Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2023 12:27:22 +0000 (GMT)
From: blackscar01 <blackscar01@btinternet.com>
Subject: Operation Pied Piper - Part 151 g

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Anyone would have thought we were travelling miles. We were, in fact,
travelling just down the Mall, all half a mile of it to the Horse Guards
Parade Ground.

Davy, James and I would be joining Forts, the King, and the other
dignitaries on a dais overlooking the parade square, just below the small
balcony over the famous triple arch entrance. The boys, Edik, and Darius
would be in the old office of the Duke of Wellington, directly above the
three arches, they would be able to see the parade from there.

It promised to be quite an event. One of the few military parades held on
Horse Guards since the war began.

**

Operation Pied Piper – Part 151g –

Part 151g minor characters making an appearance or receiving a mention:

Daniel Scherer – (Dan) Newest member of Forts and Davy's security team.

Darius Guppy – (Darius) Ex Major, Royal Marine Commandos – Forts and
Davy's Head security officer

Captain James Brandt – (James/Brandt/Captain Brandt) Officer in the 4th
Battalion of the Black Watch.5'10 'The Viscount Tilney'. Forts Equerry.

Squadron Leader Stuart Burgess – (Squadron Leader Burgess/Stuart) RAF
Squadron Leader - King George VI's new equerry.

Marcus Trevelyan – (Marcus/Mr Trevelyan) The Chamberlain and House
keeper at Pittodrie House.

Calvin – (Cal/Calvin) 16yr old, new clumsy footman.

**

Gary keeps up the story

Thank goodness for the large enamelled iron baths of Pittodrie House; you
may have had to use two bath fills of water, the first to heat it up and
the second to bathe in but, hey.

Calvin was giggling, sitting up the tap end, soapy bubbles covering his
young body. I gathered up another handful and dumped them on his head. He
howled with laughter and splashed forward, sending a wave of bubbles and
water towards me. Somehow he got to his knees, then slipped, he landed on
my chest and in my arms. His hands slid down my chest and brushed over my
hard cock.

"You're still hard!" He gasped, his eyes wide, peering at me through his
sopping wet bubble covered fringe. His fingers wrapped round my thick
eight-inch shaft once more.

I reached down between his legs, finding his six-inch shaft. I winked, "So
are you." He giggled again. I pulled him forward and pushed my lips to his,
forcing my tongue into his mouth. He didn't resist, instead, he returned my
passionate kiss. Letting go of his cock, I slipped my hands to his firm
arse cheeks and shuffled him forward, his knees parting, until they sat
either side of my waist. Slowly, his hand continued to give my cock a
drawn-out corkscrew wank. I broke our kiss and nuzzled into his neck. He
groaned and thrust his head back, exposing his throat to my nibbling
mouth. My right hand slipped from his arse and slid round to his front. I
gripped his cock, pulling it to mine. His eyes flashed a smile as I gripped
both cocks over his hand and began to wank us both together. He licked his
lips and squirmed as my lips began to nibble on first one, then the other
of his nipples. His chest, like many young guys, was hairless, his
definition, although well on the way, still wasn't that of a full-grown
man.

I nibbled his ear, whispering, "Can I fuck you?"

He froze and pulled back, "I've never done that before, sir."

I chuckled, "What's with the sir all of a sudden?"

He began to move backwards, away from me. "I'm sorry, I never done it
before..."

I sat up and pulled him into a hug and stroked his head and back. "That's
okay, there has always got to be a first time for everything."

"I'm sorry, will it hurt?"

I kissed the side of his head, "I am not going to lie to you, it will hurt
at the start, but then it will become amazing."

He swallowed and didn't look convinced. I smiled, "Come on, let's get out
of the bath, the water is starting to get cold now."

*

Grabbing towels, we both made our way through in to the bedroom. Suddenly,
he looked like a frightened rabbit. I stroked his face and kissed him. His
towel was being held tightly to his body like a priest holds a crucifix to
ward off evil. "Don't you trust me?"

He swallowed, "I'm just frightened."

"I'll be gentle... Hop up on the bed on all fours and let me get you
relaxed."

He swallowed again and let the towel drop away. He clambered onto the bed,
his pert arse rippling as he moved forward. "Stop there, move your legs
apart a bit more... Let me see your hole and man nuts..." I got on the bed
behind him, sliding my hand from the base of his spine up his back, "Head
down... and enjoy."

