©2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
She - Part 4
Well, I was at my favorite place again, curled up on the
window sill. This time at the kitchen overlooking the street. In all honesty I
kept an eye out for Red. Sometimes my imagination was playing games with me and
I thought I saw her, but I was mistaken. Then I saw a flash of red in the neighbor’s
garden. At first I thought I was day dreaming again. Soon I realized it was
really Red and got agitated. The neighbors had a big dog, called Metzger. He
was very territorial, and I feared he was going to tear Red apart. Not thinking
I forgot there was glass in the window and banged my head full against it. I
saw stars. By the time I was back to normal, I saw Red leaving the area.
Urgently I jumped up, and left the house for the first time since I arrived. I
was too late and lost sight of Red. Maybe next time I was luckier and was able
to catch up with Red, so that we could clear the air.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Hilton Paris Charles de Gaulle, Paris, France
The Hilton Charles De Gaulle Airport is easy to reach. There are two options available. The hotel offers a free shuttle bus from Charles de Gaulle Terminal 2 TGV Station. It runs every fifteen to twenty minutes during the day, between 06.00 and 23.30 hours. After that only on request. We used the second option. Arriving with Aer Lingus at Terminal 1 we took the CDGVAL to Terminal 3 Roissypole and walked the rest of the way by following the signs for the Hilton Hotel. It's not very far, maybe 100 m. Other hotels in the vicinity are the Novotel and Ibis. The Pullman is visible, but not in walking distance. If you want to go to the Pullman you have to go at the Parking stop between Terminal 1 and 3.
The Hilton is a two tower building connected by an atrium. When entering, the atrium is stunning. It feels inviting and like a home immediately. On the right side is the Caravelle Bar and to the left the reception. There is a designated check in/check out for Hilton Honors members.
Check in was quick and friendly - not the French attitude we expected. We were immediately recognized as Gold members and upgraded to a club room with club lounge access on the highest floor.
On the ground floor is also Les Aviateurs restaurant, serving breakfast, lunch and dinner, either buffet style or a la carte.
Our room was medium in size and Art Deco Style. The dominating color was brown, but the red sofa provided a nice color splash. There was also a writing desk, a wardrobe and cupboard with a large LCD Flat screen TV (including international chanels).
The minibar was stocked with the usual items, for example Coca Cola, but there were also some sweets (foam strawberries) we liked and Brazilian orange juice. As Gold member amenity we received two large bottles of free water.
The bathroom was good sized. It wasn't the largest, but neither the smallest, with separate bath tub and shower. There were also the famous Peter Thomas Roth products available.
The bed was comfortable, and we had side views to one of the runways. There is also 24 hours in room dining available, which we used. We had an Italian salad, pasta and Creme Brulee. It was excellent. The bill came to around 50 Euros / 68 USD which we found reasonable.
The club lounge has open all day. It serves breakfast, snacks - we liked the cakes best - and alcohol free beverages during the day. In the evening there is a happy hour with wine (red, white and sparkling), liqueur and appetizers, for example fried chicken, cheese, crudities with dips and so on. All is very good. The lounge has views over the by now retired Concorde and the runway. It was fascinating to watch the planes come and go - also called movements. The lounge has an intimate feel with memorabilia from the Concorde and signed autographs. There are also computers for guests to use free of charge.
The breakfast buffet in the club lounge is small, but the items are fresh and healthy. There is even a selection of hot items, like scrambled eggs.
The hotel has also meeting facilities and a fitness center / spa.
Those facilities are located on the mezzanine level.
The spa has only open from 1 PM to 9 PM, seven days a week. The massages cost around 100 Euro / ca. 132 USD. Costs are depending on the length and what type of treatment is requested.
The fitness center also offers a steam room, sauna and an inviting indoor swimming pool. We had a look at the facilities, but this time around didn't use them.
We would return to this hotel in a heart beat, liking the convenience of the location, the atmosphere, the service without attitude, comfort of the room and the excellent food.
The Hilton is a two tower building connected by an atrium. When entering, the atrium is stunning. It feels inviting and like a home immediately. On the right side is the Caravelle Bar and to the left the reception. There is a designated check in/check out for Hilton Honors members.
Check in was quick and friendly - not the French attitude we expected. We were immediately recognized as Gold members and upgraded to a club room with club lounge access on the highest floor.
On the ground floor is also Les Aviateurs restaurant, serving breakfast, lunch and dinner, either buffet style or a la carte.
Our room was medium in size and Art Deco Style. The dominating color was brown, but the red sofa provided a nice color splash. There was also a writing desk, a wardrobe and cupboard with a large LCD Flat screen TV (including international chanels).
The minibar was stocked with the usual items, for example Coca Cola, but there were also some sweets (foam strawberries) we liked and Brazilian orange juice. As Gold member amenity we received two large bottles of free water.
The bathroom was good sized. It wasn't the largest, but neither the smallest, with separate bath tub and shower. There were also the famous Peter Thomas Roth products available.
The bed was comfortable, and we had side views to one of the runways. There is also 24 hours in room dining available, which we used. We had an Italian salad, pasta and Creme Brulee. It was excellent. The bill came to around 50 Euros / 68 USD which we found reasonable.
