Am I sprayed and sprinkled by her madness? She just kept staring at me. Those dark black deep eyes. Hypnotic. Bella immediately drew you to her with her gaze. After my ice cream was finished as apperative”  the “main course” was being served. That was a sandwich with herring and onions and a small amount of pickles. Just a little, really. Otherwise the sour will be predominant. The taste of the herring should not be sufficiently influenced by the pickles. Only then can you taste it… Vlaggetjes Dag in Scheveningen was an amazing event for enthusiasts. Huge crowds of people come from everywhere across the countries and spread out over the boulevard. But also in the passage and along the hotels and even in the shopping centers. The beach clubs and other restaurants had specially reserved a spot on their menu in advance. Would you like to taste the “Hollandse Nieuwe” here? This is where it is catched. Fresh catch. My “fish fetish” was fortunately shared by Bella. She is a fishophiliac

In the distance of the horizon line the last sailboats passed by. The Volvo Ocean Race was a great event to experience. For participant visitors and certainly also for the crew of the beach clubs where the participants came to relax or to eat and drink. The beach club i working for was expanded for a few days. The terrace became an area with drinks carts, food stalls and buffets. And snacks and treats were brought out from the kitchen. The hustle and bustle you were used to was multiplied. It was busy not only on the terrace but also inside the club itself. Because that’s where the bar is. That attracts a lot of people. And yet it was well organized. The logistics behind it are well prepared and know how to manage the event in the right direction. After a briefing from the chef and the assistant, it was a real happening. The evening started with a DJ. The whole area was a party. It was fucking amazing. One unified sensation happening. All in peace and love. The happy faces the dancing guests who invite you to dance as well. It was a mega event. You go through so much.

Bella noticed that I wasn’t wearing a hat to protect against the sun. Sunstroke is just around the corner. Drinking enough water and cooling down occasionally is the remedy. You have to otherwise you’ll get “sss” better known as solar stress syndrome. And that means that you can get sunstroke during activity and you can lose your bearings. A havoc of emotions can come true then. Some take a moment to shed a tear, others cry out. Or you can have a delicious drink afterwards.

As avid beach lovers, Bella and me are somewhat resistant to that. You are trained in real time to deal with pressure and stress under extreme temperatures. It’s scorching hot! But because you’re so busy you don’t even pay attention to it anymore. Bella said that eventually you will also be able to withstand extreme cold. Is also an extreme. The best method for this is very simple.water water and more water. Bella’s shift was over and we walked to the bottom of the pier. This time of year it is a gathering point for tourists, expats and especially many crew members from the surrounding beachclubs and restaurants. We plopped down on a sand hill. Bella stuck her feet out in front of her and wiggled her big, long toes. She once told me she thought she was the only one with feet this shape. Long slender toes. Pointed feet with extra depth in the soles of the feet. But later she found out that it is a characteristic of Italian women…Personally I thought more of a gene. But left it in the middle…My eye fell on her toe ring.

She saw me looking at it and took an elastic band from her bag and put it around my toe. “You should wear this you will like it,” she explained. ‘Then your phalanges ‘swell’ forward instead of against each other.’ This keeps your toes “long” and flexible. And you don’t get bunions. These are things that come from a woman’s mind. These things a man does not know. I asked for more rubber bands… “Don’t put it  around your cock huh, Danny,” she said ironically. Haha, I won’t beat around the bush, I said back with sarcasm. That wasn’t a trick question, Bella answered back. She was curious about my date in Antwerp with the ‘transformer’ as she called Helène. Bella has a rather traditionally conservative view of genders. There are a lot of things I don’t agree with her about, but I can talk to her about these topics. According to Bella, Hélène is gay if she has sex with men, even though she is now a woman. Originally, she is just a man. Bella didn’t really like sex change. According to her you are man or woman. You can’t suddenly decide one day or another to change gender.

I had other thoughts about it. Because what if that has been going on since childhood?, I gave as a reason. Until primary school, a child must be raised as a ‘little tree, little thing’. I certainly agreed with that. A child must be a child. You don’t have to introduce them to other genders and sexual orientations just yet. Not now! A child has to discover that for himself when time comes. I don’t think an adolescent can become acquainted with this until he or she reaches puberty.First it must learn to speak think and then enjoy the things a kid does. Believing in Sinterklaas and Zwarte Piet and growing up as a child. politics and sexual orientation should not be a growing factor for a child. Once a child becomes adolecent then it might be choose for itself.
You’re not going to be able to stop that anyway from that age period. Bella came across LGBT communities on the internet where children aged 12 to 13 already talk to each other about genders and sexuality already, things like bisexuality, genders, queer are popular topics on those communities on internet. Exactly, I interrupted her, that is precisely the age of higher education when an adolescent is gaining more and more of a foothold in society and is already looking to explore his feelings. You don’t learn this at school, but you will be shown the ropes on the internet. Moreover, from the age of 18 it is up to a child to determine what he or she wants or does not want. It is your own fucking life yo

A quite free situation for people who are born here in the Netherlands, This is a free country but what if a refugee comes to this free country. And starts to push his or her visions out of their cultural belief? Bella was quite political about these topics.. Expansionism, that’s a nice word, putting things in your own hands based on your own vision that is completely at odds with the freedom of the society. People keep saying “yes” to everything and people are too easily walked over. Somewhat out of naivity and on the other hand out of fear. And the “dear” Netherlands is now done with that. We live in a free country, don’t forget that! And that must be maintained, according to Bella, regardless of your race, gender or origin. I agree with that. My opinion about it as long as you keep each others in their value respect each other then everything will be fine. and first and foremost, every person on this planet has the right to a life, but adapt as a civilised person. Be a damn example! The refugee problem is a thingy, said Bella. You cant put more if it is full. Moreover many refugees are drugsaddict or wicked in their heads. We must be careful letting in people so easily. A refugee must be told clearly and made clear that you have ended up in a free country. Freedom of religion, freedom of sexuality and freedom of expression. That should be clear to such a person. In this country you have believers and non-believers and that is normal! You are free to believe and not to believe. It is not mandatory! And in addition to heterosexuals, there are also people who have different sexualities. There are gays and lesbians in the Netherlands. And people who are different in terms of genders or feel different. And that is how it is!

There are nude beaches overhere and there are gay bars.But we also have churches and temples. There are people of liberal arts expression. And there are bars here where alcohol is consumed and coffee shops where marijuana is smoked. And yes, it is quite normal to have a glass of wine with your dinner. Or have a drink after work. And yes, occasionally there is nudity on TV or film. Freedom of expression is called what falls under the law of freedom of expression, whether you give feedback on it or not really doesn’t change that fact! This must become clear to someone if you wants to build your life in the this society. It is a civilised society where we respect each other regardless your gender, race, sexual orientation or whatsoever.

The new government will arrange that, Bella said. It has nothing against LGBT or origin or race or gender or anything else. The new government will be there for all Dutch people. It’s going to be just like America, Bella said. No more bullshit or interference with others, just a self-made entrepreneur adapted to Dutch norms and values. Hardworking people who are independent. According to Bella, religious groups will also be monitored. That’s already happening, I interrupted her. You don’t need to know everything right away. But it is already happening. The value and tradition of an organization or company must be maintained.Because things are going wrongly. Wrong people on wrong positions. Brainwashed conditioned people with no destination. Therefore there is a shake up needed

Distribution is essential. Once that is done, you will not get “settlements” or backroom groups where it will clump like a negative tumor. And the urge to expand in total unsocially ways is countered. When there is division, people learn to accept each other sooner than when you have 1 kind of types. For example, as a non-religious pansexual, I would not feel comfortable being in a homophobic community. That’s why I love Scheveningen. This place is known for its international character. And also keep the tradition alive. And origin, race, sexuality are completely irrelevant here. Bella noticed that too. Everything goes in harmony. It’s in balance. “And do you know why that happens?” I added to her words. Because nothing and no one interferes with each other. Whether you are born here or abroad. Everybody knows how to fit in. People follow the status quo. The norm of our society. And that’s the point. Be free and happy and take care of yourself. That is really something that makes you happy. Love each other it is in every ones dna..

Really ambitious people don’t concern themselves with others. Are too busy living up to their own goals. That is why one becomes or is successful and the other remains stuck in the past. Bella adored my solitary life. Started a new life since the beginning of the year. Left the past behind me, including the people. Bad apples will always try to find ways to stick to you, Bella said. Unfortunately and bad luck for these bad apples because the other fruits see it even though I remained cryptographic. Thee fruitbowl has expanded and also other kinds of fruits has entered the system. The time has come not to say yes to everything, but to decide for yourself who and what you allow. And the gates now go through me. You decide who you want to sympathize with and who you don’t. And nowadays that is seen by the all-seeing eye. There may be so many fruits that want to stick to me, but I ultimately decide with whom I want to blossom from the juices.

Bella was curious about my film roles. She had nothing to do with it herself. She didn’t want to be so prominent. The more she thought it would be cool when I did another production. According to Bella, filmmakers, filmmakers and movie stars are all a bit crazy. That’s right, I told her. Although on set we don’t think so. What is strange for a fly is normal to a spider.Actors are very good at simulation and can fool someone who is sensitive to it. An actor can make someone believe something. That’s the fun of it. That’s what matters! That’s our job! Create a suggestion in the audience or make them think. You know that your performance is successful as an actor. In the world of art and showbiz, nothing is too crazy. That’s exactly what the world is for. Open-minded and reckless souls are in the right place here. However, this is not for everyone. Sometimes roles come along where you really have to go far. Or being naked, Bella added.

