Fetish, bondage and fetish fashion stream from various resources

Once back at The Grange Aunt Jane and Will helped Alan to carefully extract himself from the long hobble dress, then they all three showered and met up in the kitchen for a light snack. Although the invitation had specified that snacks would be available at the venue, no one held out much hope for their quality, therefore Aunt Jane had had the  foresight to prepare some prawn sandwiches that morning. She retrieved these from the refrigerator as the boys, wearing shiny satin ‘his and hers' matching kimonos, seated themselves at the kitchen table.

 “I’ve booked us a taxi for seven o’clock .”  Aunt Jane announced as she tended the coffee machine. She was somewhat more conservative in her dress code these days, so as not to embarrass Will, and was wearing a purple satin teddy under a matching organza house-coat.

“I know the school is in walking distance but we want to arrive all clean and fresh. Mayfield only lives around the corner from the school so he’ll walk and meet us there.”

Alan was really pleased with the actual party dress that Margot had created for him. It was completely the opposite of the ankle length hobble dress which he had been wearing at the boutique during the day. His Aunt's description of it was almost accurate. “Long enough to be formal” was a very subjective concept. “Short enough to be exciting” was much more accurate. In fact it was short enough to be potentially embarrassing. Bending was out of the question and sitting would have to be very carefully managed. So OK it was skimpy, but it was black latex, halter neck, very tight and very shiny, and this always pleased him.

Will happily assisted him into it using lots of lubrication to facilitate the process. He then polished the latex to a mirror shine. Andy admired himself in the mirror and mentally forgave his mischievous Aunt for her teasing.

Will then dressed himself in a neat dark three-piece suit. Neither of the boys knew what Aunt Jane would be wearing until the all three went to board the taxi but were both surprised to find that she was relatively conservatively dressed in a pale brown leather jump-suit. Very tight and shiny, but for her, quite restrained.

The venue was the old assembly hall which in this small rural school also doubled as a gymnasium, which Alan remembered chiefly as a place of hard benches, poor acoustics, and sermons that had once felt interminable. Now it had been softened for the evening: fairy lights strung along the beams, a hired band in the corner tuning discreetly, trestle tables laid with drinks and nibbles that nobody seemed especially interested in eating.

Alan took it in with a kind of detached curiosity. There was no surge of anxiety, no tightening in the chest. That, in itself, surprised him. He had expected at least a flutter, the old reflex of anticipation mixed with fear, but instead there was only a mild sense of entering a room and an environment that once he had belonged to, but now no longer needed to.

Will automatically and without conscious thought guided Alan in through the door, his hand finding Alan’s back in that easy, habitual way that required no explanation. Aunt Jane entered behind them, perfectly composed, with the serene authority of someone who had never doubted she would be welcome. As soon as her eyes located him, she headed for the Reverend Greene who was standing alone at the far side of the room looking slightly lost and lonely, almost as if he’d become involved in some social experiment whose outcome he was still assessing. His face lit up when he saw Lady Jane approaching.

Will spotted Mr Barton standing at the side of the trestle table which was serving as a bar, doubtless ensuring that nobody underage attempted to get access to alcohol. The bar was being tended by Brendan, a convivial Irish lad who was a wizard at maths and who had also been the class comedian and practical joker.

 “Come on, Alan. Let’s do it.” 

Together they approached their old teacher.

 “Good evening, William.” Mr Barton obviously thought that the nature of the event required a more informal address, “I’m pleased to see you here, with your pretty young lady again. Won’t you introduce me?”

Will took a deep breath and put his arm around Alan’s shoulder protectively.

 “This is the thing, Sir. I have to apologise for misleading you when we last spoke, but the shopping mall back at Christmas was not the right place for a very personal explanation. You asked if I still have any contact with Alan Haversham. I do, sir. This is Alan Haversham, sir, my boyfriend.”

The teacher took a moment to compose himself, then smiled benignly.