His arse was hairless too, well, apart from a couple of what looked like
strays, close to his tight hole. I eased his arse cheeks wider apart. His
balls were on the large size, certainly bigger than mine had been at his
age, they hung heavily in their hairless sac, one slightly higher than the
other. I cupped them in my hand, he tensed. "Relax," I whispered as I eased
them back between his legs to my waiting mouth. I kissed each nut in turn
and then gave them both a lick. He moaned and opened his legs a little
wider. I slipped my other hand between his legs and gripped his bobbing
cock. It wasn't the thickest or longest cock I had ever played with, but it
was steely hard. I eased his foreskin back and rubbed my thumb over his
gooey glans, his body tensed again and his fingers curled tightly into the
bedding.

I kissed his arse cheek, chuckling, "So, we have found something that you
like." I rubbed my thumb over his cockhead again, he let out a long moan of
pleasure. Releasing his cock, I returned my hands to his arse cheeks and
eased them apart once more. As his cheeks parted, his pucker seemed to
tense and tighten, the muscles of his thighs stiffening as his hole, his
most holy of holies was exposed.

I blew gently across it; he gasped. The two or three hairs clinging to the
smooth skin surrounding his hole swayed in response. I moved my mouth
closer, sad to realise I would get none of that young man smell, not after
a bath with bubbles. Never mind, another time. I puckered my lips and let
the tip of my tongue poke through them. He jumped as my tongue touched the
rippled skin. "Relax," I moaned again. What was it about straight guys and
their arses? I chuckled to myself, remembering Forts and me drinking once
and drunkenly discussing arseholes. He had profoundly said, "Arseholes are
like opinions, everyone has one, and everyone thinks they are the only one
with one."

I paused what I was doing. Did I really want to leave and lose Forts, Davy,
Draco, Aaran, Athol, Archie, and everyone else, for that matter from my
life?

"Is everything okay?"

I jumped, Calvin was looking back at me. "Is there something wrong?"

I smiled and shook my head. "Not at all... I was just admiring this amazing
arse." Chuckling, I buried my face back between his arse cheeks, my mouth
and tongue mauling at his virgin hole with renewed gusto.

He shrieked with laughter and returned his face in to the bedding. I soon
had his hole wet and slightly open, but it was tight and resisting. Now and
then I felt his arse muscles tense tighter; I needed to try something else.

I jumped up and dashed through to the sitting room and grabbed the bottle
of poppers before hurrying back. Calvin smiled as I entered, his eyes
spying the bottle in my hands.

I clambered back on to the bed, grabbing for the tube of KY gel on the
bedside cabinet. "These two will sort you out." I handed Calvin the bottle
of poppers, "Just sniff these whenever you feel the need."

He nodded, removed the top, and began huffing from the bottle. I chuckled,
"I haven't even started yet!"

He glanced back, his facial muscles becoming slack and grinning.

I laughed, "Guess you are ready!" I slicked up the fingers of one hand and
began to probe his hole, slowly but relentlessly stretching open his tight
arse muscle. With my other hand, I smeared more KY onto my hard shaft,
mixing it with the copious amounts of lube bubbling from my cocklips.

I got into position behind him. I slapped his arse hard as I positioned my
cock at his hole. He grinned round at me, I could hear myself chuckling at
the goofy look his face now exhibited. "Take another sniff."

Dreamily, he looked back at the bottle and took another deep sniff. I
counted in my head, one, two, three, then pushed forward, my flared bellend
pushed into his hole. His body tensed and he tried to scramble forward,
"Take it out... Take it out, it hurts..." He howled. I wasn't letting him
go anywhere, my fingers locked in place on his narrow hips and held him on
the end of my cock.

"Take another sniff... Keep sniffing... It will help."

His lungs sounded like a blacksmiths' bellows as his nose desperately
hoovered up the chemical smell. "Please, it hurts, Please take it out."

I slapped his arse cheek hard, he yelped again. I leant forward, easing
another inch of my shaft into him. "Did that hurt?"

"Yes," he whined.

"Which, the slap or my cock?" The tops amongst you will know, there was
method in my questions; they distracted him and allowed time for his hole
to get used to my fat shaft. He sniffed from the bottle again. I could feel
his hole relaxing, I slid in another couple of inches. This time he moaned,
he screwed the top back on the bottle and buried his face into the
bedding. "Are you okay now?"