For doing nude productions I have also become much more gentle about that. Personally, I take almost millions of photos of myself per week with my analog camera. As deep as possible and as raw as possible. From clean to dirty. From sweet to naughty. I showed Bella a piece of self-recorded video where I wanted to introduce the drunken slave. In an ultimate state of delirium where thoughts and feelings are sidelined. Naked. In the shower. Slow Motion and Glitch Effects. Total vulnerability. So vulnerable where the connection between body and mind comes loose as both are open. Bella laughed a bit, but thought it was art of the highest level. It’s amazing how you ignore yourself like that. Creates a state where you can show the human body without civilization and consciousness. Bella’s words flooded me. I could barely respond to the compliments she gave. When it comes to nudity, many people think that you should be reserved for the surprise effect. You find out in the film industry that that is not the case. Especially for productions where nudity is part of the scene….a body is constantly changing. Every moment you see of yourself is immediately past. That is why being naked in real time for a production is a very symbiotic energetic exchange. Your naked body is in a super slow state of change at that moment. If you can convert that into a performance, you will achieve the ultimate.

And that’s why it’s surprising every time someone offers you a role where you have to be naked. Both for yourself and for your audience. Even if someone has seen you naked before, it is still slightly different every time. Because your body is constantly changing. In terms of body confidence, you immediately build a bridge to someone’s psyche. To what extent is your audience sensitive to it? Or does it not bother about sensitivity at all and really understands the essence of the performance?

When she was younger Bella has appeared on the catwalk in Italy. Sometimes days in a row with little sleep. It was very common to use drugs with her then boyfriend Francesco. In showbiz people use things. It sometimes happens that one after another actors or film special I know from productions are admitted to a clinic or are addicted. I was shocked. The things these people used were not a block of hash or a drink. That is just normal in that world. That is the basic. After that you actually have to be very strong. Because some do not stick to the basics but move on to other things. That is the moment where you have to pay close attention. That can ultimately make or break you as an artist .

In overall actors and film specials respect and adore each other but sometimes you get jealous looks and incomprehension from fellow actors or film specials. They don’t understand how someone like me can act so crazy without needing drugs. Then you have to be really good, an actor once told me. That was really a great compliment I received then…

When can you really call someone addicted to drugs?, Bella asked me. I researched this for a documentary i currently am working on and told her that i know a friend of mine from the movies who was in rehab. The rule is as soon as you wake up and immediately grab what makes you addicted, then you are addicted. Coffee and tea and sports are also included. In this sense, this is not an addiction but a habit that you need. A healthy addiction. With drugs and alcohol it has to do with the “breakdown time”. On average, people are stoned for 3 to 4 hours after a joint or drunk for 5 to 6 hours if you drink heavily. In extreme cases, maximum. Not anymore after that. So if you sleep 8 hours out of these 24 hours and work an average of 8 hours, do 2 hours of sports/hobbies, you will be just fine. You even have time left since many people can multitask. You can only call someone addicted if the person is in spends more than half the day in “space”, i.e. more than 12 hours. If that is not the case, then you are simply not addicted. The statement that you necessarily need something does not apply here. You may certainly need something, but it depends for how long. How much time have you set aside for your moment? Does that work well with your planning? Will you get the bridge to sleep in time? Practice makes perfect solutions. Time management is therefore essential.

Once your preparation and planning is done, you can spend the whole day on the beach. “Is obesity an addiction?”, Bella wondered, that would mean that you spend a maximum of 4 hours eating at work and then another 8 hours afterwards to get to the 12 hours. Imagine not working at all. or do nothing all day long. If you just eat all day and do nothing else, then you are addicted. To food, of course. But you still only eat but you don’t do anything else with it. Same with gambling addicts. In my former days as casino employee for catering, I have seen what addiction is. I worked long shifts from morning to evening. The casino reimbursed everything for an hour’s break in between. For a lunch or dinner of your own choosing. Also reimbursed. You were picked up and brought home by the casino taxi. When I received the first guests in the morning as a receptionist, I kept track of who was in and who was going out. Some stayed in a casino from morning to evening…

That’s so strange and scary at the same time. Very fascinating to see such a person absorbed in his or her urges. Just the wrong form of obsession. It is fucking destructive! Therefore It is good to see this so that you can gain courage not to do it this way. The characteristics of addiction affect everyone. All layers of the population. No matter who or what you are. This madness of energy-wasting desire for lust has gotten me thinking over the years. According to Bella, I am a sex addict. But no stress, do not worry because its a healthy addiction. That’s right, I’m quite on during the summer season. But during Christmas it can be also jingle all the way. Somehow I attract more sexually attractive people since I’ve been open about my orientation. It seems as if people are now seeing openings. Possibilities for wanting to be with me. Species recognizes species. I can’t call myself a sex addict. I think more of a sex admirer. As a pansexual, I am an absolute lover of all aspects of love. And sex is certainly part of that. One of the good and healty addictions is sex. It has already more then two yers that i quit smoking and one day I will become a teetotaller. That is someone who does not use drugs (or tobacco) or alcohol Bella was curious about my reasons for this. After I had my blood drawn for a test, I received this advice. Because I was curious when you can qualify for rehab. When does this happen and why? Unfortunately, according to the clinic, I was not eligible. I don’t drink enough wine.

Bella couldn’t stop laughing. Yes, I told you, you are going to want to know what the standard is for knowing what addiction is? What is the guideline for normal alcohol consumption among others. Am I addicted to wine when I’ve done all my things and then curl up under my electric blanket in front of the TV at the end of the evening with my glass of Merlot or Cabernet Sauvignon? The 12 hours are what it’s all about. And in a week an average of 28 hours if i qould drink everyday. But on average I was only drunk for 6 hours at most…per week and mostly at parties or an event. What if I start drinking more for a while, am I still eligible? The doctor really thought I was joking. That didn’t work either because given my turbulent lifestyle and almost daily activities such as film assignments, art projects, paintings, writing stories, sports and also a part-time job, it was almost a miracle that I had time to be drunk. If you only reserve 6 hours on average per week for this purpose, it is better to leave it out. Because how you do it is exactly in excellent balance, I was given advice. You allow yourself to be influenced too much by “sensitive interpretation”. Your feelings and vibe ultimately lead to results. It is perfectly finetuned. It is like i have mastered it according to the advisor. “Exactly!” said Bella, “fuck others”. People who criticize you are always lower than you. People who give you guidance are more useful to you.

Bella talked about routes in European cities where you work on, for example, a farm or a fishery or an amusement park. You then work temporarily for a few days to a week or two and then go to other cities. I actually want that too. Working abroad. That’s where real life lies. The reason I have to do this is because of the film roles that are becoming more and more lucrative and interesting. While I usually responded as an extra, some productions placed me as a noble extra or simply as an actor. This is a sign that you are already being drawn into this world. Being able to be the world of expressing yourself without any embarrassment. Where it has a purpose and fits the situation. In the art world you can suddenly be “plugged in”. In addition, foreign productions are also starting to appeal to me. For me, acting is not only fun, but the entertaining aspect also comes to the fore. And extremely educational because you become familiar with character roles. For me, a diploma or certificate is not interesting. It doesn’t tell you anything about your skills. Anyone can get a diploma or certificate. The laurel wreath for an artist is an Oscar or Palm d’Or or any other cinematic award. That is the recognition award for your talent. But it is not the awards actually itself, that is the result eventually. It is the pleasure to act to be part of a production, to entertain people, to inspire people. And that is mainly due to your passion. If you are not passionate, your talent will never blossom. It is therefore strange to me when people ask what I find more important Work or film? The acting is work. That’s the answer.

When I was in Antwerp, Bella had already made preparations with Mary. She agreed to film ourselves during the threesome. Location: fox hotel. Where else. And if not then the other nearby hotel. With those tinted windows. Bella picked up her phone and texted Mary. Whether she can check in before three. No sooner said than done. Tonight you will sleep with us, Bella said, almost naturally. We first went to Kruidvat to buy nail polish. Of course, this was for the game right away. I was very curious to see what these ladies had come up with together. We walked to the hotel with a bottle of Lindemans and some snacks. This would be the first FFM threesome for me. Who do I pay attention to first? Which one wants on top which one is more submissive. Or are they both assertive? How do you start with something like that? Is it just like the previous times? And whats up with that nail polish? Bella continued to stare at me mysteriously as I asked these questions. She enjoyed it.

I realized that foreplay had already started. When we entered the hotel room she was already waiting and completely in space. With a girly cry, both ladies hugged each other. Mary had missed me too. The stonedness of the weed made her eyes squint a little. I thought that was pretty hot. She was, in her words, “stump”. She had already had a drink and had a joint just before checking in. Quite remarkably, there were no glasses in the minibar. The ladies sent me to the lobby to pick it up. When I came back it was as if I had opened the door of heaven. Two beautiful ladies dressed like angels in lingerie lay on the large bed with their bare soles extended towards me. With the bottle of nail polish in between. And the camera was already rolling next to the wardrobe where they put it. They looked at me questioningly. Like I needed to know what to do next. I started painting Mary’s feet first. Then Bella’s. The painting brought them into ecstasy. Bella pulled me between the sheets. She put my hand in her panties. It felt damp and sticky. Mary did the same. With chilling calm I inserted my fingers deeper into the vagina of these two bandits. Best Female friends with me in between. Meanwhile the ladies kissed each other. And Mary automatically grabbed my cock. It was extremely hard and she took it out of my pants. “Mamma Mia!”, Bella said as she met my erection. She spanked my cock. Mary navigated Bella’s head to my cock. She watched me as Bella gave me a blow job. I went crazy kissing Mary and kneading and playing with her breasts. I was pushed flat on the bed. Mary put her pussy on my mouth and it literally silenced me. She clearly meant for me to shut up.