 “Well, you young people never cease to surprise me, you really don’t. And Haversham, you were always a very gentle boy, and now whenever I see you, you manage to look absolutely lovely, although I’m sure that an old man like me shouldn’t say so. I’m sorry if I’m staring at you, but you are a truly lovely girl now. What forename do you use?”

“That’s another thing, sir. I am still Alan. I haven’t changed. I just prefer to present myself in this way. It would take me a little while to explain just how it all works.”

 “Well, well, well. Please don’t let me interfere with you. You both always seem to be very happy whenever I see you around, so however you manage it, just carry on and enjoy yourselves. Off you go and join the dancing.”

As they walked away Alan whispered to Will.

 “Poor old chap. It’s all a bit too much for him and he just can’t process it. He was very polite but just glad for us to be gone!”

 “Will! Alan! Glad you came!”

This was Tom coming to greet them, accompanied by a very obviously pregnant Sheila. The greeted each other with hugs. 

 “Sheila! Congratulations!” Alan exclaimed and kissed her cheek.

“Tom and I are married now. You know I don’t really go for all that stuff, but mum and dad would have thrown me out into the street if I’d got pregnant without being married.”

“Then congratulations Tom.  Part of the establishment that we always derided!” He fist-bumped his old pal.

Sheila took Alan’s hand.

 “Let’s dance.”

The first dance had started almost without announcement.  Alan  and Sheila joined in as several other couples drifted onto the floor, some tentative, some surprisingly assured. Alan was aware, dimly at first and then more distinctly, that people were looking at him — not staring, not gawping, but registering. Recognition passed across faces, followed by curiosity, then, in a few cases, something like approval. As soon as that dance finished Tom stepped forward. 

 “Ok, Alan, lets do it. I never thought, not once in a million years, that I’d be dancing with one of our football team!”

Tom was a trifle tentative at first, but very soon seemed to settle into the unusual situation. 

The next invitation came from a girl he remembered only vaguely, now confidently laughing as she took his hand. After that, the momentum seemed to establish itself. One dance became several. Old classmates resurfaced, each bringing a fragment of shared history but also a mild curiosity. Another friend he’d once played football with danced with him earnestly and said, rather unnecessarily, that it was “good to see you happy.” Another girl he barely recalled told him he looked “absolutely marvellous” and meant it without irony.

Will watched from the edge of the floor, content, amused, occasionally raising an eyebrow as Alan was swept away yet again. There was no jealousy in it — only the mild irritation of someone who found himself unexpectedly competing with an entire alumni list. When he finally did reclaim Alan for a dance, he leaned in and murmured, “You’re going to need a booking system,” and Alan laughed, resting his head briefly against Will’s shoulder, grateful for the familiarity.

At some point — and neither of them could later agree exactly when — Aunt Jane and the Reverend Greene drifted away from the main hall. The band played on. The lights dimmed a little further. Conversation grew louder, looser. Brendan's duties as a bartender were in increasing demand.

It was Alan who noticed their absence first, though he wouldn’t have been able to say why it registered. Perhaps it was simply that Aunt Jane was rarely elsewhere without explanation.

The two boys retreated to the side of the room.

“I need to get away from all this for a few minutes, Alan. I’m so pleased for you that people are accepting you, that’s marvellous, but I think I need to wear a placard ‘I am not gay’. I’ve been propositioned by some chaps you'd never have guessed. I have to let them down gently without disrespecting their sexuality while explaining my own and it’s wearing a bit thin.”

“I know, Will. It is good that people are accepting, and they are entitled to be curious, but the number of times I’ve explained that yes, I’ve had a boob job but yes, I’ve still got all my bits and want to keep them. A number of people who I was dancing with, both boys and girls, danced very, very close to try and verify things for themselves!”

“ Right. Come with me. Security here was always appalling and I bet they haven’t changed the door code to the Chem Lab since we were here. Come on, lets have a few minutes privacy together.”