He groaned again. His arse muscle was definitely more relaxed. I pushed
home another two inches, only three more to go. Fuck, his arse felt
tight. I stroked my hands along his back to his head, burying my fingers in
his hair. I tightened my grip and eased his head upwards. "Were you a
virgin?"

He gasped, "Yes."

I belly laughed, "Christ, how did you manage to keep that 'treasure' for so
long here?"

I let go of his hair and he pushed his face once more into the bedding, his
fingers flexing as I eased in another inch of my thick shaft. He was no
longer fighting, in fact, I was sure there was a slight sway back and forth
in his hips as he attempted to take the last of my cock inside him.

As my pubes pressed against his arse cheeks, I felt his hand fondle my
balls. His fingers brushing across them, pulling them closer to him. "You
want more?"

He glanced back at me once more and nodded.

I gave him a wink and eased back a couple of inches, then slammed home
again. My groin slapped noisily against his arse cheeks. He grunted, then
braced himself, he was ready for more. He reached for the bottle of poppers
and took several more sniffs. I took the opportunity to smear some more KY
on my cock, easing slowly back and forward a few inches, ensuring his
sphincter was well coated.

I pulled my cock back until it was only being held in place by the flare of
my glans. I pushed forward steadily. His head reared back, and he moaned
again, squeaking out the words, "Fuck yes," as I bottomed out once more. My
thrusts got faster. I felt him push back now, really riding my thick cock.

His fingers tensed in the bedding, he glanced round at me, panting, "There
is something inside me... You keep hitting it... fuck, it feels wonderful."

I winked at him, "Time for me to give it a real work out then." I began
power fucking him. My grunts were echoed back to me as moans. He was really
getting into this.

I reached under him as I lay over his back, my hips now jack hammering my
cock into his arse. His six-inch cock was like a piece of iron, but wet
strands of precum dribbled and hung from his cock head. I began to rub it
over his glans as I had before. His body tensed, "Fuck no, I am going to
cum."

His teenage dick twitched and spasmed in my fingers as his hips began to
air fuck my hand. He grunted. His sphincter did a rumba on my fat shaft, as
his cock began to spew out teen cum in great watery spurts on to the
bed. My own cock couldn't take it. I desperately tried to hold out, but
lost control of my hips, they slammed wildly and angrily against his
butt. I collapsed on top of him, forcing his spasming cock into the sheets
as my cock exploded deep inside him, painting his insides with my thick man
cream.

We lay just like that, me on top, panting as we both regained our senses
and got our breathing back under control. I kissed his neck, "How was
that?"

He turned his head, tears were rolling down his cheeks. I went to get up,
"Are you okay?"

His arse muscle tightened round my shaft and his hands reached back to hold
me in place. He nodded, "It was amazing... Thank you."

I pulled him into my arms and kissed his neck and shoulders. "Well, give me
a few minutes... and if you think that was good, you just wait for round
two."

*

Round two was just as amazing as round one. Afterwards, we cuddled up and
dozed contentedly in each other arms.

"Gary, are you in here?"

Calvin looked like he would have a heart attack... "It's Prince Dima. He
can't see me here, he will sack me."

"Bollocks. Dima, I am in here." I pulled Calvin to me, my arm holding him
firmly next to me. Poor lad's body tensed and I am sure he shut his eyes.

The bedroom door opened and Dima marched in. "Gary, you really must open
the windows, this place smells like a knocking shop." He came to an abrupt
halt. His eyes, wide open as he saw me on the bed, with my arm round
Calvin.

"Oh, I can probably explain that..."

Dima swallowed again.

"What can I do for you, Dima? As you can see, I am a bit busy."

Dima swallowed and stood momentarily speechless. "Oh, sorry... I didn't
realise... Err, I was just going to let you know Forss... Err, His Imperial
Highness and everyone will be back home tomorrow."

"That's great news, I look forward to seeing them all. Is there anything
else?"

Dima's eyes hadn't left the naked Calvin.

"No, that's it... I take it you will be staying to see him?"

I nodded.

"Good, well, well, I will leave you to it then."

He turned to leave. "Oh, Dima, before you go, can you inform Marcus that
while I am staying here, I would like young Calvin to act as my valet... If
you can see to that, please?"

Dima swallowed and nodded. "Certainly, Gary."


**

Davy takes up the story

I smiled at Forts, and got into the limousine with Edik, the boys, Darius,
and Dan for the short journey to the Horse Guards Parade Ground. Forts and
the King would be leaving after us. The King always arrived only a few
minutes before things began, for him. None of the hanging around and
waiting that the rest of us mortals were expected to do.