Bella stood on the bed and turned her body towards Mary. The triangle in all its glory. The panting, the pulling of limbs and gasping mouths. We understood each other. The natural instincts gave us direction. Mary’s pussy was burning with desire because she hadn’t come yet. Bella looked at me. She rubbed her damp pubic hair between Mary’s thighs. It turned me on. Because I got up again and stood next to the bed. A moment of uncertainty. Or not? I didn’t know what to do when Mary grabbed my cock with her mouth like a suction cup. She did it. The panting turned into a moan. And again I was forced into bed. I had to stay in the habitat. Mary sat on me and completely immersed herself in my “rodeo” she screeched and screamed like an Indian. Her native roots radiated from her pores. Yes!! Yes!! she shouted. It was Bella’s turn now. She wanted me to fuck her while she played with Mary. It became a symphony of musical notes. The Grammy could be delivered. Because in the meantime Mary was being fingered by Bella. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other! Waiting your turn was not an option. Grab and cling to what you can. There was no plan of action. It happened spontaneously by feeling and touch. Automatically. As if it had to be this way.

Our three sweaty bodies were still writhing with pleasure. Bella lit a cigarette and opened the hotel room window. Her breasts swayed beautifully in the sheltering shadow. Mary lay stretched out on the bed. I got up and did a “helicopter” in front of the mirror in the door. It’s a good stretch, Bella said, grinning. I spanked her on her bare buttocks. Then I hugged Mary. It’s been a long time, I told her. It was true. Mary had been lying the whole time. She had fled her family because she was a lesbian. She didn’t live on the prairie at all and she didn’t have a boyfriend at all. She had escaped from a church. Bella knew this but hadn’t told me yet. Apparently not to kill the vibe. I gave Mary a kiss and told her it’s not relevant. Everyone has their own reasons for being themselves. I asked her how she experienced it. This was a very special moment for her. Mary had never had sex with a boy before. So she lost her virginity during a threesome with me and Bella. This was also unique for me. My first female-male-female threesome. And for Bella the first with a woman.

Outside it started to rain. Bizarre considering it’s almost July already. It had something special. There was nothing else to do so we decided to stay in the hotel room. Most of the room attendants knew Bella. She wanted to play a joke. We called room service and ordered a bottle of champagne and the meal of the day. Fried potatoes with gourmet and shrimp cocktail. We left the hotel door ajar because I had to receive the food… naked. The maid’s footsteps came closer and a dark blonde girl entered the room. To break the ice somewhat, Bella and Mary shouted at the same time: room service! I was surprised because she could laugh about it. She wanted to lie down, but unfortunately she was on duty she told us.  Bella knew her from previous encounters in the hotel.
Women are like the internet, directly connected as soon as you know each other, I put that into perspective.
We then did the joke I always played at the beach club here with fellow collegues.
Bella asked the maid to ask my name.
In English.
Then I answered in the style of the character:

She couldn’t stop laughing. Then she introduced herself. Beautiful name, simple and yet it doesn’t really suit her. She’s too wild for an Iris. I watched her observing my tattoos. I felt her eyes on my body. Meanwhile, Bella looked at me and saw that something was happening between me and Iris. Women are very alert to these things. Details. They are good at that. Strange situation. Bella knows. I feel it. Or was it also a predestined plan? Out of sympathy, Iris looked aside for a moment when i grabbed a towel to cover my crotch. What were these drunk and stoned ladies up to? I didnt care. I looked at Iris. then i looked at Bella and Mary. They laughed. Then Iris asked me if i want to go with her to the disco next week. Only if Bella and Mary can come along, i answered. We had a deal. The seventh month of the year is already dipped into sensational excitement...

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*** The End ***

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Eden Part XV: Iris

“Aheuy Gertjuhh!!”, was the sound what came from the hotel room TV. Samson & Gert. A children’s program with a man and a talking dog. That’s why it was so popular I thought. Belgians have a good sense of humor. And interesting art assignments. This was a very special one. There was an air of mystery surrounding this production. Many things were not clear. But eventually it became clear. Because apparently that’s how it should be. I opened the old-fashioned wood-framed windows. A warm glow of sun shone directly in and the air neutralized the musty smell. My clothes smelled of dust and sweat because of the long train travelling. I took them off, hung them over the window frame and took a long shower. I looked at myself naked in the mirror and did a “helicopter” “Nice,” I said to myself. Then I fluffed my clothes to free them from all the particles and put them back on.

I closed the door of my hotel room and stepped into Antwerp city.

An adventure in itself for a Dutchman. She had agreed to meet at the gym. A cool look for a girl. Strong muscular hands and a rough physique. Blocky yet graceful. There was something about her that really attracted me. I couldn’t place it. She asked me if I had been to Belgium before. This was about the fifth time. Because I often met the “alternatives” of this artsy club to which Helène belonged. She had always been a visitor to the other studios before. It was the first time we had met together. She asked me how much I weighed since the human pulleys should be able to carry me as we roll across the stage. The rehearsal went smoothly. And very “plezant” by the way. It was a fun sight to practice the performance with this art collective from Belgium. 

Afterwards we had a drink and went back to our own habitat to prepare for the next art assignment the next day. This would take place in the boxing ring. A representation of a show of power that would sharpen relations within the gender spectrum. It would be shocking, especially for a conservative. But that was also the intention of the artwork we had in mind. What could be shocking for some is just a moment of a flow to others. Therefore Helène brought a stroboscoop as a metaphor for flashing passing by moments. I agreed with her because i think its briljant and very cool to do. 

The strobe lights were already set up in the corners of the ring. We put on our boxing gloves and let loose. In the meantime, the camera that Helène had placed on the bench was recording. And time and time again I fell flat. She hits really hard. And that became apparent when she said: “sta op manneke!”. The combination of the funny sounding Belgian Dutch accent with choices of the words got me hooked. After the umpteenth time I was knocked to the ground, I was fed up. My turn now. I tried to read her arm movements and looked at her shoulders so I knew which arm she would use. I had apparently cracked the code because my fist knocked her down. Helene was defeated.

I ran from one corner to the other in the ring. She didn’t wake up feeling completely fit, she said as an excuse. She thought it was enough. Plenty of pictures were taken with the strobo that captured the images on the connected camera. We got to see a non-stop motion video as a result. I thought it was wonderful. Helene even more so.

“Yass!” she screamed with pleasure. She was content with the result. 

She brought two cans of beer from the gym canteen refrigerator. Enough material for the Antwerp Art Gang for the time being. A combination of people with diverse projects. From painters to stage performers. With leading works of art that were exhibited to the public once a week. Sometimes in the theater, sometimes alone in the exhibition hall. An appreciation for me to be seen and noticed by sameminded folks. After that you can sell your art to artlovers and can bring a message in your own way to the world. 

The beer was already a big hit because Helène came out of her comfort zone. She asked me if I had any problems with her gender. I told her that I am gender blind. Helene was transsexual. Two years ago she chose to continue living as a woman. She was once born as Koen.

But she always knew then that she was actually a woman. She was the only boy in the class who played with Barbie dolls and didn’t like race cars. So Koen was declared and labeled gay. But he didn’t feel gay because Koen actually felt like a woman.Koen was not busy to label or categorize “her” gender or sexuality. Koen was just being Koen.

 “Do you feel more queer or without a label at all these days?” I asked her.

“Queer would be the right box, she said.But only to please the ones who specifically wants to label me.” “In fact i think i am more gender and sexual fluid and i am okay with that”. I told Helène that i am also okay with that. I told her that i choose to open up about my sexuality almost a year ago. And since then i not only feel more accepted but also made somehow peace with my own mind. 

Helene gave me the impression that she liked me. That would really be a revelation for me to do a trans. How should that actually be done, I thought? Where are the triggers? And how exactly do you do it? Or is it a completely different form and essence of having sex with a trans person. I became fucking curious about her body. I wanted to see what she looks like after gender reassignment surgery. Because the second round of beer was already finished, we started round three.

 “Are you curious amigo?”

 she kept asking me. I asked her what she looked like before. Before gender reassignment surgery. She showed some old photos on her laptop. Koen was quite a nice boy. Still androgynous. Something girly. I thought it was always in her. Helene put her hands in front of my eyes and said:

“This one is a bit shocking”

She took her hands away from my eyes and I saw a cheerful naked full frontal seductive Koen on her laptop. “Good,” I said. The next sliding plane after the removal. And the next one with hormones for, among other things, breast development and voice. That’s right, I thought I heard somewhere that Helène had a deep voice. Then she stood up and begged me into the gym showers. She took off her clothes right in front of me. Helene stood stark naked in front of me and looked at me without saying anything. Was not necessary. I’ll have her right away. This was communication without words. Non-verbal communication is taking place over here..