The laboratory was on the top floor and the boys didn’t need to put any lights on. There was just enough ambient light from the emergency ‘way out’ signs in the corridors and on the stairway.

Will tapped the code into the keypad by feel, and just as he expected, the code hadn’t been changed and the door opened.

The lights were off and the room was almost in darkness apart from starlight spilling in through half closed blinds, and for a moment Alan thought the room was empty. Then there was a soft sound of movement and he saw the unmistakable silhouette of the Reverend Greene. His back was to the door and he was standing, leaning back against one of the laboratory benches and he hadn’t noticed the boys entering. He might have been in pain because he was groaning softly. Then the very familiar figure of Aunt Jane rose from a kneeling position in front of him. The Reverend suddenly became aware of someone else in the room and in the darkness there was a rustling of clothing and the sound of a zip fastener.

“Well, Boys!” Aunt Jane said, after a pause that was just a fraction too long, “Surprise, surprise.”

Her speech was more than a little slurred. Then the Reverend Greene spoke, and likewise his speech was rather less than precise.

“We were just examining the new ... equipment. We’ll leave you two boys to it.” And without any further explanation  Aunt Jane and the Reverend Greene exited into the dark corridor outside.

After they had taken a few minutes time out together the two boys re-joined the dance. Aunt Jane and the Reverend were noticeable by their absence. Will went to where Brendan was serving at the bar and enquired as to their whereabouts.

 “They left together a few minutes ago. They were both slightly the worse for wear and decided to walk home together. I think I might have accidentally mixed their gin and tonics just a bit too strong.”

 “Accidentally! Oh Brendan, you silly arse.” Will chided gently, “Mind you, I think a bit of social lubrication might just have made the vicar's evening!”

Morning arrived without ceremony. Sunlight spread throughout the house.

The house was quiet, filled with that particular stillness that follows a late evening rather than a bad one. In the main hall Alan, wearing his favourite maid's uniform, was beginning his morning chores. Will was standing beside him and was smartly turned out, wearing a smart suit as he intended to visit ‘Noir ‘ early, to deal with a new supplier. From the adjoining room came the sound of Aunt Jane attending to Fifi with perhaps more concentration than was strictly necessary.

She was immaculate, as always, though there was the faintest hint of weariness about her, the residue of last night’s sociability. She called out to the boys, cheerfully, efficiently, about breakfast arrangements and their plans for the day, never once alluding to the laboratory.

Alan caught Will’s eye and smiled. Will smiled back.

There was an unspoken agreement between them, complete and final: some things were better understood than discussed, better folded neatly into the past than examined under bright light.

Outside, the day carried on, perfectly ordinary.

And that, Alan thought, was rather wonderful.

******

Wow wasn't that wonderful, Loved it, Thank you Notatrog XXX

And finally.......................................

  It is not the first time Sally Nugent has been linked with an out of this world project, she was afterall linked to a roll in the Tv series Space explorers a few years ago   https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/search?q=SPACE+EXPLORERS   but now,along with her new look,  she has stepped into the world of fiction, playing a Tv presenter (no big stretch there) torn from her desk and plunged through a wormhole and forced to enter the slime filled Wormhole games as a way to gain her passage home.

Will she succeed ? You'll need to tune in to channel 69 to find out,but are those games fiction or has Sally signed up for something far more real.

Take a Moment

From the B&K  Bumble Bee™ Owner's Manual:

B&K  Home Care

When your B&K  Boy first tries wearing a B&K  Bumble Bee™, it is quite usual for all involved to get rather over-excited. Often it's not the fault of the B&K  Boy. Rather, it's the B&K  Boy's Auntie or Owner who wants to step things on too quickly. Sadly accidents can easily happen in these circumstances causing unwanted (and 1unwarranted) distress.  (See Figure 1*.)

