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Leaving him stranded doing whatever – polishing the silverware, checking the crystallization on the sorbets – in the kitchen or the living area, with Mack hanging out there too. For no apparent reason, really. Not that Mack seems to mind. It’s just that Caspar has work to do, that’s all. (And secret cupcakes to keep hidden, for that matter. If he’s going to make a big thing out of Mack’s present, he needs it to be super duper incognito, that’s for sure.) Anyhow he keeps making his excuses, keeps getting the hell out of Dodge and getting the work done elsewhere. It’s just annoying, that’s all, the way that the staff that should really be under his thumb and doing his bidding, seem, somehow, some way, to be in league with Mack. Crazy, right?

He doesn’t mind flirty Mack. (God knows that he ought to be used to flirty Mack, at this stage in the game.) It’s just that, he has his present in mind, and he wants things in order, and… He wants it to be significant, he wants it to mean something. And to that end, he wants the space and privacy – and access to a staff that don’t go haring off in the opposite direction, every time that a hot well-fancied TV star winks at them and corners him on the edge of the kitchen – to get the job done, and make sure that everything runs smoothly, runs perfectly. Eventually, the last time that Mack corners him, catches him putting the bunting up on the huge and ornate balcony, he corners Mack right back. Let him see just how he likes it!

Well, actually he does seem to like it pretty well, to be perfectly honest. And Caspar is forced to laugh. He gets Mack up in the corner of the balcony with bunting wrapped around his midriff, and Mack only smiles and leans in, leans down, as Caspar tries for the most severe look he can manage on his face. (It might possibly not be as severe as he could wish it, or as would be effective, against the cheeky, charming, sweetheart likes of Mack, at least.)

But Caspar mentally reminds himself that he needs to be very, very severe, and he wipes the smile off his own face – the answering smile, that he can’t quite prevent the beginnings of. And he prods Mack right in the chest, where he’s actually built like something between a truck and the smooth invulnerability of a turtle’s shell. (And Caspar tries not to shiver at that. It’s no good giving Mack yet more evidence about just how irresistible he is, and just how susceptible Caspar is to that gorgeousness. Although he thinks that Mack has a pretty good idea already, judging by that pleased smug look on his face.)

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Still, even though Caspar doesn’t know anything about it, and Mack certainly doesn’t know anything about it – still. Still, Mack’s eyes meet his, as Caspar wriggles past. Still, Mack’s hand comes up and grabs a quick hold of Caspar’s chin, so that their eyes have to meet, as Caspar edges past, fast. Still, there is that moment, still and feeling as if it could last forever, even though it is only a moment – where they’re staring at each other, and Caspar feels that ache and yearn in his loins…

‘Hey, hey, none of that,’ Sandy chirps at the pair of them. ‘Work to do! Come on, boss!’

She’s right. He may want to smack her, right now. But that doesn’t alter the fact that she’s right. He gets his ass out of there, and gets on with the work for the party, because it has to be done, still. And Mack is there throughout the day, and Caspar would really, at points, love to ask him, what the hell? And, why? Because surely he has other things to do. And more urgent and pressing matters to constrain his attention. But somehow it seems like he has enough free time to be around the place a lot more than you’d think possible, given his shooting schedule. Three times, four, he manages to be on the premises. (And why? For no particular reason, it seems like, to Caspar.) Four times, before the countdown gets serious, he manages to stumble into Caspar, to start up silly flirty chat, to startle him by joining in a conversation about cheesecake or football or pigeon-keeping, when Caspar hadn’t even realised that he was in the room.

And the rest of them – Caspar’ own guys, Sandy and Sophia and Millie and Horace – and the agency and short term guys, and the contractors into the bargain, they seem to be – it seems like they’re in on it, somehow. In some weird way that Caspar can’t precisely define, not without sounding in his own ears like he’s having some weird paranoid – or reverse of paranoid, since it’s delusions of people being out to, like, assist and benefit him – delusions – he feels like, every time that Mack pops his head up above the parapet, then everyone around him and Caspar seems to suddenly find urgent reasons why they can’t be in the same room. Why they have urgent tasks to complete elsewhere, why they need to be in another state or room, at least.

Bottom line, he’s there, Mack pops up, everyone else disappears. They all suddenly turn into meerkats – one points its twitchy, quivery nose at a point in the far distance, and suddenly the whole bunch of ’em are just moving their twitchy meerkat asses out of there, all headed for the same fascinating point.

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Cupcake Kissin’ 75 – Alex Ankarr free online gay romance serial

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There’s eyes on them right now, though. Mack has just put his hand out – and he’s not quite touching the silly, swirling curls of Caspar’s hair, but it’s a pretty close-run thing, he could have been, totally could have been in another split-second – but he arrests it, hanging in mid-air. Arrests it, because it’s Sandy in the doorway, standing leaning against the jamb with her arms folded. And she’s grinning at the pair of them, like the little monkey that she so totally is.

‘Ooh, Caspar love, I hate to interrupt,’ she says, with some highly exaggerated sincerity. Caspar gives her the evil eye, and it only makes her laugh. While Mack is leaning on the worktops, arms pinning Caspar right where he is in the corner, and looking around at her with an expression that Caspar can’t see from this angle.