As both receiver and messenger, we always change roles in this play of communication. Dialogues words sentences changed into animal sounds and savage moods. 

Helene grabbed my cock and masturbated me. She looked straight into my eyes.Like a killer! This fucking bitch is bloody serious. Extravaganza from highest level. 

I came closer and French kissed Helene. What a wonderful feeling. Helene sank down and took my throbbing rock hard penis into her mouth. She sucked my cock like a drug addict refugee. Super nasty. Hair drool turns my entire crotch into a swimming pool. She then teased my scrotum and the groove at the bottom of my penis with her tongue. I became crazy and wild.
Its getting hot in here!

She turned around and pressed her muscular butt against me and inserted my fingers into her vagina. It looks exactly the same as an ordinary woman.
Does she feel the same too?, I reasoned. Extensively, yes.

Somewhere she came hard. She asked me if I had any wishes. “Yes, I said, dominate me.”

Helène thought that was a good idea. She sat on the bath chair and asked me to lie over her knees. Without resistance I bent over and felt firm slaps on my buttocks. This was fucking good.

“Amaai!

 I screamed in pleasure.

Helene enjoyed it too. She felt my cock harden again and grabbed my neck. She lifted me to my feet, still holding me in a neck hold. While she was choking me she was jerking me off at the same time. This was very fun to experience. Aphrysia sex. That’s sex at its best. “I liked it,” I said to Hélène. She gave a mutual look of approval.

We chatted some more. The subject of conversion therapy was also discussed. Banned in Belgium. Not yet with us, I told Helene. It will happen soon, she said. Not going to work in an LGBT friendly country. There will be a situation one day where conversion therapy will only be used in ultra-homophobic countries. The law of mutual consent already applies in LGBT-friendly countries. And from the age of 18+ you are decisive and competent about your own sexuality and gender in a country that approves your sexuality. Regardless, there are parties that want to apply conversion therapy.

“So basically there is actually no point in applying conversion therapy in the Netherlands?” I asked her. “The law protects you against it,” said Helène.

That is why Belgium, France, Germany and more and more countries in Europe are already free of conversion therapy. Helene also wanted to come to the Netherlands someday. I told her that she must come to Scheveningen. That is the nicest place in the Netherlands according to many Belgians, she said. That’s exactly right, I told her. I told her about the beach club, the fun, the fun, real life. Even though it was only June, it seemed like I had been working there for years. That’s a sign that you like it. You do indeed feel useful after you have worked. You are not a number but real staff.

Helene interrupted me and asked me if I have ever worked in a call center since I have such good communication skills. That’s right, it’s been years. Maybe I’ll return to that area in October. But for now I’m perfect. I told her how the clients are trying to get me back into that industry by influencing staff members where I work. That’s a sign of desperation, said Helene. That thing has actually lost its grip on you and also its grip on reality. You then haphazardly make agreements here and there with everything and everyone you interact with.

 It is striking that something like this does not actually enter into conversation with you, but remains invisible around you in order to supposedly exert influence. You dont even speak to each other for christ sake!
Usually that means that that is someone who actually is fucking up things…

Control only works if influence works, I said. Helène agreed with me about that. You decide for yourself to what extent you allow something or someone into your life. And you can be in charge of that yourself. If you don’t do that you will never be happy. Not with yourself, not with your life. Many people usually think they know better for someone else. Or wanting to think for someone else. That’s a sign of pathetic desperation. A situation is then created that is self-evident.

 But as long as there is no mutual consent with the person in question, it is not valid. This means that the communicative part no longer works. Reason is lost. In other words, you know that you have won. You only live once so why hide from life like that. This conversation with Helène was very pleasant. I enjoyed it. So familiar and confident. “Watch out man,” she said, sometimes call center managers also enter into deals with their previous employees. I also made a deal like that, I told Helène.

I will make contact online soon and everything will be fine. Helene advised me not to do that. That’s too easy. You must first meet the person in person. In the real world we talk and then we see again. After all, you are out of the virtual world. That’s a very good one, I told her. Because yes, it could be anyone. It is still June. I will decide in October. But it is indeed the case if in reality there is no communication whatsoever, why do you want to talk to me then in the call center? According to Helène there are some particles who whistenblowed the “constructors”. And that is why i am grateful to them. I am always open for contact. But with mutual approval and mutual conduct. It is very simple the ones i am really friends with are in great advantage. True friends always will show up. Friends are those who accept you for who or what you are without any judgements.
To me that is a sign of true friendship.

After some last wishes and contact exchanges i asked Helène if i could follow her on Facebook. Then she laughed. We are connected on WhatsApp and from there i can see.

Seems logic to me. But then i explained i can see her house too. From Google Maps. I showed her and made her realize its visible. You can see it. As a matter of fact anyone can see your fucking house. But seeing or hearing or smelling the house still doesnt make us ……friends 😁

“Touche,” said Helène. She understands right away. It is like you give meaning to something what is actually to be done by anyone. Exactly i continued my argument to her. She started to follow me on Facebook. Because she wants to become friends with me. To her friendship is more important then senses. What if the senses can become a bridge for the shy ones to step into the real world? , was Helène’s explanation. But what if you have social media on your phone? People can trace you huh” Almost everyone on this planet has got social media on their phones. Why dont you follow not others but specifically me? And furtermore i have nothing to hide. Do you have something to hide Danny?” , she asked me.
Nope nothing at all. Good she said because that is what makes you strong. Your openess your confidence. She considered me fearless. I gave her a hug and kiss and said goodbye. 

With that thought I boarded the train back to the Netherlands. The ones who are hiding are usually the ones who are scared and afraid of things. I realized i have no fear, simply because i am confident with myself and therefore i have nothing to hide.

Belgium had given me a feeling of enlightenment in just two days.

A pleasure to pursue my activities. The train came towards Tilburg and I got a connection on my phone again. One WhatsApp message notification after another came on my phone

A few extras from an earlier production asked me to be their sidekick for a recreation of a vlog. That seemed like a nice idea to me. In the meantime, I quickly submitted my schedule for the week and took into account the roles I was booked for.

A first major event would take place in Scheveningen. A true happening of the Volvo Ocean Race where the participants had Scheveningen as a pit stop. In my schedule statement I stated my availability for these days. I wanted to experience this. When the train arrived at The Hague central station, I took the tram to Scheveningen and saw the berthing of all the sailors there.

The event was already announced with huge advertising masts and flags. It’s going to be extremely busy, said one of my colleagues. Both on the beach and on the terrace and in the club.

And in addition to the regular menu, additional stands and stages were created in and around the club. A beer stall. A snack stall. A coin sales unit. It was something you definitely wanted to experience. There was even a tent set up over part of the terrace. The weather wasn’t really good yet. Every now and then it rained. But then you come and take shelter in the tent. It didn’t really matter because they enjoyed themselves anyway. It was a situation that I found myself in at one point or another. Real hobbies, real goals, real friends and that means you really live. Altough it is begin of June i made plans for myself to continue working at or around the beach harbour also during winters. I want to experience the Christmas feeling over here. With my collegues i also told about working abroad. Very recommended as there are so plenty organisations who has very lucrative proposals. 

Personally i like to travel. But i also want to do the art assignments and movie roles. And actually the puzzle was then solved. Why not first doing city trips and still having the flexibility of my art assignments in combination with my job?
And still being available and hearing proposals from the backoffice partners? 

I realised i was given a chance then in 2015 and after a while things opened up. In my advantage. Somehow the particles with the good intentions from the “game” give me indications and revealed which ones are truly fuckers. And then i counterparted with my own game supported by the government itself. It is all good. To the good ones i love you very much 😘. And always open for coorperation.

it is a great feeling to be able to be your own self by the way. With 3 film roles, including a major production, a number of photo shoots, a wonderful flexible job on the beach and the start of summer, June couldn’t have started better. A reservoir of possibilities while you already have the primary setting. My happiness could not contain these wonderful thoughts. I wanted to cool off at one of my favorite beach clubs and ordered an ice cream sundae with the flavors coconut, pistachio, mango, chocolate and amaretto and strawberry. Smiling, she brought the ice cream and took a seat for a moment

During my trip to Antwerp, Bella had made an appointment with Mary and was actually ready for the next step…I immediately knew what she was referring to. The words of her imagination mixed with the flavors of my ice cream…

but was Mary ready for it? Or was she in such a state of mind that that is precisely why she wanted it? A woman’s feelings are sometimes very changeable and unpredictable. it’s always a surprise. But I had every confidence and continued to listen attentively to Bella’s proposal….

The End

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She was still smiling at me with her light blue eyes when I explained why you had to paint on canvas and not paper. “But you can just use thicker paper, right?” “Cardboard or something?” “Yes, but the paint print does not ripple through the back of canvas” “regardless of the thickness”. Mary herself was more of a crafter and enjoyed working with clay. “I like getting my hands dirty,” she said plainly. A woman with a dirty mind as i frowned. Mary was not very concerned with her hygiene. She always smelled fine. I noticed that she had beautiful downy hair on her arms and legs. There was something extraordinary about it. Somehow it gave her added value. Somehow I was stimulated by it. The combination of her provocative speech with her dirty mind…and hands. “Damn!”,why do I find this so attractive?” my thoughts were twisting.

