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Well
My Dears, that nice Mr. Reid is once again allowing me to bring you up-to-date
with all the gossip and happenings around the Palais Royale.
Your
Damness couldn’t be more pleased!
It’s
been a busy summer here on the outskirts of town. Some travel, some gay
parties, new friends, old friends and the excitement of things to come.
That
Darling Roger- my Head Poolboy, along with his hubbie Xavier, keep things
hopping. There’s always a party when a “fay” is around. That’s why I love them
both to biddy-bits. For instance, next week, there’s a “Pink Pool Party”. My
Dears the boys are working on turning the pool into a huge pink ocean. Lots of
friends have been invited- along with their chequebooks and cash. They hope to
raise some much needed money all in the cause of Breast Cancer. My Dear friend
Hedda Lettuce has had that scare and believe me it trips you up and you fall
flatly on your boney ass. In Hedda’s case the news is positive and she’s been
Cancer free for several years.
What
luck!
The
Guys also plan a shindig around prostate cancer too. Heaven only knows what
exciting things they have planned for that extravaganza! As I said, I worship
the Speedos my boys wear and let me tell you in the summertime at the Palais-
that’s pretty much the entire wardrobe.
Oh
My Dears it makes me all tingly when I think of it.
I
am so blessed- and Roger and Xavier are too! (Tee Hee)
I
mean that.
I
really do.
Hedda,
along with her best friend and personal Secretariat- Sofonda Cox, along with
yours truly plan to make our annual pilgrimage around the province. Yes, the old
RV will be topped up, spiffed up and stocked up for our yearly tour. We hope to
spend an afternoon with that sprightly, denim-shorts clad of a farmboy Randy
too. We discovered Randy and his talents on a trip we took a few summers ago.
We keep in touch and Rand- as I affectionately call him usually makes it down
to the Palais once or twice a year as well- when he’s not fawning over a cow or
a piglet!
Rand
always whips up a big corn roast and Bar-B-Que and invites some locals along.
We laugh and eat and laugh some more until our sides ache. Randy
usually gets up and does a hoochee-koochee dance around the fire- to wild
applause, wearing nothing more than an oak leaf and the birthday suit he was
born into. Albeit, after a few beers and much encouragement from some of the
other swarthy farm lads who eventually join in the frivolities.
My,
to see the colour of the flames dance off his tawny, tanned buttocks brings
tears to this gal’s eyes.
I
mean that my Dears.
I
really do!
It
takes a day and a half to get Sofonda settled down. She’s not so used to seeing
“lug-nuts” such as Randy’s openly displayed by the light of the fire- or the
Silv’ry Moon. Why she giggles the night away in the RV and Hedda and I get
little rest. Never mind Dears, it is all part of the fun of a road trip- isn’t
it now?
As
a matter of fact Daisy my downstairs maid- I don’t know what I’d do without the
sweet young thing, has just come into the West Parlour to tell me Hedda and
Sofonda are waiting for me out near the pool. This afternoon we’re planning the
route for this year’s RV excursion.
What
fun!
I
mean that My Dears!
I
really, really do.
Enjoy
your days and…
Tah
for now!