We arrived at the Parade Ground and Darius, Edik and the boys were shown
into the building. I was being shown to my seat on the dais, with Dan
waiting by my side. So many heads turned to look at me. I don't think I
have ever felt so self-conscious. The uniform I was wearing was, in a word,
'spectacular' but most definitely not me either. I felt and looked like a
displaying peacock. I never wanted to stand out, nor did I enjoy having the
people glancing at me and muttering to their friends and colleagues. I came
to a halt and swallowed. I thought about doing a runner, then the words of
The Grand Duchess, Katrina Truorwskoy, came back to me. 'Forts has no
choice, his duty must at least look like it comes first... Davy, you have
to find a way to live with all of this, or it is going to destroy you
both... Forts needs to know you are with him and supporting him, God knows,
he needs your support... You must smile and wave and support your man'.

I felt Dan's hand touch my arm. I looked round. He leant in towards me,
"Are you okay?"

I nodded, exhaled and forced myself to smile, and began returning the nods
of welcome I was receiving. I didn't know any of these people; I suppose
they were just being polite. Finally, I was at my seat and sat down. Dan
sat next to me, he leant into my ear, "I don't know how you ever get used
to all this. It frightens the life out of me," he smiled, adding, "You seem
such a natural." I smiled as I looked away... God, if only he knew.

*

The car carrying the King and Forts pulled up in front of the dais and came
to a halt. Duke and the King's protection officer stepped out, and both
took up positions by the rear doors before opening them. I glanced quickly
at Dan. He had tensed and was sitting on the edge of his seat, observing
the car. "Sorry, force of habit, this is always a dangerous time... Sorry,
I am sure everything is going to be okay."

I exhaled, my eyes joining his on the vehicle. I did feel reassured seeing
Duke waiting for Forts, I knew he would die for him if need be. First out
of the vehicle was Stuart, followed by James, then Forts and finally the
King. With the King leading the way, the four of them mounted the dais as
the car moved away. Forts seemed to seek me out and flashed me one of his
smiles and comically raised his eyebrows. I nodded back to him, smiling.

The King introduced Forts to the line of waiting dignitaries. The American
Ambassador greeted Forts with a big smile. The Soviet Ambassador, with more
of a curt nod. General De Gaulle, with that cold superior 'French' look of
his. Field Marshall Alan Brooke, Air Chief Marshall Sholto Douglas, and if
that wasn't more than enough gold bullion, finally, The First Sea Lord,
Andrew Browne Cunningham, all shook hands and gave head bows.

With the smiles and greetings all complete, Forts and the King stood to
attention facing the ranks of soldiers while the Military Band struck up
the National Anthem, 'God Save The King'. As it concluded, I saw Forts have
a joke with the King, his lips clear, "I think they played the wrong
anthem". The King chuckled, and they took their seats for the parade. The
entire front row, including Forts, leaping to attention several times as
they took the salute of the passing soldiers. I was sure I heard several
squeals from above us and at least one cry of "Daddy." At that, Forts had
glanced round at me, smiling, I winked back. Dan chuckled and grinned at
me, "Sounds like someone else is enjoying the parade." I nodded. I smiled
to myself, just imagining Edik and Darius, trying to keep the boys in order
and stopping them from shouting out and making a noise.

As soon as the parade was over, the King came over to me with Forts. He
embraced us both in full view of the other guests, and then took his leave
of us, adding, "He would see us all soon, hopefully." He then left in
company with Squadron Leader Burgess.

James waited until they had gone before speaking to Forts. "Your Imperial
Highness, I would like you to meet The Field Marshall."

Forts smiled at me and raised his eyebrows, "Sorry, I won't be long," he
muttered.

I smiled, "Not a problem, see you in a minute."

James led Forts away, leaving me with Dan. There was another cry of "Daddy"
from the balcony above us. I glanced up and waved at the boys. I was
right. Darius and Edik were busy trying to pull the three of them back from
the balcony. I returned to watching James take Forts over to Field Marshall
Brooke, the dais slowly clearing. I found myself standing alone near the
Soviet Ambassador's party. He glanced towards me and stared emotionlessly,
taking in the uniform I was wearing.

He turned to one of the Soviet Military attaches and said something, they
both laughed. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I watched as the
attaché took a finger and drew it across his throat. The Ambassador
shooshed him, but both of them remained chuckling as they glared from me
and then over at Forts.