Maybe because I don’t care? I conformed to that thought and listened to her stories about her childhood. Her father is a priest at the local chapel in her hometown and her mother is a director at a Salvation Army branch in Wales. Mary was taught an ultra-strict upbringing. She was never late for an appointment and was obediently celibate and attended church daily. She was not allowed to have friends despite her attractiveness. Mary watched despondently as others around her had fun and talked about their sexual escapades in splendor. Juicy stories about penises and vaginas made her alert to the horrors of Satan as she was taught in the monastery. In a total disciplinary state, she received a proper education from the monastery.

Once, she said, her friend Sophie arrived late and had to drop her pants in front of the class. The teacher then spanked her for being late. Mary watched with admiration as Sophie’s pink bottom bounced up and down with each stroke of the cane. It was also an awakening for Sophie herself because she was regularly late. She enjoyed it. Mary could see it in her beaming eyes when she was late again. She automatically took down her pants and put on special suspenders. That was not allowed… so she received even more caning. And when it was time for bed she saw Sophie fingering herself under her sheets. Mary could secretly watch passively because she was still too good and shy. She didn’t dare. But she did like it. She wants to be spanked too. Mary also wanted to be naughty..

Until that one day… when they stood in the halls of the showers after bathing. Sophie put her arms around her and touched Mary’s breasts. At first she pushed the naked Sophie away from her. But it was too late, she could no longer resist and gave herself up to Satan’s lusts. When she tongued her, time stood still for her for a moment. How can this be so wrong if this makes me happy? It was as if she got a spontaneous response when Sophie pleasured her orally and vaginally. This bliss she experienced was confirmed. It was okay because she wasn’t the only one. Then she knew she had found her soul mate and… that she liked women.

And that was also something her current boyfriend on the prairie did not like. I interrupted her story to ask what her relationship with her boyfriend is like. It’s hard to explain, Mary said. She is more attracted to women these days. Maybe it’s a phase, maybe not. She feels good about it. Mary was already quite tanned from the necessary hours of sunshine and wanted to take a walk along the coast. We got up from the nudist beach, put on our underwear and walked towards the harbor of Scheveningen and did also a bit running because Mary is tipsy and happy.. “Shall we say hello to our colleagues for a moment?” I asked. “Nah” she said a bit listlessly. “Did you fuck her?” she asked suddenly. “Who?” I replied.

She meant Phoebe’s mother, of course. “Yes”‘ I answered cautiously. I had sex with Eleanor.She burst out laughing. “I know”, we heard it, she said. “No problem”. I noticed that Mary had looked a little too deeply into the glass. “Shall we go home?” . “Later, let’s chill on the harbor blocks first,” she pointed to the entrance to the harbor. A horde of seagulls flew over us. I told her that seagulls are a sign of life. If you are at sea as a drowning person and you see a seagull, you know that you are close to land. Mary stretched out on the boulders and asked me to photograph her. Challenging poses she did. In the water, along the coastline, in sand.
The glare of the setting sun was beautiful in the picture.

In between we talked about our work on the beach. A wonderful feeling to work with people who understand sarcasm and who you can have fun with. Where there is no hierarchy. Where everyone respects each other. Where you can walk barefeet. Where you can please guests and customers by real visual contact. A splash of water touched my feet. “A man’s foot is not really interesting”. Except your feet, Mary noted. Mary has a bit fetish altough she defines footfetish not as a fetish but as admiration. I agreed. I have the same thing with a woman’s foot. It’s not so much the feet. Those are just normal body parts. But because of the paint, the ornament, the decorations around it. That makes a woman’s foot so interesting. The amount of effort put into foot care tells her character. But that also applies to men, Mary interrupted.

In any case, an innocent thing that you can talk about for hours. Her feet themselves were damaged, but she knew exactly how to get a certain look from the cuticles. First, you need to let your nails grow a little longer than usual. Then brush over it with oil paint and wipe immediately with a damp cloth. And then use a pedicure brush to file away the corners where the cuticles are. Then cut. And total polishing. Cream over it. Sleep in socks all night long. And then you get the so-called glamor feet. I asked Mary how she knew all this. She said that she also has a penchant for admiring feet. And that’s why she brought me to the boulders. We were the only people left in the inlet of the harbor. “Will you give me a footjob?” she suddenly asked out of nowhere. “That’s good,” I said. I grabbed her soft gentle lovely foot and kissed her instep first. I licked her soles through the outside of her foot. She curled her toes. Reflex. She giggled a little. She liked it...

Then I took her toes in my mouth. First completely coated in my saliva, then one by one. Sucking it gently made Mary pant. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” she said. Both Phoebe and Eleanor had no interest in feet. Mary does…and so do I. She called me an angel, a miracle. The wonders were not yet out of the world here in Scheveningen. She liked it and kept looking at me sultrily. “Would you do me?” she asked naughty. “Yes” as I held her feet…Would you do me?, I asked her. “Always” she said with a wink. What qualities make a man sexy, I asked her? Inside is most important. A man who is honest about himself and dares to be vulnerable is a man with confidence. That makes a man sexy for me. Real man no macho man. But also eyes and smile. Just the things you have, she said. What specific qualities of a woman make a woman sexy?” she asked me. I answered:

First things I notice when it comes to women: face, lips, eyes, lower back and buttocks. A gap between the front teeth excites me enormously. Not to mention the seduction lip. Or if she has an accent. Strong jawline and high cheekbones. And kinda droopy eyes. the sleepy junkie look, you know. But that is all physical. But when it comes to mind: creativity is a plus. And she may be a bit pleasantly disturbed. And intelligent. “Wow, sounds like the perfect woman said Mary.” In the meantime, she had drunk almost two bottles of water and eaten two triangle sandwiches. Mary was sobered. She stood up and I followed her walking towards the lighthouse. She had to pee and walked towards the sea. “That’s a relief, she said as we walked further.” “Are you having fun at the beach club?” she asked. A manifestation of love immediately embraces you when you are or become a crew member, I said. At the beginning I said that I am a passenger and am doing this only once. But now I have become family. You work with people every day. “You will have a good time, said Mary” “just wait until you go to the events” “or big parties such as weddings and parties”. “Then things will happen and arise” “But do you already know what you are going to do?” do from October?”

“The Persephone code”, I smiled.

“What is that, she asked”

I told her that is the code of the elite.

“Illuminati?” Mary asked.

Not like that, I smiled at her. I said it was too far-fetched. The code refers to Persephone, the goddess of the underworld, who comes to earth once a year. Mary was intelligent because she knew immediately what I meant. “Have you cursed yourself to switch jobs every 6 months?” Her question was effective and spot on! She understood me immediately and wanted to know more. Why? “You left something behind that was very dear to you huh and since then you don’t want to commit anymore” Mary became bloodlinked with her purgatory of questions. I told her that I feel much more comfortable with that. I refuse to commit to a company any longer unless something arises. Like at the beach club where I work. Once you have worked here, you can always be called up for events and large parties during the seasons. You left that mark. That’s what I was looking for too. Connectedness and simply where you can develop yourself and be of good service. “And winter then,” Mary asked further. Then I’ll look for something closer during the day. “Another average of 6 months,” she asked. “Yup,” I added. The Persephone code.
Then after that a man comes to the company and will say: “Thank you for your cooperation”

“Really??”, Mary asked in surprise. It was just a joke I told her. No, what I mean is that you have created a moment where you have not only developed and improved yourself, but also understand the art of human knowledge. That’s why some chefs are loud. On the one hand, it is also due to the noise, otherwise you cannot hear each other. After a while you can have more of each other. You are already out of your comfort zone. If that happens so quickly at a company, you know you’re in the right place. Mary nodded in agreement and said that the fun moments in combination with the fun and enjoyment of the guests, the music and the vibe among themselves become a basis for beautiful moments. You are going to have the best time of your life, Mary continued. “You know what irritates me?” said Mary. What then? I asked. “Those deposit caps that no longer close properly when you close them” “Recognizable,” I said. “I unscrew the cap completely, but accidentally throw it away.” “Yes, me too haha,” said Mary. A group of beachcombers with bags full of empty plastic bottles and cans walked towards us. We both thought it was good for something. The beach is free of plastic and tin and the beachcombers also get money for it when they hand it in at the supermarket.” We arrived at the pier and trudged over a sand hill into a beach club. “Look, I know her,” pointed out I Mary as a waitress.

Mary looked at her as if she were watching a movie. I think Mary was touched. Bella introduced herself to Mary and then gave me a hug. We chatted for a while and Mary asked if she would like to come and chill with us in her villa where she lives with Eleanor and Phoebe. Bella thought that was a really nice idea. But not because of me but because of Mary. A few sparks flew. I saw that immediately. The way they looked at each other. This was not a feigned early friendship. This seemed predestined. And I watched this event as a silent witness. I recognized myself as a little gay in this interaction between these two ladies. I feel this too! My imagination was now running wild. Because I hadn’t had sex with Mary yet. With Bella last year. In that toilet area behind the club. Can we surpass our memories from last year? Can I finally make Bella’s fantasy come true? I was sure she would convince Mary to have a threesome. But I had to be sure. Bella and Mary switched numbers and we headed to the boardwalk. “You know, let’s go to the Fox Hotel tonight” “Okay, I replied politely and accommodatingly” She was touched by it. Eleanor had told in all colors how nice a spoon – spoon is. And Mary wanted that too. But no sex. I Agreed. Somehow it affected us. Her especially because she asked me to be naked while she is still dressed. CFNM situation. This woman was really in my head. She knew better than anyone that this triggers me. Only then will I no longer feel like a naturist.
But really naked.
As pure naked as possible.
I feel it.
I feel vulnerable.
But in an appropriate way.
It’s allowed.
It is well.
I feel shame

finally….