*Figure 1: A new B&K   Bumble Bee™ owner takes her B&K   Boy too rapidly through the settings. That upholstery is not going to clean itself!   (SAFETY ADVISORY:  Starting  your B&K   Bumble Bee™ on the 10 setting is not recommended.)

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*Figure 2: B&K  Home Care representatives visit Mrs Castle to deliver, fit and commission a new B&K   Bumble Bee™ in Robert, her B&K   Boy.   Note how Gisette steadies Robert as Mrs Castle starts to ramp up the levels, while her colleague Pavette (a former B&K  Boy herself) monitors and is able to override if necessary.

Our B&K  Home Care representatives will also show how to maintain and care for your B&K  Bumble Bee™ to ensure it provides hours of pleasure for you and  your B&K  Boy.   By the time the B&K  Home Care representatives leave, you’ll have the reassurance that you have complete control of your B&K  Boy from 0 to 10.

It is tempting for purchasers to go for an over-sized B&K  Bumble Bee™.  This is not only impractical but can cause pain, distress and potential damage if fitting is attempted; it often leads to the Bumble Bee™ either being 2discarded or confined to personal vaginal use by the owner.    Similarly an under-sized Bumble Bee™ will not only fail to achieve its desired effects but can too easily cause embarrassing accidents through drop-outs.   While use of a harness retainer is a possible solution, it is inelegant and will upset the lines of your B&K  Boy's 2panties (if worn), dress or pants (trousers).   Skilled B&K  Home Care personnel will ensure an appropriately sized B&K  Bumble Bee™ is just the right snug fit in your B&K  Boy.  He will feel satisfyingly full, with constant pressure against his prostate to ensure continuous stimulation even when his B&K  Bumble Bee™ is inactive.

A feature of B&K  Home Care is that in the likely event that your B&K  Boy stretches to more readily accommodate his B&K  Bumble Bee™ and you have concerns about looseness, a quick call will summon B&K  Home Care to check the sizing and fit a 4replacement larger model at no extra cost.  This is part of the B&K  Home Care Lifetime Guarantee. Similarly, should the batteries in your B&K   Bumble Bee™ start to fade, B&K  Home Care will come and fit replacements before careful reinsertion in your B&K  Boy.  B&K  Home Care will also replace the batteries in your B&K   Bumble Bee™ controller at no cost.   

No call out charges apply for the services of B&K   Home Care. If you have problems, simply call our B&K  Home Care Helpline, available 24/7.  You will always be able to speak to one of our Customer Service representatives rather than a bot: at B&K   , we still believe in the human touch.   And you don't even need to be at home to access these services.    B&K   Home Care will visit anywhere in the UK.   If you are overseas, you can use our B&K   Home Care International Freephone Helpline.   B&K  Home Care will either use a local agent or provide 24h courier service to ensure replacement batteries, replacement device or controller are delivered directly to you.

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Any damage arising from leakages, spillages or tears resulting from wear of the B&K  Bumble Bee™ is entirely at the Owner's Risk and not covered by your B&K  Bumble Bee™ Guarantee.   Carpet cleaning is specifically not covered.

Your B&K  Bumble Bee™ may be returned to B&K  for secure, safe, environmentally friendly disposal.  Refunds on your B&K  Bumble Bee™ are not possible once the packaging has been opened since your device may have been worn.

Wearing panties with the B&K   Bumble Bee™ is not recommended when your B&K   Boy is wearing a dress.  An uncovered, open bottom will ensure that your B&K  Boy has the sensation of being constantly and comfortably penetrated while wearing his B&K   Bumble Bee™ and - standing, sitting or lying down but especially standing – will make him much more receptive for those special moments that matter so much to you both.

B&K   Home Care Lifetime Guarantee feature.  (Please note: Ten year limit on B&K  Home Care.   After ten years your B&K  Bumble Bee™, while still providing pleasure, will have been superseded by newer models.   Spares will no longer be manufactured.)

