RacingRodent
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Dammit, my dream to find that hallowed part of England made entirely of candy-floss and sculptured sugar has taken another blow
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Jeeves And The Rummy Affair At Cruxton
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Dammit, my dream to find that hallowed part of England made entirely of candy-floss and sculptured sugar has taken another blow
Quiet Paul
Tribune
Give Bognor Regis a try, RR. Most of it is ghastly but there's plenty of candy floss etc. Oh, and the occasional Spitfire, and on some days a Mustang.Dammit, my dream to find that hallowed part of England made entirely of candy-floss and sculptured sugar has taken another blow
Quiet Paul
Tribune
Add some wings and you might be close
I thought on the backside
Quiet Paul
Tribune
All a matter of personal taste, surely
RacingRodent
Consul
Not to add to the pressure on poor old Bertie (though I am sure the girls will need a really large greasy fry up to help them race...what 
)
It seems the last of the Hurris from the Battle of Britain is up for sale
Daily Mail Article
So if anyone has two and half millions quid lying spare?
) It seems the last of the Hurris from the Battle of Britain is up for sale
Daily Mail Article
So if anyone has two and half millions quid lying spare?
perhaps in another race tomorrow? in spainShould have listened to old Jeeves about that jacket after all...I don't fancy your chances in the race...
cxslave
Chain Slave
For women much, much faster than me I'm afraid! But I will be racing cross in Massachusetts...
success, and if possible do it better than last saterday in the Trek CXC Cup - Waterloo, WIFor women much, much faster than me I'm afraid! But I will be racing cross in Massachusetts...
RacingRodent
Consul
For women much, much faster than me I'm afraid! But I will be racing cross in Massachusetts...
Best of luck and more power to your knees
cxslave
Chain Slave
success, and if possible do it better than last saterday in the Trek CXC Cup - Waterloo, WI
shhh...if we don't talk about how rubbish I was know one will know...
I'm feeling a bit better after a week of recover so we'll see how it goes!
I have fantasies about cx's knees (and thighs) now,
just imagine how she'd dance on a cross!
She'd make the rest of us look so feeble
(well I expect pk would put up a good show too)
We had the odd elderly aircraft over the Forest last week,
I think there was some Anglo-American do at Arbigland
down on the Solway coast, where John Paul Jones
('Father' of the US Navy) was born.
just imagine how she'd dance on a cross!
She'd make the rest of us look so feeble
(well I expect pk would put up a good show too)
We had the odd elderly aircraft over the Forest last week,
I think there was some Anglo-American do at Arbigland
down on the Solway coast, where John Paul Jones
('Father' of the US Navy) was born.
seen those dutch girls in Spain?
Admi refers to the boot of the yellow Mustang... look closely and there is a wing there...
I have fantasies about cx's knees (and thighs). I can picture her crushing my skull with them while I lick her pussy...
Tree
-Ulrika...shut up, Ulrika, you thought the same thing... don't lie...
RacingRodent
Consul
I can picture her crushing my skull with them while I lick her pussy...
Tree
...shut up, Ulrika, you thought the same thing... don't lie...
Ulrika fantasises about your skull getting crushed? Don't you worry
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No, no, no!!!! Ulrika wants to lick Blaire's pussy...Ulrika fantasises about your skull getting crushed? Don't you worry
T
Chapter 4
The room may not have had a window, but it had a skylight, far too high to reach, so offering no opportunity to escape. I woke from a troubled slumber to the sound of rain pelting down upon the skylight.
Rain. Great. As if cylocross itself wasn’t bad enough, now we had cyclocross in the rain.
At that moment there came a familiar but gentle knock on the door. I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Er, come in!” I called.
The door opened, and in came Jeeves, bearing a steaming cup of tea.
“Good morning, sir. I thought you might appreciate some tea.”
“Jeeves! What are you doing here?”
“I caught the overnight train, sir. My dentist was kind enough to see me yesterday afternoon, and Mr Parkington obliged me by allowing me to prepare your early morning beverage for you.”
“But….but…..”
“Sir?”
“But….what about Bull and Gunner?”
“They are asleep, sir. They are not early risers. I understand from Mr Parkington that you have entered a cyclocross competition against Miss Twistleton, sir.”
“And the whole bally lot of them, Jeeves. Have you seen how fit they are? Apparently they only eat rice and egg white for breakfast. I don’t stand a chance. Mr Tree mentioned that he’d show me another kind of cross.”
“Indeed so, sir. We know that he has a fondness for crosses.”
“And nails, Jeeves. I hear that he produces the sharpest nails in Missouri.”
“So I have been reliably informed, sir.”
“And if by some miracle I was to win the race he’d crucify the girls.”
“Indeed so, although I fear that contingency is a remote one, sir. If they can’t beat you then he might as well crucify them, for all the good they’d be to him.”
“Thanks for those reassuring words, Jeeves.”
“My pleasure, sir.”
There was an awkward silence, while I sipped tea.
“Jeeves?”
“Sir?”
“Please tell me that you have a bullet-proof scheme up your sleeve?”
“I think that the conundrum might have a solution, sir, although….”
“Although what, Jeeves?”