I moved closer, nodding, "Ambassador," he returned my nod. The two of them
looked me up and down and the attaché muttered in Russian, "postelny
companyon podonkov" (The scum's bed companion), then chuckled. They were
both obviously unaware I spoke pretty good Russian now.

I leant in towards him, the smile not leaving my face, "esli kto-to iz vas,
podonkov, trogaete paltzem na nego eli kogo-libo iz moei semyi, ya obesteiu
tebe, chto vysledyu tebya yi ubiu sam." (If any of you scum lay a finger on
him or any of my family, I promise you I will personally hunt you down and
kill you.)

The Ambassador looked like he would have a seizure as the attache's forced
smile vanished. Menacingly, he stepped towards me, his hand fumbling with
his holster. "How dare you! You Imperialist lackey". He spat the words at
me.

Dan stepped in front of me, between the two of them. His hand was inside
his jacket. His steely look, making it clear the attaché shouldn't take
another step or make another movement.

Fortunately, the Ambassador outstretched his hand and stopped him, barking
at the attaché in Russian. He stopped and nodded, and took a step
backwards, but said nothing else.

Quietly, I hissed in English. "That's a good idea, keep your dog under
control... His Imperial Highness and I have survived three assassination
attempts now by your countrymen. The next, should there be one, will be
followed by your own death... Do you understand, Ambassador?"

Darius appeared at Dan and my side. He took hold of my arm and began
leading me away. As he did, he shouted to James, "Viscount Tilney... Over
here, now."

James and Forts both glanced over. Forts' smile vanished and suddenly he
was moving at speed towards us with Duke right behind him. James hurriedly
excused himself to the Field Marshall, then rushed over to the obviously
irate Soviet Ambassador. Darius and Dan were now both standing between me
and the Soviet party. Seamlessly they parted, letting Forts and Duke
through, before forming a wall once more. Forts grabbed me, "Davy, are you
okay?"

I nodded, "Yes, I am fine... Sorry, I think I may have caused a diplomatic
spat with one of our allies."

Forts' eyes never left me, "I can't leave you for a minute... can I?" he
chuckled. "Actually, upsetting them is easier than you think. Very touchy
bunch. I think it is time for us to go home."

I nodded, unable to speak.

"I will get James to call for the cars." Forts smiled lovingly at me again.

A few minutes later, we were joined by Edik and the boys. Forts swept up
Draco and Aaran, I picked up Andrew. All of them were chattering excitedly
about the parade. While we were hearing all about it, James came over,
slightly red faced. He glanced at me and exhaled, "Davy, you can't go
around threatening to assassinate the Soviet Ambassador."

Forts guffawed, "No?" He roared with laughter, "Good on you!"

James shook his head, hissing, "Forts, this is serious... They are our
allies!"

Forts stiffened, "I am sure it is, in which case shouldn't you be
addressing me as Your Imperial Highness? And while you're at it, ask him
how many more times they intend to target Davy, my family and me."

"But... but, Forts, Your Imperial Highness!"

"James, enough! We are all now leaving to return to the palace. Inform
Squadron Leader Burgess of what has happened if you must... Now, get the
cars brought round, please."

James nodded. He turned to Darius, who nodded and sent Dan off to locate
the vehicles.

"Your Imperial Highness, there is another thing."

Forts glared at him, "James?!" I could sense the rising anger in Forts'
voice.

"Forts, Davy, the King left these for you." James handed Forts an
envelope. Forts tore it open, he scanned the contents and the furious face
changed to a broad smile. He turned to me, "Guess who are going to see the
Andrews Sisters? ... The King has asked us to attend to represent him in
the Royal Box tonight, before we head home tomorrow."

Forts handed me the tickets. As he did, he turned to James. "Thank you,
there will be enough seats for us all, I hope you and Chris will join us."

James nodded and smiled, "We would very much enjoy that, Thank
you... Forts."


**

Forts takes up the story

What a night. I was now sitting back with my feet up and a glass of wine,
with James, Stephan, Alexandra and the security guys, laughing our head off
as Davy, Chris and Edik did a very passable impression of the Andrews
Sisters hit, 'Rum and Coca Cola', complete with all the movements. I doubt
Buckingham Palace had ever seen anything like it, nor would it again.