The club lounge has open all day. It serves breakfast, snacks - we liked the cakes best - and alcohol free beverages during the day. In the evening there is a happy hour with wine (red, white and sparkling), liqueur and appetizers, for example fried chicken, cheese, crudities with dips and so on. All is very good. The lounge has views over the by now retired Concorde and the runway. It was fascinating to watch the planes come and go - also called movements. The lounge has an intimate feel with memorabilia from the Concorde and signed autographs. There are also computers for guests to use free of charge.
The breakfast buffet in the club lounge is small, but the items are fresh and healthy. There is even a selection of hot items, like scrambled eggs.
The hotel has also meeting facilities and a fitness center / spa.
Those facilities are located on the mezzanine level.
The spa has only open from 1 PM to 9 PM, seven days a week. The massages cost around 100 Euro / ca. 132 USD. Costs are depending on the length and what type of treatment is requested.
The fitness center also offers a steam room, sauna and an inviting indoor swimming pool. We had a look at the facilities, but this time around didn't use them.
We would return to this hotel in a heart beat, liking the convenience of the location, the atmosphere, the service without attitude, comfort of the room and the excellent food.
©2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
She - Part 3
Long time no see, I know. Unfortunately other commitments kept me busy, but here is part 3 of She and there is soon going to be more.
Here is just a short explanation who Sam is. He is Dante's owner, even if Dante thinks it's the other way round. :-)
When I least expected her Red was back. I hadn't forgotten about her eating my dinner, and I was left hungry until the next morning, so my claws were out. I was ready to defend my territory. We had a brief fight. She left with her tail between her legs. Sam was a little bit surprised I had a scratch on my throat.
I'm not going out, even though Sam has made the house cat friendly, and I could leave anytime I like, so he didn't have an explanation how I came to my injury. He asked what I had been up to. I told him about Red, but unfortunately he doesn't understand my language. I admitted to him that I missed Red. I hoped she was going to return...
Here is just a short explanation who Sam is. He is Dante's owner, even if Dante thinks it's the other way round. :-)
When I least expected her Red was back. I hadn't forgotten about her eating my dinner, and I was left hungry until the next morning, so my claws were out. I was ready to defend my territory. We had a brief fight. She left with her tail between her legs. Sam was a little bit surprised I had a scratch on my throat.
I'm not going out, even though Sam has made the house cat friendly, and I could leave anytime I like, so he didn't have an explanation how I came to my injury. He asked what I had been up to. I told him about Red, but unfortunately he doesn't understand my language. I admitted to him that I missed Red. I hoped she was going to return...
©2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
The Arts - A Ritz-Carlton Hotel, Barcelona, Spain
We were looking for a luxurious, relaxing weekend in Barcelona, so we decided to take a hotel we have dreamed about staying for ages, and it was going to be our first ever Ritz-Carlton. Previously we had visited a few in Asia and the United States. Based on our experience I expected a flawless and stress free time.
All started very well. We had contact with the club and the spa concierge around a week before we stayed at the hotel. The club concierge organized the transfer from and to the airport. They have a BMW 7 and a Mercedes S-Class. We requested to have the BMW, when we arrived and the Mercedes on the way back. Because the limousine service is extremely busy, it seems the customer doesn't have a choice of car. We received on both ways the Mercedes. Cost was 240 Euros / ca. 325 USD.
The drive was scenic along the coast and took twenty minutes.
At the hotel we were greeted by the bell captain, who took one piece of our luggage. We took the elevator to the first floor and went to reception, stating that we had booked the club lounge and were accompanied to the 33rd floor, where the club lounge is located. We were welcomed by a friendly staff member and offered a glass of cranberry juice. It was a nice touch.
While the club concierge took care of the check in formalities, we were invited to take a seat, and if we liked we could also help ourselves to the buffet breakfast. We arrived early, so we didn't expect our room was ready yet. To our surprise we were told it was, and we could go to it whenever we liked. Having finished our juices we decided we wanted to go to our room and were promptly accompanied to the 19th floor. By the way the Arts has real keys. To our dismay and the shock of the employee the room stank dreadful and was completely unmade. We went back to the club lounge, where we were told the room would be immediately taken care of and the House Keeping Manager informed.
We waited for another hour and still hadn't been updated. After checking again, we were told the room wasn't ready yet. We decided the weather was too nice to be wasted and went out to explore the area. At our return the room still wasn't ready. The club lounge concierge couldn't tell us when we were able to go to our room. Twenty minutes after the official check in time, we went down again. This time the room was made and the smell (cigarette smoke) was gone. We were promised our luggage would be also delivered soon. We never thought it would take the rest of the afternoon, a lot of phone calls and stress to get all our items delivered. We had left two back packs with the club lounge staff, when we went out exploring. We were both disappointed and questioning ourselves, if we had made the right decision. Frustration was running high, and we tried to figure out what went wrong. Deciding this was a freak accident we gave the hotel a second chance. From there everything went nearly smooth.
