5.
“Well? Tell me, Wraggie. How did the photo session go?”
“Piece of cake! It’s finished. Wonderful pics. Briggs is seeing the photographer, Mr. @bindhertocross , out now.”
“I’d thought the photographer wasn’t able to come until tomorrow evening due to having to fly in some of his equipment from The States?”
“Oh, I managed to convince him that the need was urgent and the session simply had to be done right away. He agreed to that, but it cost us a free admission to our event on top of his usual fee. He decided that he could manage well enough without his stuff from over there.”
“I must say … these Yanks certainly have strange names. Did you know what the T.H. in front of Mr Tree’s surname stands for?”
“Yes, I do. But we Brits have always regarded Yanks as a rather strange lot … certainly far worse than the Aussies or Canadians.”
“Yes, indeed. Tell me, how did our Barbara behave? Was she good about posing for Mr Bindhertocross? I hope she behaved herself. We do want the Bank Directors to be pleased with the results. One never knows, does one? It’s not inconceivable that we may need to seek an extension of the due date of our loan.”
“You’ll be pleased to hear that Barb was, in fact, on extraordinarily good behavior.”
“Well, will wonders ever cease! To what strange alignment of the moon and stars do we owe that?”
“Well, @Eulalia had a lot to do with it. I believe that a bit of that Scottish girl has begun to rub off on our Barb. Three glasses of our best Riesling likely made a difference as well!”
“Goodness, Mr Binderhertocross was probably fortunate to escape alive!”
“Oh, and credit @Darkprincess69 too! She was very helpful with wardrobe, shoes, and showing Barb how to pose properly.”
“May I see the results?”
“Of course, I had them printed on the printer in my study. Briggs! Would you go fetch those photos for Lady Wragg, please?”
“I have them right here, m’Lord.”
“What? You kept a set for yourself, Briggs?”
“Well, m’Lady … I … uh …”
“Never mind, Briggs. We understand. Just hand them over, please?
“Yes, m’Lady.”
“Now you’ll note, my dear, that there are three poses, precisely as requested by the Bank Directors … one of our Barb fully dressed, one wearing something sexy, one … uh … totally nude.”
“Mmmm … well … yes … what can I say … those photos should definitely give the old farts at the Bank their jollies … if not a heart attack!”
“Quite.”
TBC
“Well? Tell me, Wraggie. How did the photo session go?”
“Piece of cake! It’s finished. Wonderful pics. Briggs is seeing the photographer, Mr. @bindhertocross , out now.”
“I’d thought the photographer wasn’t able to come until tomorrow evening due to having to fly in some of his equipment from The States?”
“Oh, I managed to convince him that the need was urgent and the session simply had to be done right away. He agreed to that, but it cost us a free admission to our event on top of his usual fee. He decided that he could manage well enough without his stuff from over there.”
“I must say … these Yanks certainly have strange names. Did you know what the T.H. in front of Mr Tree’s surname stands for?”
“Yes, I do. But we Brits have always regarded Yanks as a rather strange lot … certainly far worse than the Aussies or Canadians.”
“Yes, indeed. Tell me, how did our Barbara behave? Was she good about posing for Mr Bindhertocross? I hope she behaved herself. We do want the Bank Directors to be pleased with the results. One never knows, does one? It’s not inconceivable that we may need to seek an extension of the due date of our loan.”
“You’ll be pleased to hear that Barb was, in fact, on extraordinarily good behavior.”
“Well, will wonders ever cease! To what strange alignment of the moon and stars do we owe that?”
“Well, @Eulalia had a lot to do with it. I believe that a bit of that Scottish girl has begun to rub off on our Barb. Three glasses of our best Riesling likely made a difference as well!”
“Goodness, Mr Binderhertocross was probably fortunate to escape alive!”
“Oh, and credit @Darkprincess69 too! She was very helpful with wardrobe, shoes, and showing Barb how to pose properly.”
“May I see the results?”
“Of course, I had them printed on the printer in my study. Briggs! Would you go fetch those photos for Lady Wragg, please?”
“I have them right here, m’Lord.”
“What? You kept a set for yourself, Briggs?”
“Well, m’Lady … I … uh …”
“Never mind, Briggs. We understand. Just hand them over, please?
“Yes, m’Lady.”
“Now you’ll note, my dear, that there are three poses, precisely as requested by the Bank Directors … one of our Barb fully dressed, one wearing something sexy, one … uh … totally nude.”
“Mmmm … well … yes … what can I say … those photos should definitely give the old farts at the Bank their jollies … if not a heart attack!”
“Quite.”
TBC
Barbaria understands, and is always keen to take one for the Abbey (or 10 or 20 or.....).