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Ok, you two massage each other. Seems Robyn has gone to bed with Raven. Time for me to sleep with CG. ‘Come along Sailor - bed time!’
:: Sitting on the bar, out of the way, waiting for the joust to begin."
Ok, you two massage each other. Seems Robyn has gone to bed with Raven. Time for me to sleep with CG. ‘Come along Sailor - bed time!’
Peers down large hole at the side of the bar. Could be moles. Now if I were allowed matches we might smoke 'em out,
come on get in here silly man! no ones gonna bite and I can reach everything locked in the liquor cabinet form here.
CG I don't know how you feel on the matter( okay that's mostly a lie) but I have rarely ever enjoyed the idea of not winning this much.
Ah Raven we are a slave to our fans. ish
Moves away from hole on hearing CG's voice in case I get the blame.
I see you and Raven have put aside your differences CG?
It’s 0430 here in a snowy UK and Sal & I creep out of our beds trying not to wake our sleeping partners from the inn. We have a 3 mile run scheduled for 0500 hours.
Have to warn Chris that Sal & I booby trapped the liquor storage unit. Try messing with it and you’ll get an electric shock and you’ll have to wait for CG to switch you off (we gave him a code that he reset to something only he knows).
Meanwhile ... Good Morning CPI
We’re back and notice nothing has stirred! So into the shower, battle fatigues and then brekky followed by lecture and manoeuvres. Hope everyone has a nice day
I open my eyes and look around the barracks bedroom. I smile at the thought of the lovely lady a few short hours ago all snuggled up against me. Looking around I see she has made a terrible mistake. I am neither tied to the bed nore supervised in any way.... hummmm what mischief can I get into. She's a self proclaimed tomboy, she likes leather, she's military... So maybe something practical and naturally sented...
Oh, I know. I break out my hobby tools and my backpack/moblehome and began my work. With sharp knives and keen tools I slowly work my magic. Converting sheets of tanned animal hides in to useable pieces and parts. Painfully slowly the project takes shape and form. Near compteation i realize that I may have underestimated the thickness of these bedroom walls.
Nope they will not do. Quickly I pop over to the wood shed behind the old inn and striking a fire began the second faze of the project. Hot stainless steel hammer & tongs. Stopping only for coffee and sizeing. I dedicate myself to only these few square feet of space and time. Regardless of what they show in the movies I ware all of my clothes and a heavy leather apporn for this work. However I have been known to use the quenching trough as a cooling station.
Next to the tool shed/small shop on the side of the Inn's garages where I spend a few short hours with sanding and polish of the metal parts. Fit and temper bend and secure. Tap out fine etchings, and finished. Now back to the bedroom to put the rest together.
After what would have taken days of work it is complete. I inspect every stitch and rivet, every stamp mark and buckle, every since and draw. Check both main compartments and all five outer for stability and cemetery. At last I am satisfied that it is worthy of being a gift I place my makers mark (three single feathers) on the top flap.
Carfuly I set the backpack in her closet. I'm sure she will assume I'm up to no good and check her room for any of my misdeeds. Tired after all of that work I climb back into bed, drifting off shortly after my head hits the pillow.
Another long lecture on the importance of filling in forms and assuming command of another unit. Then to the canteen for lunch, they gave me ham! HAM! I’m Jewish! JEWISH!
Note to self: No initiating sex with loud, "It's sausage time Baby!"