Our room was Asian looking with white chairs, one ottoman, a coffee table, a writing desk, flat screen TV, a king sized bed and a small bench in front of the bed. The bed stands and bed frame were dark brown. There was a wardrobe with safe and bath robes and a luggage rack. The mini bar was stocked with Hediard sweets and more usual stuff, like cola, water and so on. The orange juice comes highly recommended.
The bathroom had a separate shower and bath tub, two sinks, a small room for the toilet and bidet. We had Ritz-Carlton amenities, but we could have easily exchanged them to Bulgari or Acqua di Parma.
We used the laundry service, in room dining and of course the club lounge.
The laundry service was reliable and delivered our shirts and underwear as good as new. It was packaged like shop bought. It cost ca. 50 Euros / 70 USD for 3 shirts and two underpants.
We ordered room service on both evenings. The first time the order was not correct. Interesting enough the guy I ordered with repeated the items correctly. To my surprise instead of juice we received yogurts. When I told the lady, who brought the meal, she rectified it immediately. We weren't charged for the juices or the yogurt. The spaghetti/penne Bolognese were very good indeed, as was the Crema Catalana. It was huge. Some people would say the portion for the pasta was too small and the dessert too large. I thought it was just right. The Bolognese sauce came in an additional bowl, and you could add as much as you liked. Even when the pasta was finished, we ate the rest of the sauce with the bread that was served free of charge. A new trend we also experienced at the Intercontinental Hamburg. The price was high, but based on the quality of the food and how much it was, it was okay. We paid ca. 115 Euros / ca. 160 USD for one large bottle of still water, one grapefruit juice, one peach juice, one hot chocolate (It's not made traditional Spanish, which is good, because my better half doesn't like a very thick hot chocolate), two pasta Bolognese and one Crema Catalana.
The next day it was hard getting out of bed. It was so comfortable. We had both a good rest. The last problem we had was the shower. It is spa like with nozzles on the side and a rain shower. Unfortunately the water simply came out hot, no matter what way I tweaked it. Of course we were running a bit late for the club lounge breakfast, but we were assured it wasn't a problem and it was still on going. We were also promised the shower was going taken care of.
We were out and about for the rest of the day. There was an air show going on, and we enjoyed the promenade, the sun and the sea.
In the late afternoon we went to the Champagne Bar for a small snack. We had two glasses of Champagne (Laurent Perrier Grand Siècle and Laurent Perrier Rose) and tomato bread with Bellota Ham. All was delicious. We paid again around 115 Euros / 160 USD. Having seen the prices in other countries for the same champagne (For example at the Waldorf Astoria Syon Park a glass of Laurent Perrier Grand Siècle 43 GBP / ca. 50 Euro / ca. 70 USD) and the ham, it was outstanding value for money.
For me it was time to go to the Six Senses Spa, which I was looking forward to very much. It was my highlight of the stay. The Spa itself fits perfectly well with the rest of the building. It is located on the 43rd floor and I had to take two lifts. The floors between the hotel and spa are occupied by apartments.
At the spa I received a warm welcome and was asked to fill out a form. The spa is modern and has also dark furniture with white washed walls. I was then brought to the changing room, where I was supplied with my own locker, containing a bath robe, slippers and a disposable pantie. The changing room is fitted with showers, seating area, toilets and hair dryers, towels - basically everything one might need. A nice touch was also the jug of water, glasses and wooden combs provided.
After around twenty minutes my therapist arrived. We went downstairs to my treatment room. I had requested the signature treatment and received an intense back massage, as I requested, a clay wrap and a facial. The massage released all tensions, and I was sore the next day in some places. The rest of the treatment was relaxing. Afterwards I received recommendations for products by Aroma Therapy Associates that were good for me. Then I was brought to the relaxation area and received a pot of ginger tea. I studied the Six Senses Spa cook book, while I drank the tea, which was delicious. Back at the changing room I put on my bath suit and enjoyed the steam room and whirl pool. There are no mixed facilities. Gentlemen and ladies have their own.
When I was ready to leave, I was presented with the recommended products and the bill. I bought a facial mask. The treatment itself was 275 Euros, but very well worth it. When I was back on our room I realized how quickly time passed by. I had spent three hours at the spa. We arrived just in time for the club lounge dessert trolley.
There are five food presentations a day at the club. All were very good. He liked especially the sweets (cakes, puddings, fruits and so on), while I also enjoyed the savory snacks (smoked salmon, couscous, grilled vegetables and so much more). Guests could help themselves to champagne, beer and liqueur during the day. There was also a wide array of soft drinks available. If we asked for orange juice, it was delivered promptly and was freshly squeezed.
There is also afternoon tea served and there is a happy hour with wine.
The breakfast buffet is continental, but during the weekend an egg station is also available. The choice is wide, healthy and tasty.
On our last day we had a late check out at 14.00 hours, but could use the lounge until our limousine arrived to bring us to the airport.
We went to the hair dressers, located near the fitness center of the hotel and explored the neighborhood. The Zoo and the train station are just a short walk away, as well as the Catalonian Parliament.
Of course the hotel has other outlets than the Champagne Bar, Arola is especially famous. There is also Enoteka and Bites.