Her heart beats through my bare chest and while my penis rises against her denim jeans she explains to me the situation surrounding the rise of artificial intelligence. Nowadays it is possible to make an entire film with a photo. Replacing one voice with another voice. A well-known song sung by the voice of another artist. Even using an artificial program for business purposes. Every leading scientist fears this. The algorithms go their own way. That’s the scariest part of it. It seems to have a consciousness. The fulfillment of creative possibilities is spontaneous and not even pre-programmed. “Skynet,” said Mary. Just like in the Terminator. And that’s why, I explained to Mary, I left the virtual world behind. I want to be real in the real world. If you want to speak to me in real life, simply because with current technology, appearances can be deceiving. You don’t know who’s behind it or anything. It may be a bridge for others who are used to working in the virtual world, but believe me I have all the patience in the world. And I give you that patience with my full heart. Take your time. You will always be welcome if you have been good to me. Who decides that? “Fate,” Mary added. But, she continued her story, keep in mind that sometimes there may be people who really care about you and who don’t want to be forgotten.” “Driven by desperation, they will do anything to reach you, Danny.”

I know that, Mary, I said. I think she gave me a hint from a feminine point of view. I know this is something feminine. She convinced me so much that I went along with her thinking. Yes, I thought I could agree with it. The night fell silent and so did we. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her get out of bed at night and undress herself. She rubbed her pubic hair. And then went back into bed. I pretended to be deeply asleep. Maybe she also wanted to be naked out of sympathy because I was naked. Or because she got hot. Or because she is a naturist. Whatever motives she did this for, it didn’t matter to me. A woman’s mind is like that. She snuggled up to me. Her body was warm and pleasant. I took in her natural scent. It provided a mild anesthesia. She turned around and put her leg between my thighs. She brought her feet between mine.

I felt her breath on my neck. Her breathing became more and more rhythmic. She was sleeping. I looked at her sleeping face. What was she hiding? She had “escaped” from her boyfriend’s dictatorial regime on the English prairie and stayed in a villa near Scheveningen. Somewhere it wasn’t quite right. But hey, whatever. Does not matter. I gently pushed myself against her and curled up in a fetus position. This variation of spoon-spoon is a bit more interesting. Crosswise. Face to Face. Not a face from an algorithm but a real flesh and blood face to look at…Mary’s face. A heavenly sweet face and a very interesting soul.
I was very happy to be with Mary…

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It was Friday evening and Scheveningen was very popular during this time. An attraction for tourists. Or… for beach employees who meet or visit each other. Like last time, I met her at our secluded spot near the coast. The sailboats and kites were camouflaged around us. Little chance that someone could see us. She didn’t really care. She was welcome for an incident with me. This wavy girl from the beach club. I texted her with my old Sony Ericsson and she arrived. Drenched in sweat and smelling of coal furnace, she took off her clothes. Her sun-tanned body was already wrapped in a bathing suit so she could swim immediately. I got up and went into the sea with her. The rays of the descending sun completed a beautiful aura as she stood directly in front of it. “Do you actually know how close the sharks are here?” she asked me. It only takes a few tens of meters, I probably replied. “As long as we don’t enter their habitat, we can swim here.” She likes sensation and was very adventurous. A whole world of adventure has also opened up for me since I started working on the beach, I told her.

“Beach workers are very open and flexible people,” she said as we swam back to our beach towels. When we had dried off, we sat down and opened two bottles of IPA. “It’s a nice introduction.” “Cheers,” I said back. In the meantime, the sun continued to sink. We lay on our backs and stared at the blue sky and our feet. “A little awkwardly, she took her feet down when she noticed that I saw her damaged nails.” “No stress, that’s ok, I told her”. “It’s caused by walking for a long time, your feet break down” I gave her some tips that she could use. She looked at my feet. “What do you think? I asked her a bit playfully.” “Remarkably soft for a man and not even the well-known calloused heel. But the well-known toe phalanx extension tells that you are included into the same branche.

I nodded yes confirmative. “Taking foot baths with aloe vera three times a week ensures soft feet I eventually gave her as a remedy. “And wear socks in your shoes” She never wore socks, so her feet were damaged more quickly due to the constant friction. She was not feminine in her care, she gave as an excuse. That’s why she never wore make-up. No problem and no objection was my response to her apology. Natural beauty is what defines real people from fake.

She came closer and let me smell her neck. It just smells normal but slightly spicy. “Haha, that’s my body’s own scent.” As a nomad, she had led a secluded life on a prairie in England. But the isolation brought loneliness. Especially since her companion did not allow additional members to join the tribe. “members?” I asked curiously. She explained that she wanted to have a tribe of naturists. Only dark members were not admitted, much to her annoyance. “Wait, you’re naturists and your boyfriend is racist?” “Yes was her answer” That’s why she left for the Netherlands for her summer job and currently lives with a friend’s family. Actually, she wanted to escape from the boring life with her boyfriend. She was free, but not happy.

She found happiness on the beach. Because when I told her that I am also a naturist, she almost jumped off her beach towel. “There’s a nudist beach further down here,” she gave a little hint. “I go there sometimes.” At that moment I knew that the question sentence had to come now and that I should not take too long to respond to her hint. I could see in her eyes that she was waiting for the question. “If you want, we can go together sometime” “That’s fine, I asked a few colleagues, but they didn’t want to,” she said. “Tomorrow after work? I tried to confirm. She said yes. Tomorrow was a long hot day ahead, I saw on the weather map.

We met the next day after our shift at the same place and walked barefoot through the gravel and the salt water along the coastline to the nudist beach. I was a little nervous. I barely knew her and remember the first time I ordered an ice cream from her beach club she was working at and a little later she came and sat with me. We have been together ever since and were now on the nudist beach. ‘This seems like a good place,’ she said very naturally, as if she had found a nice spot.’ We stood on the hot sand and took off our clothes spontaneously, without saying a word. We looked at each other and then sat down on our beach towels. Her breasts had a classic shape that complimented her shape. Freckles on her body and lush public hair. She was a true naturist au naturel. A beauty.

She was very surprised by my openness and body positivity. “I have been a reliable fine art model and to be honest, I see a body purely as a shell of our soul.” “You can make or present it as beautiful or ugly as possible.” It made her blush when she added that some people confuse naturism with exhibitionism. “What it comes down to is a statement.” “In fact, a naturist does not make any declaration or statement.” “A naturist simply enjoys being naked.” “Actually a modern rebel against the old-fashionedness of boredom.” “Rebellion is a form of expression.” ‘But more as a way of life than as an emphasis on statement.” ‘The nudist is visible but the emphasis is not on that.” “In art, nudity is a form of expression and at the same time not exhibitionism.” “People immediately associate nudity with sex.” “And that’s not it, I’d like to give it a go.” “I think it’s beautiful when someone becomes part of nature so freely and savagely and can feel wonderfully connected to it without any judgment about thoughts of yourself or someone else.” “That is the true essence of being free.” “If you think you are beautiful and are confident, you will radiate this powerfully, regardless of the opinion of others.” “The people will be there” “But they are there precisely because of your radiation of self-awareness and self-confidence.” “I like you,” she said.

She hopped a little closer. “Can I come into your space abundantly,” she asked teasingly. “You are free to come closer.” I replied. We sat on my beach towel and wrapped her beach towel around our naked bodies. Summer hits on her self-composed playlist gave shape to the evening. When the night fell she asked me to sleep with her moreover we both didn’t feel like cycling back to home.

On the way to her villa where she stayed during the summer, I asked about her girlfriend. “Yes, I did have sex with her,” she said spontaneously. She was openly lesbian. “I…am pansexual I told her. “Cool! You fall for everything, right?” She asked. “That’s right,” I replied. “So you can also fall in love with a lesbian or a straight man.” I don’t make any distinction, it’s automatic, I explained. She introduced me to Phoebe aka her “sweetheart” when we arrived at the villa. “If you want to freshen up, you can do it there.” I used it and rinsed the sand from my hair and the dried salt on my body seeped with the soft flow of the shower through the gutter. Footsteps approached. A quite older woman dressed in a suit promptly entered and looked at me. “Who the fuck is this?” I muttered under my breath. “Oh…you must be the guest,” she said. “Good evening!”

I quickly put my towel over my crotch and politely shook her hand. “I’m Danny and I work a little further here on the beach and i know your sister from a few tents next to.”

“Pleased to meet you Danny. I’m Eleanor”.

“And uhhh i am not her sister I’m her friend’s mother hihi.”

“Mother!” I replied back somewhat shocked.

She looked at me with her curieus mysterious eyes and without further ado she took off her clothes and stood under the shower. “I hope she told us that we live a naturist life”, she asked gently. “Uhh..yes no problem”, i answered. “Are you gay too?”, she wondered.  “It depends whether i label you as gender or not”, i replied with a smile.

“You dont see them as seperate genders?”,she continued asking.

“I dont see gender at all, just person.” “I like people not gender”

“Yes?!!”, responded Eleanor.

