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Hello Friends

  This was originally going to be a Valentines image of Andy and Will, you know balloons and things, but it got out of hand and became something more.

 It does not have much of a story attached to it, but the dialogue I have written is fun and that will appear when it is posted to the blog.

 I give it to you and let your imaginations fill in the blanks.

As ever and always a Million thanks for your support

XXX

Andy

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Andrew Sykes

I have this sudden and overwhelming desire to buy a motorcycle... just wow (no surprise mind you)

Lee

. . . and I have an overwhelming desire to wax mine. It will never make it through the remaining snow, but we must be ready for the first ride of the year. First Andy must be saying "I don't do flip-flops", turn and invite him to take the back seat of his, or his Aunt Jane's. He could borrow Lady Jane's leathers? P.S. That is NOT a motorcycle, even on your side of the pond. At least it isn't electric.

Ericka

Is Andy developing breasts? If so, they give her figure a great look.

Aidan

Isn't that gorgeously devine to be let down by the heeled boots not suitable for the vehicle. I bet Aunty Jane can loan Andy a flat pair but must insist on changing back when he and Will are not on the vehicle. Of course Andy and Jane were expecting WIll on a nice Harley hence those leathers wich really suit Andy. Cute.

Robyn Stephens

As a motorcyclist myself for many years I feel the need to comment. That is what is called a 'stepthrough' bike. See that platform, made for the Audrey Hepburn types biking about Rome in heels and a dress on way to a Cafe or to met a Gregory Peck type, a perfect bike for that. Now we have Andy a bit out of place on that type of transport. Maybe expected a Harley.

Skinnie S

Fabulous image. Love it. xxx Although I hardly think Will's dressed for an English day in mid-February. Below is a little starting snippet from 'Biker chic, Biker Chick' that I've sent to Andy: Jane always found it quite fun staying for a few days at her townhouse. It was easier getting to the shops, her hairdresser and naturally the clubs in the evening. It was also convenient if Andy wanted to drop by after work. It made things much more informal than when she was ensconced at Fullerton Hall. Fullerton Hall did tend to dominate the village. And a place in town made it much easier for friends to come round for a chat. Everything had a time and a place, as Jane well knew. At the sound of the whirring engine turning into the quiet cul-de-sac, she peeked out through the kitchen’s Venetian blind while her Gaggia hissed and spluttered. “Andrew,” she called, “he’s here. Are you ready?”