A Hediat Shop is located at the entry lobby of the hotel. Other shops are at the reception area. Unfortunately they don't sell Ritz-Carlton or Arts branded products, like polo shirts or baseball caps. We found that sad.
The hotel also has a small garden with outdoor swimming pool overlooking Frank Gehries famous fish, waterfalls and loads of art work.
Putting aside the issues we had, our stay was wonderful and we are considering returning soon.
All started very well. We had contact with the club and the spa concierge around a week before we stayed at the hotel. The club concierge organized the transfer from and to the airport. They have a BMW 7 and a Mercedes S-Class. We requested to have the BMW, when we arrived and the Mercedes on the way back. Because the limousine service is extremely busy, it seems the customer doesn't have a choice of car. We received on both ways the Mercedes. Cost was 240 Euros / ca. 325 USD.
The drive was scenic along the coast and took twenty minutes.
At the hotel we were greeted by the bell captain, who took one piece of our luggage. We took the elevator to the first floor and went to reception, stating that we had booked the club lounge and were accompanied to the 33rd floor, where the club lounge is located. We were welcomed by a friendly staff member and offered a glass of cranberry juice. It was a nice touch.
While the club concierge took care of the check in formalities, we were invited to take a seat, and if we liked we could also help ourselves to the buffet breakfast. We arrived early, so we didn't expect our room was ready yet. To our surprise we were told it was, and we could go to it whenever we liked. Having finished our juices we decided we wanted to go to our room and were promptly accompanied to the 19th floor. By the way the Arts has real keys. To our dismay and the shock of the employee the room stank dreadful and was completely unmade. We went back to the club lounge, where we were told the room would be immediately taken care of and the House Keeping Manager informed.
We waited for another hour and still hadn't been updated. After checking again, we were told the room wasn't ready yet. We decided the weather was too nice to be wasted and went out to explore the area. At our return the room still wasn't ready. The club lounge concierge couldn't tell us when we were able to go to our room. Twenty minutes after the official check in time, we went down again. This time the room was made and the smell (cigarette smoke) was gone. We were promised our luggage would be also delivered soon. We never thought it would take the rest of the afternoon, a lot of phone calls and stress to get all our items delivered. We had left two back packs with the club lounge staff, when we went out exploring. We were both disappointed and questioning ourselves, if we had made the right decision. Frustration was running high, and we tried to figure out what went wrong. Deciding this was a freak accident we gave the hotel a second chance. From there everything went nearly smooth.
Our room was Asian looking with white chairs, one ottoman, a coffee table, a writing desk, flat screen TV, a king sized bed and a small bench in front of the bed. The bed stands and bed frame were dark brown. There was a wardrobe with safe and bath robes and a luggage rack. The mini bar was stocked with Hediard sweets and more usual stuff, like cola, water and so on. The orange juice comes highly recommended.
The bathroom had a separate shower and bath tub, two sinks, a small room for the toilet and bidet. We had Ritz-Carlton amenities, but we could have easily exchanged them to Bulgari or Acqua di Parma.
We used the laundry service, in room dining and of course the club lounge.
The laundry service was reliable and delivered our shirts and underwear as good as new. It was packaged like shop bought. It cost ca. 50 Euros / 70 USD for 3 shirts and two underpants.
We ordered room service on both evenings. The first time the order was not correct. Interesting enough the guy I ordered with repeated the items correctly. To my surprise instead of juice we received yogurts. When I told the lady, who brought the meal, she rectified it immediately. We weren't charged for the juices or the yogurt. The spaghetti/penne Bolognese were very good indeed, as was the Crema Catalana. It was huge. Some people would say the portion for the pasta was too small and the dessert too large. I thought it was just right. The Bolognese sauce came in an additional bowl, and you could add as much as you liked. Even when the pasta was finished, we ate the rest of the sauce with the bread that was served free of charge. A new trend we also experienced at the Intercontinental Hamburg. The price was high, but based on the quality of the food and how much it was, it was okay. We paid ca. 115 Euros / ca. 160 USD for one large bottle of still water, one grapefruit juice, one peach juice, one hot chocolate (It's not made traditional Spanish, which is good, because my better half doesn't like a very thick hot chocolate), two pasta Bolognese and one Crema Catalana.
The next day it was hard getting out of bed. It was so comfortable. We had both a good rest. The last problem we had was the shower. It is spa like with nozzles on the side and a rain shower. Unfortunately the water simply came out hot, no matter what way I tweaked it. Of course we were running a bit late for the club lounge breakfast, but we were assured it wasn't a problem and it was still on going. We were also promised the shower was going taken care of.
We were out and about for the rest of the day. There was an air show going on, and we enjoyed the promenade, the sun and the sea.
In the late afternoon we went to the Champagne Bar for a small snack. We had two glasses of Champagne (Laurent Perrier Grand Siècle and Laurent Perrier Rose) and tomato bread with Bellota Ham. All was delicious. We paid again around 115 Euros / 160 USD. Having seen the prices in other countries for the same champagne (For example at the Waldorf Astoria Syon Park a glass of Laurent Perrier Grand Siècle 43 GBP / ca. 50 Euro / ca. 70 USD) and the ham, it was outstanding value for money.