Regrettably malfunctions do occasionally occur with the B&K  Bumble Bee™.   Fortunately these are rare due to the efforts of the B&K  Design Team, but do arise given the hot, moist, confined environment in which the B&K  Bumble Bee™ is expected to operate.   

*With thanks to AndyLatex, B&K’s official photographer and artist for use of these images.

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Hi Everyone

Happy Wednesday my Friends

Some of you have asked where you can send your favourite Christeen pics for Fridays. Well just email me at sweetandylatex@gmail.com and I'll post what I can.

Thank you XXX

Now here are a few treats to see you all over that midweek hump. 

XXX

First off, Happy Birthday Blog legend Amanda Holden, get this, she is 55, I mean that is insane ,she is amazing.

I am a great lover of winter sports having had lots of chance to ski when I lived in France,So watching the olympics has been fun,especially when in the hands of the adorable, 4 times olympian, Chemmy Alcott.

How do we move on from that, well we can always rely on Kitka to take us out of this world to where Mars Needs Sissies.

Loving those, Thanks Kit   XX

 (as mentioned by Kitka, see this ain't just thrown together)  

in a gorgeous brown leather skirt, complete with thigh high slit,

 something told me that I needed to take a wee peak through the shiny lens at a couple of recently released pics of my favourite Breakfast presenter and yep, I was right. 

There is a giddiness about Sally in the first one that makes her excited disbelief at wearing latex clear 

Here is comes folks. 

The final part ( Only for now we hope) of Mistress LeatherBeths brilliantly imaginative story of Village life.

 This is superb and I thank Mistress Leather Beth for her time and talents.

Read On

More Fun In The Village

Chapter 5

Mayfield was famously partial to Polo mints, to the extent that Mr Choudhury made sure that he kept the village shop well stocked up at all times. However, Mayfield had overlooked to make a purchase during his earlier visit to the shop, and was strolling back in that direction to ensure that he didn’t run out. It then dawned on him that he hadn’t received any messages so far today.

At the moment that Mr Choudhury saw him approaching, and picked up a ten pack in readiness, he noticed Mayfield stop and withdraw his phone from his inside pocket. He then began tapping briskly. There it was. Settings, notifications. Somehow, the switch had toggled into the off position. Tap. A couple of seconds later the first ‘ting’ rang out, drawing his attention to a message from Alice on the Parish WhatsApp group. Prayers were solicited for Mayfield, and everyone was informed that she would be taking services until further notice. The coming Sunday’s scripture readings were listed. Alice was so efficient. Mayfield couldn’t help thinking that promotion to her own Parish would come quite soon. She hadn’t been to visit him yet, but the work she’d done was just as valuable. She’d be along in the next few hours.

Mr Choudhury stepped outside and wrapped Mayfield’s free hand around the Polos. He liked Mayfield. Everyone liked Mayfield, even the small number who’d expected him to condemn Andy - and they’d now seen the error of their ways. Mayfield tried to locate the pocket containing his small change with his third hand, but Mr Choudhury, with wave and head shake, made it clear that the Polos were on the house.

“The least I can do in your predicament,” he said.

Mayfield barely had time to express his thanks; he realised that messages and texts were accumulating. The next was from Bishop Karen who, in addition to her version of all the kind words that were pouring in, was advising him that he needn’t, for the time being, worry about the committee he was due to vice-chair.

Almost everyone in the village, attending or otherwise, was being very kind electronically. Mayfield was close to being overwhelmed.

Back at the Hall Jane and Siobhan were enjoying pre-lunch glasses of Pinot Grigio when Jane had a light bulb moment, and left the room. It only took her a couple of minutes to locate Martina and Jessica in the Kitchen. The snogging was quite heavy, but it Was merely snogging.

“Martina, dear,” she said, “it’s occurred to me that you should pop home as soon as possible and collect your bag, complete with all your ‘special’ items. The sooner we get you set up here at the Hall, the better.”

“I’d need a lift, Lady Jane,” said Martina, “as well as clearing matters with Derek.”