It only seems to make her laugh more, but that’s Sandy for you. ‘I can’t let you have him,’ is what she says, with a cheeky quirk of the eyebrows right at Mack. ‘Or not yet, anyway. We need him for the picture-hanging. Go on, let him go! Come on, Caspar. We’re not here for our own amusement, you know.’

The cheeky little cat, is what Caspar thinks. Who does she imagine is in charge here, anyway? Although she’s right enough. And it’s both a disappointment and a relief, to put his hand on Mack’s arm, and meet his eyes. He doesn’t need to say anything. Mack looks at him eloquently, and sighs. Then lifts his other arm up, so that Caspar can slip past him. But he doesn’t at all move away any further than that, he doesn’t actually get out of the way. So that Caspar has to engage in full-body contact, to get out from under and through to join Sandy. And that brings back a whole host of sense-memory associations flooding back. That weed-fuelled afternoon they spent here chief amongst them, unsurprisingly. (He has indeed replayed the events of that couple of hours in his own mind, a time or two. Or three, or five hundred.) Out from under, just like he’d literally had to get out from under Mack then, laid and pinned on the bed and the both of them gigglingly high, inhibitions discarded.

But they’re pretending between themselves, at least, for now, that that afternoon never happened, or that both their memories, the brain-pans have been wiped. Of that, just as with Mack’s interview. Interview, what interview? They don’t know nothing about it, the pair of them.

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Zumba for the Soul, week 8

Picking up speed on this project now!  And the Zumba ideas for this week, from Ms Grout’s ‘Art And Soul, Reloaded‘, are:-

a) make a sock monkey or some such soft toy

ehhhh.  Sewing etc. are not my strong point!  Still, at least I don’t have to knit the sock…  I doubt I can come up with anything as malevolently genius as this little dude by Gus and Ollie on Flickr, though.  The mis-matched eyes make him look like Sir Patrick Moore on The Sky At Night.

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b) buy a sub-£5 pressie, wrap it ‘creatively’, give it to somebody.

This one is probably easier.  I’m always picking up things for presents in the future.  (And forgetting about them, coming across them five years later.  I may take inspiration from the kitty below, by Kitty Baby Love also on Flickr.

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c) draw your Year 1 classroom.

How the heck do I remember that?  Well, I remember the teacher reading Kipling’s ‘Rikki-Tikki-Tavi’.  So maybe something based around that.  (What the heck does a mongoose look like?  Is the plural of mongoose mongeese?)

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Cupcake Kissin’ 74 – Alex Ankarr free online gay romance serial

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Caspar has to laugh at that, because, yeah, he knows! He ought to, considering the reason he’s here today. He pushes his hand through his hair, conscious that it’s freshly washed and not exactly groomed, that he’s been too busy to product it and try to restrain it into good order. It’s a little curly and ridiculous if he doesn’t keep it under control. Makes him look younger than he is, ingenuous and innocent and silly. He’s aware of that, a little too much, and aware too of the thing they haven’t been talking about, not for days, a week or more. Of that interview, and all the things that Mack had to say in it. Did you mean it, Caspar would love to ask. Did you mean it, specifically about me? Did I misunderstand it, did everyone else? He can’t really see, honestly, how he could have misunderstood it. But if you don’t ask, then you don’t know, or not for sure.

Still, there’s a question to be asked, and he shakes off his dumb-ass self-consciousness. ‘Did you think I didn’t know?’ he asks, arch, leaning back against the counter so that it digs a little into his spine, putting his head back to look at Mack down his nose. It probably looks insanely flirtatious. But what choice does he have, with Mack up so close? He’s close enough that Caspar can smell his aftershave. Almost close enough that Caspar can feel his body-heat. Close enough that Caspar is starting to wonder if he’s about to be kissed.

But Mack doesn’t kiss him. He’s very still, just watching. And still smiling. ‘Yeah, I just wanted to make sure,’ he says. ‘You bought me a present?’

Caspar laughs at that, although he has to swallow too. ‘You’ll have to wait and see, right?’ he says. Because he’s not giving the game away, not ahead of time. (He has those cakes ready in his special chilled cases. They’re coming out at the right time, not a moment before.)

If it was actually possible for him to get closer, without actual bodily contact – well, Mack seems to manage it somehow. He looms in anyhow, and Caspar thinks with a giddy, panicked swoop of a frisson in his chest, his throat, that he is about to get kissed, and maybe this is the time for it after all, not some scheduled moment with cakes brought out and eyes upon them and –

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What Caspar doesn’t expect is Mack there, when he herds the contractors in at seven in the morning. And still there at five, when the real serious run-down, count-down, begins. But that’s to get ahead, because nothing is the way it’s been lately. First thing in, and the place seems quiet enough, deserted indeed. He cracks the whip, claps his hands and sets the private contractors on with setting out seating and storage, asks Sandy and her crew to prep everything of the food that can be prepped at this hour. And he follows her into the kitchen, and it’s way too late in the morning to find Mack there, because he should be shooting, onset by now. Or giving interviews, or out on the road glad-handing, or… something.