For me it was time to go to the Six Senses Spa, which I was looking forward to very much. It was my highlight of the stay. The Spa itself fits perfectly well with the rest of the building. It is located on the 43rd floor and I had to take two lifts. The floors between the hotel and spa are occupied by apartments.
At the spa I received a warm welcome and was asked to fill out a form. The spa is modern and has also dark furniture with white washed walls. I was then brought to the changing room, where I was supplied with my own locker, containing a bath robe, slippers and a disposable pantie. The changing room is fitted with showers, seating area, toilets and hair dryers, towels - basically everything one might need. A nice touch was also the jug of water, glasses and wooden combs provided.
After around twenty minutes my therapist arrived. We went downstairs to my treatment room. I had requested the signature treatment and received an intense back massage, as I requested, a clay wrap and a facial. The massage released all tensions, and I was sore the next day in some places. The rest of the treatment was relaxing. Afterwards I received recommendations for products by Aroma Therapy Associates that were good for me. Then I was brought to the relaxation area and received a pot of ginger tea. I studied the Six Senses Spa cook book, while I drank the tea, which was delicious. Back at the changing room I put on my bath suit and enjoyed the steam room and whirl pool. There are no mixed facilities. Gentlemen and ladies have their own.
When I was ready to leave, I was presented with the recommended products and the bill. I bought a facial mask. The treatment itself was 275 Euros, but very well worth it. When I was back on our room I realized how quickly time passed by. I had spent three hours at the spa. We arrived just in time for the club lounge dessert trolley.
There are five food presentations a day at the club. All were very good. He liked especially the sweets (cakes, puddings, fruits and so on), while I also enjoyed the savory snacks (smoked salmon, couscous, grilled vegetables and so much more). Guests could help themselves to champagne, beer and liqueur during the day. There was also a wide array of soft drinks available. If we asked for orange juice, it was delivered promptly and was freshly squeezed.
There is also afternoon tea served and there is a happy hour with wine.
The breakfast buffet is continental, but during the weekend an egg station is also available. The choice is wide, healthy and tasty.
On our last day we had a late check out at 14.00 hours, but could use the lounge until our limousine arrived to bring us to the airport.
We went to the hair dressers, located near the fitness center of the hotel and explored the neighborhood. The Zoo and the train station are just a short walk away, as well as the Catalonian Parliament.
Of course the hotel has other outlets than the Champagne Bar, Arola is especially famous. There is also Enoteka and Bites.
A Hediat Shop is located at the entry lobby of the hotel. Other shops are at the reception area. Unfortunately they don't sell Ritz-Carlton or Arts branded products, like polo shirts or baseball caps. We found that sad.
The hotel also has a small garden with outdoor swimming pool overlooking Frank Gehries famous fish, waterfalls and loads of art work.
Putting aside the issues we had, our stay was wonderful and we are considering returning soon.
©2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
She - Part 2
In Part 1 a female cat arrives at Dante's home, causing some havoc. Now let's see what happens next.
Weeks passed, and I had given up all hope Red was returning. I tried to turn and stretch comfortable in my bed, but there was suddenly something soft obstructing my moves. I opened my eyes a crack. They flew open, when there was some red fur in front of me. Red! I butted my head lightly against hers. She had been sleeping, woke with a start and nearly scratched my eye out. What a greeting! She was unapologetic, her tail swishing impatiently. Uhh, definitely not a morning person. I better thought to leave her alone. Within seconds she was asleep again. I was a little bit restless and my own black tail was twitching, so I left my bed and instead jumped onto the window sill to have a look outside. It was snowing, and I was glad I was inside and warm. I rolled myself up, my head resting on my back, watching the snow flakes fall. It was lulling. I woke up, because I had to use the toilet and was hungry. My dinner and Red were gone.
Weeks passed, and I had given up all hope Red was returning. I tried to turn and stretch comfortable in my bed, but there was suddenly something soft obstructing my moves. I opened my eyes a crack. They flew open, when there was some red fur in front of me. Red! I butted my head lightly against hers. She had been sleeping, woke with a start and nearly scratched my eye out. What a greeting! She was unapologetic, her tail swishing impatiently. Uhh, definitely not a morning person. I better thought to leave her alone. Within seconds she was asleep again. I was a little bit restless and my own black tail was twitching, so I left my bed and instead jumped onto the window sill to have a look outside. It was snowing, and I was glad I was inside and warm. I rolled myself up, my head resting on my back, watching the snow flakes fall. It was lulling. I woke up, because I had to use the toilet and was hungry. My dinner and Red were gone.
©2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
The Pick Pocket's Pick Pocket
Fin is in a crisis and doesn't know how to proceed in the future - looking for a new job or continuing his career as master burglar - so he reacts unusual to a situation, which leads to this short story, told from the view of Jerry "Cranky" Merryme. You can thank my better half for the names.
When my cousin Flanky asked for my help, I didn't refuse. I never thought it would end so embarrassing and even dangerous.
Friends and family call me Cranky, because I always look like I'm in a bad mood.