“Indeed. I’ll speak to Derek. But Siobhan and I have had, shall we say, a little wine tasting session here, so I don’t think that she or I are in a proper state, and Tori said something about she and Jessica popping back to Mayfield Court for their luggage. I’ll see if Kat can do us a favour.”

Jane reached for her phone. Tap. Tap. Tap. Pause.

“Hello.”

“Hello. Kat? It’s Jane. I was wondering if you could do us a favour.”

“If I can.”

“It’s Martin. I know that nothing happening in the village escapes you, so you’ll be aware that he’ll be staying with us for a few weeks, and we’ll be helping with his feminisation. We were looking for someone to take him home this afternoon to help pick up his bag, his make up, lingerie, etc.”

“I’m sorry, Jane, but I’ve just started my shift. But Jojo isn’t on duty. I’m sure she’d be happy to help.”

“Really?” said Jane. “I didn’t realise that Jojo could drive.”

“Oh, yes. She passed her test a couple of weeks ago.”

“Do give her my congratulations,” said Jane. “Anyway, it’s a twenty minute journey roughly, so if she can pick Martin up from here at the Hall in about a quarter of an hour, we should be fine.”

“No problem,” said Kat, and hung up.

At that moment Martin returned from clearing matters with Derek.

“Right,” Jane said, “Jojo will pick you up in a quarter of an hour.”

Martina nodded, and then rang his mother.

“How are you, dear,” she said as she answered the phone.

Martina explained about having to stay in the village for two or three weeks. She then paused before saying, “Mum, I’ll need my blue bag as well.”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” said his mother.

Still wearing his work clothes, Martin was quite nervous as he approached the Nissan.

Jojo leaned across and unlocked the passenger door, and as it opened, Martin feasted on the site of Jojo’s pants, smooth, tight, glossy black leather (with a hint of camel toe?), together with her Juvia Drama Queen lipstick, Charlotte Tilbury chocolate bronze shadow and combat boots. 

“How are you doing, Martina?” asked Jojo.

“Erm, yes, thanks, yes,” said Martina. “Good.”

“Relax,” smiled Jojo, “we’re all girls together. By the way, how long have you been a femboi?”

”Me? Oh, er, I was fifteen when my mother caught me in her baby blue satin lingerie.”

“Her reaction?”

“It was weird. The word she used was delighted!”

“Aw, that’s sweet,” said Jojo, “it’s always lovely when Mummy is happy when her son wants to be her daughter. I was lucky in that way, too.”

“And your girlfriend? I hear she’s quite popular in the village.”

“Kat? O, yes. Everyone loves her. And she’s the best thing that could have happened to me. And the feeling’s mutual. How about you?”

“Me? Oh, well, in the last few hours I seem to have acquired Jessica, and she’s acquired a need for my cock.”

“Really? Do fill me in.”

And with that, Jojo and Martina settled into a fem-boi-girl chat as they proceeded on their way to pick up Martin’s luggage and Martina’s equipment.

As the Nissan was leaving for Martin’s house, Tori was speaking to Jessica.

“Jessica, dear, if we’re going to stay here for several days, helping to care for my brother, we’re going to need to expand our wardrobe, etc. I’ve phoned Mrs Tucker and let her know what we’ll need. She’ll pack for us and have it ready, so the round trip to Mayfield Court will only take a little more than a couple of hours. It’ll be OK. I’ve not had a drink, and in Martina’s absence it’s not as though you’ll have a ‘playmate’ until she’s back. You’ll need to stay here as I’ll be strapping luggage behind me. So here,” she said, handing over a box to Jessica, “you can have a session of dildo fun.” 

With that, some ten minutes later, the Royal Enfield was heading north at a good lick.

All this time, Andy and Will had been indulging in a little afternoon delight. Will asked Andy, “have you had any ideas of how to help Martina?”