They stand and smile at each other. ‘Good morning,’ Caspar says.

‘Hey there,’ Mack offers. His smile is a little hesitant.

But when Caspar feels his smile brighten a little, without his permission, and says, ‘Wasn’t expecting you here,’ then Mack’s smile picks up brightness too, turns a touch pleased, maybe a little bit smug. (Mack’s smile is often a little bit smug, pleased with himself, and why shouldn’t he be?)

He’s moving over faster now, where Caspar has unwisely positioned himself in the corner, of the workstations, cornered indeed. And Mack speaks quickly behind himself, to where Sandy and Millie are womanning the dicers and choppers. ‘Girls, would you mind…?’ he asks, and leaves the rest of it to their imagination, like it’s just too damn obvious to need finishing, to need more detail.

And they seem to understand anyhow, because they’re moving their asses out of the shiny, gleaming, chrome-coated, super-equipped space-age kitchen, smirking and smiling cheekily at Mack and him both. They’re chatterers, the pair of them, and if he lets them go off and gossip, then everyone will… ‘Hey there,’ he says sharply. ‘Where do you think you’re going? Mack, really, it’s outrageous, ridiculous for you to come here and interfere with…’

But Caspar’s voice dies away here, and the girls are gone, their voices high and sweet as birds as they head out into the greater living area, seek out Sophia and Horace who are busy hanging the drapes, for orders, for someone to pass the exciting news on to. They’re not taking any notice of Caspar, even as their employer, the guy who’s hired their lazy asses. The note of authority in Mack’s voice is too clear – authoritative, yes, and urgent. Maybe a little bit of a plea, with a promise of tips and remembrances if they skedaddle, git gone.

Caspar’s voice, it fails him, because Mack has him backed properly, into that corner. (He could get out, with a determined, cheerful, oblivious brush past, maybe with a little bit of a jokey shove. The breath is catching in his throat, and he doesn’t really have it in him to get any of that done, here and now.) Mack’s face is smiling and gentle, not predatory. That’s what stops Caspar in his tracks, right there.

‘It’s my birthday, Caspar,’ he says, like it’s a surprising thing, like he must be the only person here aware of it, and needs to point it out in order to be congratulated.

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Me and Pam, Week 8

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Moving right along!  A week a day, it’s like one of those stop-motion nature vids with a plant growing before your eyes!

Anyhow: this week’s chapter is called Summoning the Muses.  It’s about showing up, being faithful to your creative practice, like Woody Allen advised.  And the main task for the week, is to ‘invent a creativity ritual’, to get you in the right state of mind for your project, for creative endeavour.

Well.  Thinking about it, I guess I already have one.  Because every day, I get up, and I watch a little Frasier (because Frasier is of the immortals, never gets old, is never not funny.)  Then I put the kettle on, I make a cuppa, I eat biscuits.

I watch an inspirational video: a Ted Talk, or Joel Osteen, or Steve Pavlina.  (Love Steve Pavlina!)

And I write.  It seems to work.  I’m grateful to the writers and speakers who put me in the right frame of mind, who act as my trainers and call up the Muse for me, a long-distance connection.

So that’s my ritual.  Tea, biscuits, and a little positive thinking.  Pour a second cup, put a bourbon cream on the saucer, invite the Muse.

 

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What I’ve been reviewing – Danny the Champion of the World, by Roald Dahl

 

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Danny the Champion of the WorldDanny the Champion of the World by Roald Dahl

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I loved Charlie and the Chocolate Factory as a kid (the squirrels! the Oompa-Loompas!). But this is the Roald Dahl book that has stayed with me, and a lot of other people I’ve met along the way. Like any really outstanding kids’ book it has a lot to say to, and about, adults.

Danny has a warm and loving relationship with his Dad: it’s a touchstone that gives him a measure for sane and healthy adult behaviour. It enables him to see the reverse, too: when an adult is nothing but a tall child, using a position of power and control to get off on exerting that power. He sees clearly, cannot be gaslit: he has the insight to know there are not two standards of ethical behaviour between children and adults, or indeed between any two groups of people. If an adult lies to his face, then calls him a simply awful little liar, he is not confused and not convinced.

Projection, much? There’s a lot of it about, of course: the corrupt impugn the honesty of others, the self-important want to take others ‘down a peg or two’. It’s a misdirection that works with the sheep, the weak and the stupid, often enough. But you can’t piss on Danny’s shoes and tell him it’s raining: he knows what ethical behaviour in good faith looks like, and what it don’t, bud.

Love gives him wisdom, and strength: but of course even the kindest most loving adult is a well of secrets, and Danny finds out his Dad is a more complex character than he dreamed… Isn’t everyone? That’s part of growing up, too.

Absolutely darling illustrations in the old Puffin edition by Jill Bennet, rather less enchanted by Quentin Blake.

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What I’ve been reviewin’ – Wilkins’ Tooth by Diana Wynne Jones

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My rating: 5 of 5 stars

A charmingly daft, deft, graceful early work. The workaround for swearing is hilarious! And beware, the Big Bad is actually quite scary. A darling of a read, and ought to be as celebrated as many of her other great works.

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