Flanky is a pick pocket. One day he was in China Town, doing his job. He stole a wallet from an old Chinese lady. When he left the venue and checked, what his bounty had been, the wallet was gone. Flanky knew, what had happened. Another younger guy had bumped into him after he had taken the wallet. He must have stolen from him. Flanky was very upset and wanted to teach this Blondie, as he liked to call his adversary, a lesson. I'm 6 ft 3 in tall, burly and have dark hair. I'm strong, too, so I was the right man to go to.
Flanky kept track of the man and called me, when he thought the time for vengeance had arrived.
We followed a tall, very thin blond man. I guessed he was in his early twenties and baby faced. It was astounding he had managed to outwit Flanky.
Our plan was that I snatch the man and drag him into the next ally, where we were going to deal with him. Well, I had no problems what so ever. Blondie seemed preoccupied, so I had my tree trunk sized arm around his throat within seconds. He struggled of course, but I was stronger. The road was quiet. There weren't any witnesses.
In the ally Flanky was already waiting. Blondie was even more determined to escape, when he recognized my cousin. I didn't let go. Flanky let the other pick pocket know how upset he was. "Hello, sucker. Did you think I wouldn't notice your little stunt?" Blondie showed guts. He stopped struggling and replied cold: "I'm surprised it didn't take you years to figure out, what happened." I was outraged he was insulting my cousin. Robertson Brutus, that's Flanky, didn't like it either. He slapped Blondie. Our captive didn't even blink. I guessed he was frightened what we planned to do with him. Blondie had his emotions under tight control, and I admired him for it.
"It's very brave to slap me, while you have help." Blondie said. At first I didn't get he meant me. Flanky explained what we were going to do. Flanky wanted Blondie to stay out of his future business and teach him a lesson in humility. Blondie said: "Beating me up won't teach me anything. I recommend you let me go, or you are going to be very sorry." I admit I'm not the most intelligent, but it stuck me as dumb to threaten us, when we had the upper hand over him. Flanky thought the same. Flanky pressed his fingers hard into the other man's cheeks. He glared menacingly at our victim. "And why would we be sorry?" Blondie still didn't show any signs of fear. His answer was clear: "I'm sure you value your hands, so keep them off me. I bet you also want to stay alive..." "You are in no position to threaten me." The pressure of Flanky's fingers increased. It must have hurt badly, but there were no signs of it showing on our hostage's face. "You must learn when to keep your big mouth shut..." Flanky released Blondie’s face drew back his arm and fisted Blondie in the stomach. Blondie’s knees buckled, but I held him, so he didn't drop. We wanted a little bit longer fun with him. The punch had been so strong Blondie vomited over his and Flanky's shoes. My cousin landed another punch nearly at the same spot. Blondie doubled up. He still didn't make any sound. Normally Flanky would have followed up. We were disturbed by two little Chinese ladies. We found it amusing that they tried to protect their friend and asked well mannered to leave him alone. Blondie told them to go back to the house. They still demanded his release. We laughed and told them we had no bone with them to pick, so they should do as suggested by Blondie. They didn't listen. Flanky pushed the taller of the ladies or at least tried to. Instead he found himself on the ground. We were both surprised. Flanky lost his temper, sprang up and charged like a bull. The little lady deflected the attack and struck Flanky on the arm. He was crying out in pain and held it at an awkward angle. Then he fled. I don't know why I did it, but I let go of Blondie and barged towards the other smaller lady. She looked so frail. Blondie tried to protect her and jumped on my back. He weighed nothing. I shook him off like an insect. I wanted to push the little lady, but before I knew what had happened I lay on the ground. My ankle hurt pretty badly. I thought it was better to withdraw. I was so ashamed. How could two small ladies be so powerful that Flanky, who is nearly as tall as I am, and I had to retreat with our tails between our legs? We were at least fifty years younger than them. I never understood it. Flanky had a broken arm, while I escaped with a sprained ankle. Flanky felt humiliated, too, and was sorry I had been hurt. He pitied himself for a while and swore further revenge. He wasn't done with Blondie yet. I might be a little bit stupid, but I thought we cut our losses and leave the boy alone. Flanky and I argued about it. He even called me by my full name, Jerry Merryme. We found a compromise. Flanky was trying to find out more about Blondie. When he was still upset after the information gathering, he was going to make sure Blondie paid for it further.
When Flanky was updated a few weeks later, he was upset, and I was furious with him. Thanks to him and his vengeance we were going to look over our shoulders in fear for some time.
Flanky's friend found out Blondie's name was Coldham Fintan Noose III. He was a rising star in the burglar community, having learned from one of the best museum burglars in the country. Noose was engaged to the daughter of the Godfather of Upstate New York and well connected to an El Salvadorian American gang in Miami. His threats hadn't been empty, when Flanky and I beat him up, so we feared for our lives.
Nothing happened for months. We didn't dare feel safe. How often had we heard about other criminals, who felt crossed and got their revenge when it was least expected?