“Nothing specific,” said Andy. “I was hoping that Kerry might have one of two ideas. She’s still at the Grange, so we could get her to come round when she’s finished her meeting with George Cooper.”

“Good thinking, said Andy. I’ll ring her.”

“Tap. Tap. Tap, Click.”

“Thith ith the Grange. May I be of athithtanth?”

“Belinda? It’s Andy. Is Kerry still with you? We’d rather like a chat with her.”

“Ah, good afternoon, Mitth Andy. I’ll path on a methage. We’ll be finithing our dithcouthionth in a few minuteth. The thaid the would be returning to the Hall thith afternoon, tho the thould be with you in a half hour or tho.”

“Thank you very much, Belinda,” said Andy, “and give our regards to Lady Magdalena.”

“You’re motht welcome, Mith.”

Siobhan ended the call, and began thinking. Misty (Nurse Emma Carter)’s call had been quite emotional. Misty desperately wanted to continue to be a ponygirl. Her enthusiasm for ponyplay was borderline extreme. Siobhan’s explanation that the stables’ landlord was a close crony of Clive Horrabin, and would be unwilling to give Siobhan, or any woman, access to the Stables premises, or the slightest possibility to take over, simply didn’t register with Misty. Siobhan was at a loss.

The Nissan pulled up outside Martina’s house. As Martina was getting out, Jojo was surprised to be invited inside.

“Mum!”

A blonde Milf in a classy a-line burgundy leather skirt descended the stairs.

“Martina, dear,” she said.

Martina turned to Jojo. “This is my Mum, Laura. Mum, this is Jojo. She lives in the village where I’ll be staying for work for the next two or three weeks.”

“I’m very pleased to meet you, Jojo. And we’re very grateful to you and everyone else who’s helping Martina to achieve her ambition.”

“Our pleasure,” said Jojo.

Martina picked up a small suitcase and a large holdall from behind the front door and, after a hug from his Mother, she and Jojo returned to the Nissan, and they set off back. It had been a long day, and it was past meal time.

A couple of minutes later he received another text, this one from Tori. Apparently the regular odd job man, who dealt with maintenance at Mayfield Court, had handed in his notice, and Mrs Tucker (apparently Tori’s Housekeeper) was enquiring about advertising the vacancy. Tori had wondered whether Martina might be interested, and had pointed out that it might regularly involve working alongside Jessica. ‘What should I do?’, wondered Martina.

A couple of minutes later, Martin received a text from Derek. Apparently the dehumidifiers had been delivered to the vicarage. Derek’s message proceeded to give Martin the necessary instructions. These seemed quite straightforward, and Martin looked forward to plenty of time as Martina, and fun with Jessica.

“Auntie,” said Andy, “can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Andy dear,” she replied. “What is it about?”

“It’s to do with Mayfield,” said Andy.

“What about Mayfield?”

“Are you and he ever going to get together? It’s quite obvious that he’s besotted, and we all know how fond you are of him.”

“Andy! That’s rather personal!”

“Have a word with Kat, then. Several weeks ago, she spoke to Mayfield on the same subject.”

“Really?”

“Yes. So, what are you going do? Anything?”

“Andy. This isn’t like you.”

A sheepish Andy replied, “It just seems such a waste, for both of you.”

Jane stood up and strode around the room for a couple of minutes before saying, “Andy, you have to understand. Mayfield is such a quiet, private, shy individual. For me to go steaming in would be the worst possible course of action.”

“So that means never?” asked Andy.

“Never say never,” said Jane.

So there, for the time being, we are.

Will Chloë return to her job at HotHouse, or become a full time dungeon resident?

What ideas, if any, will Andy and Kerry come up with for Martina? 

Will Siobhan find a way around the problem of ponygirl misogyny?

Does Martina take the job?

How will the vicarage repairs come along?

And the number one question. What happens with Jane and Mayfield?

Maybe some (all?) of these questions will be answered sooner rather than later...............

To be continued WE HOPE

XXX

Andy