People and Places

LL

Having been 'absent' from our main home for nearly 8 weeks, I thought I would take this opportunity to update a few things for you.

Firstly, the new penthouse in Queensland and a few views of it.... and... looking out from it. Needs re-furnishing to our taste, but beyond that it's excellent You would love it there, quite civilized, as you can see from the views.

In addition a few photos of our recent travels as you whiled away a week in one of you usual monotonous haunts. Then onward to our grandchildren which have increased by one, with another due in June.

The property and views:

 Towards the hinterland

 From living floor balcony - it's 360 degrees - looking south

Note the hat

 Note the hat again - see later

 Now for upstairs...

 Second balcony

 Fancy a bath....you won't be overlooked :-)

 From the top

 Looking north

 Time to relax....exclusively.

Guess this would have suited you down to the ground... except it's 20 and 21 floors up. (Can't resist a pun)

Back to that hat. You always wanted evidence so take a look below. Time to update you on the family. Four grandchildren. Two granddaughters for me and two grandsons for Ash...with another on the way, due next year, for me. Long way from when you knew me. Two unmarried children and me recently widowed, back then. What a difference 10 years makes. Although...it hasn't made much difference to your life has it. Same old...as you used to say, except it applies to you. not to me. Pearls and floral dresses say a lot about you too and support my contention that you are now looking quite 'mumsy'. The added weight doesn't help either. Where is that slim woman of 2003? I have added just a few pounds in the same period.

I digress - to the hat....

Same hat as in the penthouse...just for your verification LL.

Onto the grandchildren:

 Granddaughter One

 Granddaughter Two

 Grandson One

 Who has the Florida tan in this one...

Grandson Two

Left holding the baby :)) 

There's that guy again - the one you know. He seems to pop up when you least expect it.

Hope you enjoyed all your drinking and eating in Spain. We enjoy eating....healthily.... here, there and everywhere. You don't need loads of alcohol to relax and enjoy life...unless you are from a certain class of person.

A little more of our travels in another blog sometime soon.

Ciao   - foolish lady

Distant Observations

Pokies, boardies, rashies, schoolies, rego, bottle-o, swimmers, toolies...some of the Oz vocabulary I have learned over the past 8 years. One day I might explain what it all means or... you can Google them!

I guess I ought to start this blog by expressing my sympathies over the events in your home town and the evacuation necessary. I'm sorry to hear that you and your family are being put through it all again, especially the older member.

Naturally, I have to say that if you had made the other decision then you would not be there to suffer this catastrophe all over again. Hope you are able to sort out the insurance this time. Last time you had a little behind the scenes help, even though you probably didn't realize it.

I imagine that you are up to your neck in at present, literally, and there's him swanning off east. Were's your support?

You had more from me in similar circumstances 10 years ago. I needn't remind you yet again that you made the wrong choice - you know that yourself.

A real nice guy, as my wife says, but an implacable foe. Wonder who she is talking about?

We are now in Maui, having left Queensland and it's beautiful weather, last Thursday. Wending our way home to Florida after nearly 6 weeks in Australia. Only two days of rain in that time and one was overnight. Not bad, was it. Temperatures were in the range 28-30C apart from 2 days when it reached 34C. Only here until tomorrow as we are en-route  for San Diego where we'll pick up our own plane and head for Florida, after a little time in California. It's about 4 hours 45 minutes from SD to Naples. So just a morning or afternoon to get there. All seems a long, long way from where you are, I bet...and where you could have been. You were so very foolish.

I note that you made yet another visit to the same place - Pretty Darn Ceaseless, isn't it ;-). No imagination? There's a big wide world out there with many exciting places, even within reasonable travelling distance, with sun, and for a week. You lead a very predicable life, don't you.

You once told me you weren't ready to settle. It seems even after 10 years you are still not ready. You really are a mixed up lady. My offer was totally sincere and from the heart, but you spurned it and messed with my emotions. I'm not surprised that you remain where you were when we first met. Nothing has changed much in your life....apart from weight gain, on both your parts. He still plays away of course. Where he is right now is one 'port of call'. STD, and I'm not talking telephone numbers. Take care.

Since my last blog there has been a happy event in the family in that we have another grandson and also another baby due in June next year. All are a delight to me and Ash. I'll post some photos in the next blog. In the meantime here are some random images of Maui:

Not bad is it. You could have been here, but..........