One night I ran into Noose and shrank back. He gave me a dark stare, but didn't make any attempt to shoot me or something like that. He was about to go in the other direction, so I decided to grab the bull by the horns. "Hey, Coldham, stop." Noose didn't react and walked away. I made faster and larger steps to keep the distance even and shouted: "Noose, I'd like to talk to you." This time he did stop. "What do you want?" His tone wasn't the most friendliest. "I just wanted to say sorry for what I did." "Really?" Noose replied ironic. "Yes, I hope you're not angry with me - us, I mean." "Stop trying to crawl into my arse! Tell your friend or in whatever relationship you two have, that I have better things to do than waste my time on low lives. We are quit. But be warned, if you ever attack me again, I'll go through with my threat, and my friends are going to take care of you. It would be very unpleasant, and we don't want that, do we?" Arrogant sod! I was angry, because he had just insulted us again, but swallowed any remark that was on my mind. Noose's eyes were steel blue and his voice cold, so I knew he was serious and swore myself never to mess with him. At least Flanky and I could sigh a breath of relief and return to our normal lives.
When my cousin Flanky asked for my help, I didn't refuse. I never thought it would end so embarrassing and even dangerous.
Friends and family call me Cranky, because I always look like I'm in a bad mood.
Flanky is a pick pocket. One day he was in China Town, doing his job. He stole a wallet from an old Chinese lady. When he left the venue and checked, what his bounty had been, the wallet was gone. Flanky knew, what had happened. Another younger guy had bumped into him after he had taken the wallet. He must have stolen from him. Flanky was very upset and wanted to teach this Blondie, as he liked to call his adversary, a lesson. I'm 6 ft 3 in tall, burly and have dark hair. I'm strong, too, so I was the right man to go to.
Flanky kept track of the man and called me, when he thought the time for vengeance had arrived.
We followed a tall, very thin blond man. I guessed he was in his early twenties and baby faced. It was astounding he had managed to outwit Flanky.
Our plan was that I snatch the man and drag him into the next ally, where we were going to deal with him. Well, I had no problems what so ever. Blondie seemed preoccupied, so I had my tree trunk sized arm around his throat within seconds. He struggled of course, but I was stronger. The road was quiet. There weren't any witnesses.
In the ally Flanky was already waiting. Blondie was even more determined to escape, when he recognized my cousin. I didn't let go. Flanky let the other pick pocket know how upset he was. "Hello, sucker. Did you think I wouldn't notice your little stunt?" Blondie showed guts. He stopped struggling and replied cold: "I'm surprised it didn't take you years to figure out, what happened." I was outraged he was insulting my cousin. Robertson Brutus, that's Flanky, didn't like it either. He slapped Blondie. Our captive didn't even blink. I guessed he was frightened what we planned to do with him. Blondie had his emotions under tight control, and I admired him for it.
"It's very brave to slap me, while you have help." Blondie said. At first I didn't get he meant me. Flanky explained what we were going to do. Flanky wanted Blondie to stay out of his future business and teach him a lesson in humility. Blondie said: "Beating me up won't teach me anything. I recommend you let me go, or you are going to be very sorry." I admit I'm not the most intelligent, but it stuck me as dumb to threaten us, when we had the upper hand over him. Flanky thought the same. Flanky pressed his fingers hard into the other man's cheeks. He glared menacingly at our victim. "And why would we be sorry?" Blondie still didn't show any signs of fear. His answer was clear: "I'm sure you value your hands, so keep them off me. I bet you also want to stay alive..." "You are in no position to threaten me." The pressure of Flanky's fingers increased. It must have hurt badly, but there were no signs of it showing on our hostage's face. "You must learn when to keep your big mouth shut..." Flanky released Blondie’s face drew back his arm and fisted Blondie in the stomach. Blondie’s knees buckled, but I held him, so he didn't drop. We wanted a little bit longer fun with him. The punch had been so strong Blondie vomited over his and Flanky's shoes. My cousin landed another punch nearly at the same spot. Blondie doubled up. He still didn't make any sound. Normally Flanky would have followed up. We were disturbed by two little Chinese ladies. We found it amusing that they tried to protect their friend and asked well mannered to leave him alone. Blondie told them to go back to the house. They still demanded his release. We laughed and told them we had no bone with them to pick, so they should do as suggested by Blondie. They didn't listen. Flanky pushed the taller of the ladies or at least tried to. Instead he found himself on the ground. We were both surprised. Flanky lost his temper, sprang up and charged like a bull. The little lady deflected the attack and struck Flanky on the arm. He was crying out in pain and held it at an awkward angle. Then he fled. I don't know why I did it, but I let go of Blondie and barged towards the other smaller lady. She looked so frail. Blondie tried to protect her and jumped on my back. He weighed nothing. I shook him off like an insect. I wanted to push the little lady, but before I knew what had happened I lay on the ground. My ankle hurt pretty badly. I thought it was better to withdraw. I was so ashamed. How could two small ladies be so powerful that Flanky, who is nearly as tall as I am, and I had to retreat with our tails between our legs? We were at least fifty years younger than them. I never understood it. Flanky had a broken arm, while I escaped with a sprained ankle. Flanky felt humiliated, too, and was sorry I had been hurt. He pitied himself for a while and swore further revenge. He wasn't done with Blondie yet. I might be a little bit stupid, but I thought we cut our losses and leave the boy alone. Flanky and I argued about it. He even called me by my full name, Jerry Merryme. We found a compromise. Flanky was trying to find out more about Blondie. When he was still upset after the information gathering, he was going to make sure Blondie paid for it further.