“Although I fear that you are going to have to race with the ladies around the cyclocross track.”
I groaned. “Well, in that case, Jeeves, do please see if you can rustle up some decent bacon and eggs in this place. The condemned man needs a hearty breakfast, and I don’t mean rice and egg white!”
“Very good, sir.”
The room may not have had a window, but it had a skylight, far too high to reach, so offering no opportunity to escape. I woke from a troubled slumber to the sound of rain pelting down upon the skylight.
Rain. Great. As if cylocross itself wasn’t bad enough, now we had cyclocross in the rain.
At that moment there came a familiar but gentle knock on the door. I couldn’t believe my ears.
“Er, come in!” I called.
The door opened, and in came Jeeves, bearing a steaming cup of tea.
“Good morning, sir. I thought you might appreciate some tea.”
“Jeeves! What are you doing here?”
“I caught the overnight train, sir. My dentist was kind enough to see me yesterday afternoon, and Mr Parkington obliged me by allowing me to prepare your early morning beverage for you.”
“But….but…..”
“Sir?”
“But….what about Bull and Gunner?”
“They are asleep, sir. They are not early risers. I understand from Mr Parkington that you have entered a cyclocross competition against Miss Twistleton, sir.”
“And the whole bally lot of them, Jeeves. Have you seen how fit they are? Apparently they only eat rice and egg white for breakfast. I don’t stand a chance. Mr Tree mentioned that he’d show me another kind of cross.”
“Indeed so, sir. We know that he has a fondness for crosses.”
“And nails, Jeeves. I hear that he produces the sharpest nails in Missouri.”
“So I have been reliably informed, sir.”
“And if by some miracle I was to win the race he’d crucify the girls.”
“Indeed so, although I fear that contingency is a remote one, sir. If they can’t beat you then he might as well crucify them, for all the good they’d be to him.”
“Thanks for those reassuring words, Jeeves.”
“My pleasure, sir.”
There was an awkward silence, while I sipped tea.
“Jeeves?”
“Sir?”
“Please tell me that you have a bullet-proof scheme up your sleeve?”
“I think that the conundrum might have a solution, sir, although….”
“Although what, Jeeves?”
“Although I fear that you are going to have to race with the ladies around the cyclocross track.”
I groaned. “Well, in that case, Jeeves, do please see if you can rustle up some decent bacon and eggs in this place. The condemned man needs a hearty breakfast, and I don’t mean rice and egg white!”
“Very good, sir.”
Jeeves was a good as his word, and returned with a plate full of bacon and eggs that was nearly as good as he’d produce at home. I had to eat it with the plate on my lap, but some degree of privation was inevitable under the circumstances, and it was very welcome.
Jeeves then proceeded to explain to me how to operate a racing bike, how to change gear, how to get on and off the thing quickly.
“Do please try and keep up with the pack, sir. I hope that they will make an allowance for your inexperience, so that you shouldn’t be left too far behind. Good luck, sir!”
“Thank you, Jeeves.”
Presently Bull and Gunner, not Jeeves, came to take me to the cyclocross track. The weather remained foul. The dogs from the Cruxton Hunt howled in their kennels. Sir R and THT were standing with stop watches and Parkington was holding a golfing brolly over them to keep them dry. I was already dripping wet.
All most disagreeable.
The six girls were there already. This time they were at least dressed, all in Lycra with cycle helmets and reflective goggles. I could barely tell one from the other except that they had their surnames emblazoned across their backs in capital letters, underneath the TEAM CA logo.
I didn’t have any lycra, or any goggles. I buttoned up my jacket against the wind. I snuggled into the line between TWISTLETON and LITTLE.
Tree had a starting gun, which he raised in the air.
Jeeves then proceeded to explain to me how to operate a racing bike, how to change gear, how to get on and off the thing quickly.
“Do please try and keep up with the pack, sir. I hope that they will make an allowance for your inexperience, so that you shouldn’t be left too far behind. Good luck, sir!”
“Thank you, Jeeves.”
Presently Bull and Gunner, not Jeeves, came to take me to the cyclocross track. The weather remained foul. The dogs from the Cruxton Hunt howled in their kennels. Sir R and THT were standing with stop watches and Parkington was holding a golfing brolly over them to keep them dry. I was already dripping wet.
All most disagreeable.
The six girls were there already. This time they were at least dressed, all in Lycra with cycle helmets and reflective goggles. I could barely tell one from the other except that they had their surnames emblazoned across their backs in capital letters, underneath the TEAM CA logo.
I didn’t have any lycra, or any goggles. I buttoned up my jacket against the wind. I snuggled into the line between TWISTLETON and LITTLE.
Tree had a starting gun, which he raised in the air.
I have fantasies about cx's knees (and thighs) now,
just imagine how she'd dance on a cross!
She'd make the rest of us look so feeble
(well I expect pk would put up a good show too)
We had the odd elderly aircraft over the Forest last week,
I think there was some Anglo-American do at Arbigland
down on the Solway coast, where John Paul Jones
('Father' of the US Navy) was born.
John Paul Jones was the bassist and keyboardist for the best Rock and Roll band that existed: LED ZEPPELIN
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