Ciao

Book

LL 

Thought this extract from a book that is a work in progress might amuse you....


She slept. His left hand was against her bare thigh - his right hand slid down the side of the bed. His fingers so sensitive he could almost feel every thread in the sheet. Cold steel, smooth and almost silky; like the woman next to him, who was sleeping the sleep of deep satisfaction. 

His senses were heightened to an extraordinary level. Not only could he smell the muskiness of her body intermingled with that certain perfume, but there was something else, something in the house that shouldn't be there... and the odor had just reached him. Gun oil - but not from his weapon of choice

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his right hand clasped around his Glock. Moving swiftly and quietly to the part open door of their bedroom he paused....and listened. Nothing, not a sound - just the ticking of his father's clock in the hallway below. He paused a second listening to that familiar ticking sound when he realized that there was a second sound...of ticking. It almost matched the clock, but was much closer. 

As he glanced down....

Adventures

The first woman he met was in a university town in England. He'd been on his own a while and there were plenty of women out there that were in similar circumstances.

Her name was Joanna and after chatting via a dating site, exchanging some emails and a few phone conversations, he was invited one Sunday for lunch to her small row house - or terrace as they are known in the UK. Pretty well educated Joanna was a slim and relatively tall woman at 5' 7". That day she was wearing jeans cut to the hip and a light shirt, or blouse. She had fair hair and a figure that did all the right things in all the right places.

We got on pretty darn well. Enjoyed a pre-prandial drink in the intimate back yard on that beautiful summer's day. Then consumed a typical English Sunday lunch. We talked and drank more wine. She showed me over the house and we talked a little more. Following her up the stairs was a delight and in no way a hardship - she knew it too. Exaggerating the swing of her hips to emphasize her receptiveness. It was pretty obvious what was to come for dessert.

Upstairs comprised a bathroom - useful. A master bedroom and a smaller bedroom which was in use as an office and study. All told a modest place but beautifully decorated and furnished. Joanna showed me the study and I started browsing her book shelves. They say you can tell a lot about a person from the books they read. Good mix of quality fiction was in evidence with  quite a lot of classical literature and poetry including Rupert Brooke of course. From that the well informed reader will work out the location.

I become  more than a little engrossed in my perusal when I chanced upon a volume whose subject matter was sexuality and women. The volume was more prominent than the others - sticking out from the otherwise neatly serried ranks of more serious tomes. At that point I was distracted from my reading by the rustling sound of cloth in an otherwise quiet house. With book in hand I sauntered out onto the landing to find Joanna in a thin dressing gown in the quite feminine main bedroom.

Sunshine was filtering into the room from two sheer drapes that were gently blowing inwards from the almost full length window. She came towards me, smiled, and started to unbutton my shirt and undo belt. I didn't resist. In fairly short order with my assistance there wasn't much standing between us. Just a very thin dressing gown...and I mean very thin. She went to kiss me then teasingly she turned and faced away from me. In front her on the left side of the bed was a full length mirror - no bedside table. She smiled at me again in the mirror.

Slowly she lowered her gown down over her shoulders until it was at elbow height. This revealed here wonderful breasts. She was undoubtedly aroused in anticipation, as her nipples literally stood testament to that! The gown was lowered further to just below her beautiful buttocks and....then to the floor.

The mirror reflected her hour glass figure and the fullness of her breasts beautifully. A shaft of sunlight shone between the drapes describing a wavering line of gold all the way down her right side. It touched her fair hair and lit it up with streaks of gold then like a golden mercury streamed down her side tracing every curve as it it did.

I put my hands on her upper arms and was rewarded with a little shudder then I caressed her shoulders moving down her back until I was able to stroke her outer thighs softly. Moving to her waist she thrust her butt out toward me. I moved my hand s upward and caressed the sides of each of her breasts which were now more fulsome than ever. My fingers mover to her areola tracing the minute irregularities there but avoiding her nipples. By this time I was ready for whatever was to come....

Her skin was like silk beneath my hands. My hands were warm and she moved them with her hands so that they cupped her breasts. As I fondled her gently she placed her hands either side of the mirror in a way that meant she was leaning forward slightly. The shaft of sunlight now shone between us until it reached my groin and her but which was well and truly thrust in my direction. She gently moved to an fro against me which stimulated her and me even more. The result was wet and warm.