Apparently a portal had opened for her. I realized that Mary and Phoebe usually brought gay people with her since they are gay. But I was the exception to the rule. Eleanor saw possibilities and immediately seized her chance. She got out of the shower, checked to make sure no one was in the hallway and then closed and locked the shower door. ” do you think I’m pretty?”, she asked me without hesitating. My eyes scanned her from head to toe. A sweet looking face with light crow’s feet and curls at the lips when she smiled. For someone of 48, she was still in pretty good shape. Elenear had nice round breasts. Symmetrically balanced. Her areolas are a breathable summer attraction. A small scar under her left breast. Hips that flowed flawlessly into her strong thighs. The drops of water glistened in her lush public hair that concealed her vagina like a down curtain. Natural was apparently in, I thought. As a primary school director, her legs had to endure a lot. Her feet pointed towards this. Beautiful small slim feet with natural nail polish. The big toes slightly inward. It was perfect. She enjoyed how I studied her thoroughly. Where is the line between naturism and exhibitionism?, I thought. Or is it because we are so saturated that it is natural that we hardly think about how beautiful we really are? She looked at me sultry with her black mysterious eyes. I was sucked in with it. I just went along.

My bulge through my towel accidentally bumped her. She turned around and shuffled her butt against my crotch. She pulled the towel away. I peered at her venus holes on her back and got lost in the freckles on her back. “Ah my freckles on my back, it’s because of the sun.” “I have it too,” I said. “Melatonin.”, i explained. I caressed her lower back and buttocks. She giggled shyly. She then turned around me and I felt her watching me. I felt being watched in a pleasant way. If felt like i was being adored. Worsipped by het naughty undressing look. She brought her fingers to my chest hair and “inspected” my torso. She took it very seriously. I felt so pure..and very exciting at the same time. She felt me getting harder and she brought it to her vagina. A slippery wet sheath of her horniness surrounded my penis. “Do it slowly, she commanded. I was completely overwhelmed because she understands. Foreplay… She knew how to conduct me very well.

I was just a string in the orchestra she accompanied. She grabbed a towel and rolled it up and placed it on the tile surface of the shower. “Hold me,” she said as she leaned back and slowly let me into her. “Good angle huh,” she said. Did you already know this one? “No not yet”, I said. “I don’t always succeed in standing,” “I’m not very practiced there,” she explained. Did she just hint at doggy style? “I want to try it”,I told her. “Not now.. later”, she said. “Come on, let’s rinse off”, when she grabbed our towels.

After I was dressed in her guest bathrobe, I walked her to the front room of her villa. Mary and the Phoebe were nowhere to be found. Eleanor pointed out the large window. Two naked ladies waved back as they playfully splashed around in the jacuzzi. Mary and Phoebe had a great time. On their table there is a cooling sleeve with chardonnay and two empty glasses. A barely eaten board of bread that served as snacks lay next to it. Eleanor and I took a seat on the large, elongated sofa. She put her feet on the table and saw me staring. “You can do that too, be at home,” I imitated her. She brought a bottle of Prosecco and poured two glasses. “Do you like this?” she asked. “I like everything,” I said “But of course, she jokingly hinted at my sexual orientation” “Hmmm.. first pansexual I know”, and I think that is very unique” “We should toast that!” It was becoming a pleasant evening and Mary and Phoebe joined us. Phoebe told me that she had met Mary through a nudist forum and thus came into contact with each other. She was therefore very willing to help her and to free her from her claimvoyantly tyrannical boyfriend. For the time being, Mary could stay here

Only in October would they possibly think about what they were going to do. I told them that I’m pretty much in the same situation. “After working for a call center for years, I chose the catering industry”, I said. “Why did you leave?”, Mary wondered. “I did the same thing for too long and didn’t enjoy it anymore” “I wanted to do something other than calling”. “Actually other aspects within the call center industry”. “After a project change, I was also asked during the intro briefing asked what I wanted to do more.” “But it took too long for me.” “I didnt want to do calling anymore.” “i tried it later some time but no ….thnx.

Mary added, “You’re in the right place in this industry.” “Not too much bullshit.” “Just enjoy working and pursuing your goals and live.” “Do you already know what you’re going to do in October?”,Phoebe asked. “Way too many options”, I told her. “Since I entered the catering industry, I have more control and insight into the course of situations and time management.” “Perhaps I will continue in the catering industry.” “But then in a different branch.” “I want to learn more besides the things i learn at the beach.” “Maybe a cafe, or hotel or cruiseschip.” “And then perhaps in combination with something else.” “Something administrative.” “I can see which way I’m going and what comes my way.”

“How about a bakery?” Phoebe gave as option.

“Hmm that…is a good one”, i nodded.

Mary and Phoebe gave us a good night hug and went to bed drunk. “Let’s go to bed too,” said Eleanor. A warm feeling took possession of me. Would something exciting happen again? My thoughts went back to the bathroom where she hinted at “doggy”.

According to Eleanor, there is an erogenious zone that can only be stimulated from behind.
In her vagina that is.
I had no problem with that.
Not at all..
I wanted to fulfill her wish.
We took off our bathrobes slowly and we touched each other until we got horny. I gave sucking kisses in her neck and sucked her earlobes. Eleanor moaned in pleasure. She kept her body against me and stroked my hair. “Suck them, please.”  Her pointy breasts surrendered to my mouth and tongue. Her moans gave approval to go down. She presses my head against her vagina. A blanket of herbal odeur fills my nostrils. Despite so much hair, it is still well cared for on the inside. This lady knows her stuff! I gently brought my tongue to her vulva. I slid her  along the edges of her labia like a painter. And sucked on her clit. Eleanor went crazy and let out wild screams. Her hands that accompanied my head changed into grasping claws. “Go on please!” “Don’t stop,” Eleanor begged.

I stayed oral and added two fingers inside her.  She went insane. She came.

I looked at her through her legs to her black eyes. No words needed. Her tear-stained face spoke volumes. Eleanor was happy and so was i. “Thank you,” she cried. She pulled me to her and crawled against me. “I’ll give you breakfast duty in the morning,” she said with a wink. I immediately understood what she meant.

She wanted to keep the night to herself because it had been so long since she had experienced this feeling. Since her divorce from her husband 8 years ago, she had been quite in auto sex modus. But not today. And she wanted to enjoy that. Particles of the moment.

“Do you think blind people can dream?”, she asked me.

“Maybe they dream about sounds, smells, tastes or even feelings”, i responded. “And what if we are living ourselves in someones dream?”, she fantasied. This lady kept surprising my mind. She curled up in a fetal position and wrapped my arm around her stomach. This is the moment to enjoy the silence i thought because sleeping in spooning pose  is the most romantic thing there can be after sex. The flashing lights of the lighthouse shone rhythmically through the windows from time to time. The sound of the sea played along to the melody of the night.

Our breaths became synchronized and became slower and slower. Her stomach rose and fell gently. I felt her heart beating through my naked body and went along with her beat in my breath ryhtym. My thoughts now wondered what else awaited me. One month of working in Scheveningen already brought so much prosperity and love. It was only May i realized. I didn’t care. Enjoy the moment, I thought. Fuck it..I pressed myself more against Eleanor and played with her hair as it fluttered in front of her beautiful closed eyes in the air conditioning. I gave her a kiss on her neck and watched her reflection in the windows and saw her sleeping peacefully…I couldn’t take my eyes off this sweet person.

My soul thanked the universe and then i joined her also entering someones dream…

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++ The End ++

_{Coming Soon
Eden Part XII : Mary}

onderdanig word ik door uw aanwezigheid
en hartstochtelijk aanbidder van uw aura
gepassioneerd ga ik mee met uw onschuldigheid
en duik ik steeds dieper in uw flora en fauna

een inferno van zweepslagen en kaarsvet
toucheren mijn ellendige kwetsbaarheid
gehoorzaam lik ik uw kousen in visnet
U bent de baas, u bent de absolute Majesteit

prologue…

present time
rainforest

Screaming people. Chaos…Panic.
The villagers seek shelter and rush to their log cabin.
Wibraj and Khusboo quickly turned on the TV and listen to the reporter.
Level 5 tornadoes were on their way and it was advisable to stay indoors.
Wibraj and Khusboo could forget about the grain harvest and flower fields. The entire winter stock was soon wiped out by the tornadoes.The reporter on TV was also affected. His flower fields too were ruined.Very annoying for the villagers but not to worry because everyone from the village would be delivered new seeds from none other than Xenika Industries. This was a real relief for the villagers as new flower fields would emerge within a week in stead of months

Wib Raj: meri jaan, are you okay?

Khusboo: it is so annoying because then everything has to be replanted again

Wib Raj: don’t worry I still have the SuperQuantum

Khusboo: really?

Wib Raj: yes indeed and then our crop will be level within three days.

Khusboo: you know what’s weird? Since that discovery of that new planet, it’s been very raunchy these days.

Wib Raj: and when Sikander got a visit from them they brought a dream cabin with them

Khusboo: she was the first to be allowed to see what happens there. but then why was she recorded right after that?

Wib Raj: she couldn’t handle it.she saw something in the dream cabin.

Khusboo…. there is life there on that planet.

Khusboo: like overhere?

Wib Raj: yes, the scientists have sent probes that transmit the images in the dream cabins where you can see what is happening there.

