Why Master Blue! I thought you already knew which I preferred after last night…if you need assistance remembering, I’m sure we can find Lady Vogue to help you out. And pray tell, have you seen Master Firefly wandering about?
And Sugar Plum? Dulcet darling? Sassy bird? You flatter me, sir…hiding face with fan, smiling
Mistress Falcon, I do indeed know your preferences of last night!
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!
Why sir! How devilish of you! Very well then…since we seem to be dry, shall we retire to your room for my comeuppance for my activities during the snowball fight? batting eyes
After you, Sassy Bird, and if you like my flight suit (it has a long zipper) you’ll just love my silk scarf…long, smooth… perfect for sensory forays…
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!
That was certainly refreshing! After the events of last night, it would need to be! Falcon, if you found what I did with my tongue astounding, you should see what I can do when I’m awake! Now, where has that intriguing de Medele girl gotten to? In the parlor for a game of “Hide the Marbles” with mistress Katy of the heaving bosoms? Well, then the parlor is where I shall go. They sound as if they could use someone with knowledge of obscure nooks and crannies to hide marbles in, and I know where all of those are to be found… I’ll need a candlestick. What for? You shall see in a bit, my dear.
Who else is playing?
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
Goodness, I never realized quite how…flexible Lady de G was…That was quite enjoyable. I don’t think I’ve stretched like that in ages!
But now, I’m a little sore. I wonder if I could find anyone with strong hands who’s not busy right this moment. They’re all playing “Hide the Marbles,” though…perhaps Bucky’s engaged a masseur after the last escapade. I’ll go look…
Ahhh…Mistress Pixoid! There you are! I have been looking everywhere for you! Your participation is requested in the parlor. They have 12 more marbles and nowhere left to put them. Follow me, please.
How many demerits needed Pix. Let’s see, you have three. Dash it all, let’s say three! No, don’t worry about the marbles for now.
Er, just a mo. Wait a tick, I believe I hear the rhythmic sound of our French maid coming down the hall, her hips swaying invitingly, her bosoms battling like twin
Katy! What’s all this about honey? I was covered in honey? My dear Katy, you know damn well that I’ve never been tied up in me life. Not even when the Rajah had me prisoner in India.
No, don’t tell me.
Strewth! Merciful God in Heaven!
My evil twin cousin, Buckly the 47th Earl of Buckmoor has escaped from the assylum!! Run for your very lives!!!
Yours,
Lord B.
P.S. Escape if probably impossible, we’re all doomed, suffer the pains of hell, etc. etc. Cheery-bye!
Well, if we’re doomed…
Master Blue? Let’s try out that silk scarf of yours…and why yes! I’m sure Master Firefly would be interested as well…
Lord Bucky,
There is no need to worry about your crazy brother, sir. I must confess I made up that nonsense about you in the stable. I doubted you would remember and I really didn’t want to do the honey bit again. A thousands pardons, Monsieur, but it was such a sticky mess the last time…
So sorry if I caused you all a fright.
Well, I’ll be off then…
EGADS!! My crazy brother is lose as well. Katy, my evil twin COUSIN has already been sighted and now you tell me that that bounder of a cad of a bit of a bad sport is out and free to roam the countryside??
Flee, my friends, if you value your lives and your money saving coupons!
Lord B
The party is over??
{controlling his breath after a long dash over the mmors and whispering}
No, Katy, my dear. The party isn’t over. We just may have to move it. Now be ever so quiet…
{Katy shouts loudly, thinking that this will get her a damn good spanking, unaware that Lord B means it for once}
By God’s Holy Trousers, girl! Run! Everyone run!
I’ll send for you all as soon as it’s safe.
{Reconsiders a moment, picks up Eve and Lady d M or whatever the hell she’s calling herself, throws them over his shoulders, and starts running again.}
Falcon, Arnold, ike, start putting women over your shoulders and runnig for safety! And, no, Pix, this isn’t another tableux viv-however-it’s spelled.
Run!
Cordially,
Lord B
< VB, scooping up Ladies Falcon & Phouka >
Right! out the window with you! We’ll slip around the bath house and back to the snow fort; the slush balls I made earlier should be well frozen by now, and we’ll stand off Lord Buckys’ evil relative with the trebuchet.
Shadow m’dear, if your ultralite has been repaired, may I suggest a little arial reconnaisance?
Damnit all Falcon, we’ll have to continue our sport l’amour at a more convenient time; I’m enclined to give the evil cousin a taste of the lash simply for interrupting, just as I was about to ply you with cabernet and tales of combat!
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!
Oh, bloody hell…Don’t scoop me! Get Lady de GN, if you want to make yourself useful. I think she’s still dizzy from that corset incident earlier. And I’m a stubborn little thing who’ll run perfectly well on her own, thank you.
Demmed shoes…Bucky, I’m borrowing a pair of yours, they’re so much more sensible. Although a smidge too large…and I don’t care if you don’t want me to borrow them. I can’t run in mine. You can punish me later, if you like.
Alright, then, a footrace? To the snowfort? Bucky, I must say, I do like your parties. The snowfort is just by the guest house, right? That way, we can get some supplies from there.
Okay…let’s go!
Hikes up her skirts to an unseemly height
On your mark…Get set…
Go!!
::disgruntled::
First VB points me in the wrong direction, then I get back, hoping to be in time for a little fun with Lady Falcon, and everybody’s running away from the house, through the snow, in various states of deshabille.
Well, they’ll be back. Might as well make myself comfortable by the fire. I’ve got a book and some brandy; upstairs I’ve got a bed, paddles, soft ropes, and various other useful items. I’m sure I’ll have company soon enough.
::smiles, relaxes, sips brandy::
meanwhile, back at the manse, Buckys’ evil cousin, not recognizing firefly cleverly disguised as a pool table, racks his balls 
VB
Remember, you can tune a piano, but you can’t tuna fish!
The guy must be awfully nearsighted…who ever saw a pool table reading a book and sipping brandy? :rolleyes:
How droll…
yes, I suspect he is, which, I think, will be the saving grace of this thread…
and allow us all to return to our pursuit of raunchy games and debauchery!
VB
Remember, you can tune a Tempus is fugiting all over the place! Carpe that diem!
Good thing, VB - I’ve finally recovered from having my balls racked, and am once again ready for debauchery.
Now, where’s the femmes?