When Flanky was updated a few weeks later, he was upset, and I was furious with him. Thanks to him and his vengeance we were going to look over our shoulders in fear for some time.
Flanky's friend found out Blondie's name was Coldham Fintan Noose III. He was a rising star in the burglar community, having learned from one of the best museum burglars in the country. Noose was engaged to the daughter of the Godfather of Upstate New York and well connected to an El Salvadorian American gang in Miami. His threats hadn't been empty, when Flanky and I beat him up, so we feared for our lives.
Nothing happened for months. We didn't dare feel safe. How often had we heard about other criminals, who felt crossed and got their revenge when it was least expected?
One night I ran into Noose and shrank back. He gave me a dark stare, but didn't make any attempt to shoot me or something like that. He was about to go in the other direction, so I decided to grab the bull by the horns. "Hey, Coldham, stop." Noose didn't react and walked away. I made faster and larger steps to keep the distance even and shouted: "Noose, I'd like to talk to you." This time he did stop. "What do you want?" His tone wasn't the most friendliest. "I just wanted to say sorry for what I did." "Really?" Noose replied ironic. "Yes, I hope you're not angry with me - us, I mean." "Stop trying to crawl into my arse! Tell your friend or in whatever relationship you two have, that I have better things to do than waste my time on low lives. We are quit. But be warned, if you ever attack me again, I'll go through with my threat, and my friends are going to take care of you. It would be very unpleasant, and we don't want that, do we?" Arrogant sod! I was angry, because he had just insulted us again, but swallowed any remark that was on my mind. Noose's eyes were steel blue and his voice cold, so I knew he was serious and swore myself never to mess with him. At least Flanky and I could sigh a breath of relief and return to our normal lives.
©2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Truffles
Coldham Fintan Noose III is preparing for a dinner party he is throwing together with his fiancée Frieda. Well the results are not necessary for the kids.
Fin was making chocolate truffles. Frieda couldn't resist the temptation and dipped her finger into the melted chocolate and tried it. "Hey, don't!" Fin protested. Frieda had her finger again in the chocolate. This time she smeared it onto Fin's face, hugged him and licked at the dark stripe on Fin's cheek. He was turned on. "You are a very naughty girl, Frieda Dolores Pianas." He held her in his arms. Even if his voice was stern, he smiled at her. Fin bent slowly, slowly down and kissed Frieda. Their tongues went exploring. He undressed Frieda and continued what she had started. He was soon naked and spattered with chocolate. It was fun and erotic at the same time. They weren't in a hurry. In the end Fin took a seat at the kitchen table. Frieda enjoyed she was on top and could dictate the rhythm, driving Fin mad, when once she was riding him very fast, then slowing down, only to pick up the speed again. He had enough. Between gritted teeth he said: "You are going to pay for this." With one smooth movement he was standing up, still joined with Frieda. She held on tightly. They kissed a little bit further. Fin made his way to the bed room. He gently eased Frieda onto the bed. "Turn round, darling," He ordered Frieda. She obeyed and was kneeling on all four. Fin was taking her from behind, slapping her rear and rubbing away the sting. A moan escaped Frieda. It was a pleasure for her. She was nearing her own orgasm and felt giddy. Of course Fin repaid her with the same coin, stopped moving completely and instead placed gentle kisses on Frieda's back and kneading her right breast hard. It was the perfect mix between soft and rough. "Please, Fin." She begged him, not knowing exactly for what she was asking. Did she want Fin to continue kissing and squeezing or did she want to feel him moving inside her? Fin demanded a slight position change. She was now stretching her upper body and kneeling directly on her lower thighs, her behind was sticking out. Fin held onto her hips and had nearly removed his shaft, before slamming into her bottom with a deep thrust. It took only a few more of the deep strokes before Frieda was convulsing, helpless giving into the orgasm washing over her. Fin reached his climax at the same time. Exhausted Fin separated from Frieda, getting rid of the condom and snuggling close to Frieda, who was already sleepy. After a short nap he was awake and horny again. He couldn't believe it, and even worse he couldn't leave Frieda alone. Fin threw the duvet off, slapped on a new condom and woke Frieda by licking and kissing her in intimate places. Frieda thought for a moment she was still dreaming, but it was true, Fin was hard at work between her legs. Instead of being upset about Fin's behavior, she made encouraging noises and nudged Fin in the right direction, where she wanted to be kissed and licked. When she reached her second climax, she invited Fin to join her. With one quick thrust, he was entering her; Frieda closed her legs around Fin's hips to take him deeper, making the experience much more sensual. She screamed with the intensity of her passion and didn't care, if the whole neighborhood heard her or not. Her climax was ebbing, when Fin reached his. Frieda felt languid and as if her body didn't contain any bone. She kissed Fin quickly on the mouth, smiled at him and closed her eyes. Gently Fin pried himself loose, watching his future wife sleeping for a while, before he took a shower and started a new batch of truffles.
©2011
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