*

The theatre had looked after us amazingly well. We had been shown to the
Royal Box and after a short announcement informing the audience that I
would be representing His Majesty the King at the performance, and in my
honour the King had requested a slight change to the anthem played. I
glanced at Davy, who gave me a wink. We all stood for the National Anthem,
'God Save The Tsar'.

The concert, well, it was great too. To rapturous applause, the Sisters
started with, 'Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy', then straight into the 'Beer
Barrel Polka', Davy's hand movements as he sang along had me in fits of
laughter. On and on, hit after hit, 'Beet Me Daddy Eight To The
Bar'. Several times, I found myself giggling as Davy sang along with just
about every song, he looked so happy. Finally, what seemed to be Davy's
favourite, 'Don't Sit Under The Apple tree'. During that one, his hand
reach for and gripped mine, he squeezed it tightly. I turned to smile at
him, he had tears rolling down his cheeks. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Davy blushed, shaking his head, "Stop, don't look at me... I am just a big
softie." He squeezed my hand again.

I squeezed his hand back, lovingly mouthing, "I know, but I still love
you." The concert came to an end with a rousing version of 'Jingle
Bells'. It suddenly dawned on me just how close Christmas was.

The highlight of the night was yet to come, well, especially for Davy,
anyway. All of us were invited to meet the Andrews Sisters backstage after
the show. Luckily the theatre's resident photographer was present and took
several pictures I know Davy will cherish.

Anyway, back to enjoying the 'Pittodrie Sisters,' as James called them.

*

The following morning, he all had slightly sore heads, but never the less
we were all in high spirits for our return to Pittodrie.

We would be catching the train at one o'clock in the afternoon, which
unfortunately meant we wouldn't be home until after dark. Tobias and Chris
who had gone and checked out the carriage we were to use, while Davy was
threatening to shoot the Soviet Ambassador, you've got to love him, had
returned, less than impressed. Oh, it was a First-Class Pullman coach, and
before the war, Chris had said he was sure it was beautiful. Now, though,
it was a bit worn and tired and smelled damp. I had to laugh, telling him,
"Chris, you're not exactly selling it to me!"

Sadly, it had no cooking facilities, so shortly before we were due to
leave, Albert was rushing around getting the flasks Davy and everyone had
used on their way down refilled and some pack lunches made up.

James reminded me that Gethin would be joining us at the Palace before we
left. Damn, I had forgotten to explain that to Davy. I found him helping
Edik packing up the boys' things and took him aside. He was quite shocked
but was happy Gethin was coming with us.

As it turned out, Mishcon arrived with Gethin. I wasn't expecting that; he
told me he had some things to discuss with both Davy and me and also
Athol. I asked him if they could wait until we were back home and he
assured me they could, phew.

*

Chris and Tobias weren't wrong about the carriage. I got the distinct
impression even the station manager at Kings Cross was embarrassed by the
state of the carriage. But beggars couldn't be choosers. It didn't take
long for us all to board and soon the engine's whistle announced we were
leaving London.

I caught Gethin looking round at the carriage. In a rare moment, he smiled,
"Forts, I think you need to order a new carriage." I nodded.

James joined in to the conversation, "I don't think you could get anything
like that constructed in Britain, well, not until the war is over."

"What about in the United States?" Dan suddenly blushed, "Sorry, I didn't
mean to butt in."

I smiled, "No, that's not a bad idea... Mishcon, come and join us."

I felt it was important to have inputs from everyone who would possibly be
using it, so I had Albert bring some paper and a pencil and the join the
group of us, as we began designing the rough internal layout of what
quickly became three carriages. Bless him Davy sat shaking his head
grinning, "You're all nuts... All completely crazy."

Around three o'clock with, 'the train planning committee' in full swing,
Albert excused himself and went off to make up some drinks and food. He
winked as he walked down to the food hampers, "No getting rid of the
kitchen and my room while I am away."

*

After we ate and we had all tired of designing the new carriages and Davy
and the boys all dozing, I had some time to myself. I stared out of the
window, lost in my thoughts. It was time to get back home. My time in
London with the King had been interesting and informative, some real
on-the-job training for what might be in the future... I only hope that it
was time well spent, not that I sought the Crown of Russia.

What the time had reinforced for me was just how much I loved Davy Thomas,
and just how much things which seem so minor can gnaw away at
relationships, destroying them before you realise there is even a
problem. Luckily, we were surrounded by amazing friends who cared,
supported, and loved us unconditionally.


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know. Blackscar.

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