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When Fabio isn't around....
I haven't seen a cover model contest in awhile.
So...
I promised myself to be bad.
Or, at least as bad as possible.
I start out slow - after all, my son is here.
I flirt.
Lightly.
I smile.
We are in the middle of a Regency seminar
and he is one of the re-enactors - or men drafted for that purpose. Troy
and Ryan - last year's Mr. Romance.
We decide to meet at the bar&grill afterward-
a whole gaggle of us.
But first, there is the Regency Dinner - Dinner
at Almack's.
Which someone taped.
Which I will acquire!
Since I will have video capture in the near
future......
For all the Fabio tapes.....
And now this one....
Because at dinner, the reenactment was an
absolute hoot.
The names they made up, and the now-polished
performances, clowns. All clowns.
Of course, we have to have a reason to get
Troy and Ryan out of their clothes!
Can't just walk up and say "Take it off!"
(Well, we can and do later, just not at dinner!
I have proof!)
Now they get these two on stage to play a
part. Actually they are both competing to play the part of a hero in a
novel that opens with...
The hero climbing a church steeple with his
jacket, cravat or shirt!
To loud cheers and a few whistles, Troy slipped
out of his shirt.
I lost it right there.
I had a front seat!
Ryan slipped out of his.!
Oh, that set the tone of the evening....
Downhill from here folks!
In competing for this part, they really got
into it.
A great many double takes, double meanings.
Well, this is a group of romance writers!
But emphasize the writer bit.
It was, in a word, hilarious.
We cheered them on.
Especially Troy.
We figure Ryan got attention last year.
And after dinner,....we made Troy pose with
us.
In a corner.
And I got to pretend to tear his shirt off.
(fake it anyway).
And just molest him in general.
Can't do that much in a crowd.
Wasn't the only one.
I have pictures.
So, spirits high, we eventually drift to the
bar - actually, properly, it is a "pub".
A gaggle of us descend.
Troy needed to leave (had to pick up photos
for signing for the model review).
He promised to come back.
But we missed him.
I felt like being social. Actually I felt
like stalking.
I even had a glass of wine.
My son ate.
I need to watch him - he skips the dinners
(doesn't like mixed up food, prefers plain cooking with hot sauce not
creams, and he is busy shooting). He will need his strength.
By now I have cornered the Ironworks people
- and we discuss things. Like the barn they just got (my dream house is
a renovated barn - lots of space).
He has a forge.
She does authentic medieval banquets.
She could do her own cookbook.
I tell her so.
He does metal work - and has a candlestick
to die for on the table. It's in some of the photos.
The ones with Janice molesting Troy with tatting
needles.
I want one. Of each.
Troy and the candlestick.
When my credit cards come out of their coma....
Meanwhile, my son finishes his meal, I finish
my wine, and I may finally get a little sleep.
It is midnight and I am so tired that I threaten
to become a frog.
"Bedeep," I say.
Janice loses it - and she is drinking something.
She is in danger of snorting - or choking. Either Nina or I can get her
every time.
I give up on Troy.
And stagger to bed.
We will hunt him down tomorrow.
We have days yet.
(Actually, he had looked for us - we just
missed each other. So I hugged him when I found him. Any excuse will do!
:))
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