Khusboo: so why did Sikander became sick?

Wib Raj: It’s a disaster there on that planet. Only psychotic creatures live there. Those creatures think they are gods while they are demons. Those creatures only think about themselves. They dont give a shit on nothing
come I’ll show you…

Wib Raj pulled Khusboo to the window and showed her the stars. With his finger, he navigated her to a pale blue dot.Khusboo now saw it too.A shuddering feeling overpowered her and she had to gasp for a moment….

Khusboo: we are not alone

Wib Raj: Is really weird there on that planet. A day only lasts 24 hours

Khusboo : Really?

Wib Raj : we have 6 hours more, but 15 days less.

Khusboo : so why is it a disaster there on that planet?

Wib Raj : they fight there instead of controlled peace compared to us. Those beings don’t allow each other the daylight. Everyone there is a uniqum itself. Those species are egoistic

Khusboo: that will never go well

Wib Raj: and Sikander saw in the dream cabin that they sing songs there, they dance, they play, they make fun, they quarrel, they become mad . They are doing demonic and they have sex several times a year.

Khusboo: Gross!! good that we only have sex once

Wib Raj: and only 1 child, those beings there are demonically stingy. After they have a child they just make more each time

Khusboo: I want to see..

Wib Raj: we should go to Sikander’s log cabin then, she is in the hospital so we can have a look. Are also nice things you can encounter in the dream cabin. Those creatures there have feelings and emotions and they also imitate other creatures….

Khusboo: hahahah soo funny just like in the plays at our place in the ravine?

Wib Raj: yes they call it film or something. And again other beings start watching them. They call those beings ….fans

Khusboo: fans?

Wib Raj: yes fans!
they adore each other
and gives each other praises

Khusboo: hahahahahah 😂😂😂😂😂,
while they are the same beings???

Wib Raj: really weird creatures huh whuhahahhaa.😂😂😂. They are so funny!
Sikander told me that she saw in the dream cabin that some write stories….

Khusboo: o I like stories

Wib Raj: yeah me too, by the way do you know what they call that planet?

Khusboo: what then?

Wib Raj : Earth

Khusboo: whuhahahahah, so easy 😂

Wib Raj: and the funny thing is that nobody knows who named that planet.

Khusboo: hahahahah, 😂 Earth just means ground doesn’t it?

Wib Raj: yeah what a hilarity huh. Oh look we’re already here. come get in then we’ll watch that storyteller

Khusboo and Wib Raj connected their navels to the probe and had picture.They read all the storyteller’s stories. Swooning, they went along with the narrator’s feelings and emotions.
Khusboo fainted…she couldn’t handle it, Wib Raj followed minutes later. They grabbed each other tightly and went back to their own log cabin. The tornadoes were already visible in the sky over the village.Once inside, they reported back to each other and stumbled over their words

Wib Raj : wooow everything goes so fast there , so much of a hurry are those creatures. and so creative they are

Khusboo : I felt it, that warm saturation. that was so beautiful that I fainted. now I understand Sikander though

Wib Raj : we villagers don’t know that yet..They call it…love

Khusboo: it’s a beautiful thing I think

Wib Raj: sure, we can’t stand that yet. especially when you read the stories of that storyteller on that planet too

Khusboo: ‘The Underground Tales From Eden’

Wib Raj: and with slogan: merciless satirical commentary on the cultural and psychological tenor of time
He tells us what is happening on that planet
but as pure and real as possible

Khusboo: the truth

Wib Raj : the naked truth….

Khusboo: Wibi…I have to tell you something?

Wib Raj: yes?

Khusboo: in my opinion, I am also a bit of a fan now….

Wib Raj: and that doesn’t matter at all, because I think I have become a fan too

Khusboo: shall we go and watch and read some more?

Wib Raj: yeah lets go….

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heden
De Onderwereld

In haar menselijke gedaante dacht ze vaak terug aan de vloek. Sinds ze de granaatappel pitjes had gegeten zat ze voor eeuwig in de onderwereld. Heel af en toe mocht ze eruit gaan.
En dan kwam ze naar de Aarde. Dat moment was bijna aangebroken.Het was het juiste seizoen.
Het was het seizoen van Persephone…

De koningin van de onderwereld maakte zich al klaar voor het moment. Ze heeft er zo lang op gewacht en stond te springen van opwinding.

Meteen daarna zocht ze Hades om haar vreugde kenbaar te maken.
Diep van binnen voelde ze dat er iets mis was..Hades was behoorlijk afwezig de laatste tijd. Persephone vond hem voor het altaar.
Hij had zich afgezonderd en zat voor een paar beeldjes te genieten. 

 Persephone : Hades.. wat doe je??

Hades: Psyche….Psyche…Psyche..

Persephone:  Hades!!! 

Hades: Psyche….Psyche…Psyche..

Hij luisterde amper en bleef in zwijm de beeldjes adoreren en had geen enkel oog voor Persephone. Spontaan veranderde ze in haar eigen gedaante en woede daalde neer…

Persephone: Aanbid mij!! ….Hades!!

Hades:  ik wil Psyche…

Persephone:  Neee! ze…heeft…je..vervloekt! 

Hades:  ze was er en heeft mij haar liefde getoond.

Persephone: Aaargh! Je moet mij adoreren!!!

In behoorlijke woedestemming nam ze haar staf en sloeg de beelden kapot. Hades raapte de scherven op en. ..stopte het in zijn mond. Een verukking van zaligheid en liefde straalde hij uit. Persephone werd nog woester en terwijl ze zijn naam scandeerde deed ze een toverspreuk en riep Eros erbij..
De God van de liefde meldde zich en vroeg waarom Persephone hem had geroepen..

Eros: zeer gewaardeerde Koningin, Hoe kan ik u van dienst zijn?

Persephone:  je vrouw heeft mijn man vervloekt!
Draai het terug!!!
Nu! 

Eros: lieve Koningin heb geen haat jegens mij daar ik de liefde zelf ben..

Persephone:  maak hem weer verliefd op mij!!

Eros: Koningin , uw wens is mij bevel..

Hades zag een pijl afkomen en raakte hem in zijn borst. Zijn ogen werden gitzwart. En de onderwereld kreeg een ambiance van duisternis. 

Hades: Persephone!  Wat was er gebeurd?

Persephone: je was vervloekt door de schoonheid van Psyche 

Hades: hoe kon ze hier dan zijn? 

Eros: haar is geen schuld te verwijten. Het is de tijdreiziger.  Hij heeft de karavaan des tijds..

Persephone : de tijdreiziger?

Met goddelijke vaart greep ze de vleugels vast van Eros en deed het branden

Persephone:  de tijdreiziger? ?? Hij??
vertel waar is hij!!

Eros: dat is voor iedereen onbekend,  maar zijn karavaan is bij Psyche.

Persephone:  Karavaan??!
Wat moet ze ermee?

Eros: iedereen wil de tijdskaravaan,  het tart alle kosmische wetten. Zelfs een vloek..

Persephone:  Zelfs een vloek..? Maar dan..

Eros: …..hoef je niet te wachten op het seizoen..

Ze liet Eros los, die zijn smeulende vleugels vasthield en direct wegging. Persephone’s ogen glunderden van genot. Ze besefte dat als ze de karavaan des tijds in haar bezit kreeg, ze altijd naar de Aarde kon komen….

Hades:  het komt door u koningin, Na uw kus zijn de poorten geopend naar de andere werelden…

Persephone:  en toen kwam hij bij Psyche die met de karavaan bezig is.

Hades: de karavaan is onsterfelijk 

Persephone:  wij ook Hades…….
..wij ook…

Kerberos de driekoppige hond die de onderwereld bewaakte blafte op een morbide toon.
Persephone nam plaats op haar troon en bedacht een strijdplan die ze ten tonele zou uitvoeren.
Haar duistere gedachten schreeuwden om vergelding.
Haar ogen spraken wraak.
Ze was in gedachten verzonken en bezig om een strategie te bedenken.
Een strategie van bovenmenselijke proporties.
Ze beloofde zichzelf dat ze zou zegevieren…

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2017 (alternatieve werkelijkheid)
Zoetermeer

Het was middernacht in Solina’s Boutique en muisstil,  je kon een speld horen vallen. Plotseling werd er een ruit ingeslagen en een paar bandieten gingen naar binnen. Ze waren op zoek naar de hoofkluis en de kassa’s.. Jason en zijn maatje Jonah waren zwaar  vermomd en slopen geruisloos met hun zaklampen en bivaksmutsen door de etages van de boetiek….

Jason: waar is de kassa??

Jonah: boven denk ik

Jason: het zit bij de sauna als ik goed heb 

Jonah: Op de minst opvallende plek 

Jason had de kluis gevonden en riep Jonah erbij, op het moment dat ze deze wilde kraken werden ze opgeschrikt door een onverwachte geluid van een naderende aston martin.  Vlug keken ze naar buiten en zagen nog net iemand het gebouw binnen rennen..

Jonah:  who the fuck is dat??

Jason:  geen flauw idee man! 

Jonah: kom doe snel!,geef je tas dan stoppen we de biljetten erin 

Jason’s oog viel op de juwelen. Het waren de juwelen van Solina…

Jonah: van de bazin?

Jonas: ja, deze zijn erg veel waard..

Jonah: shht stil ff, hoor je dat? Er komt iemand aan..

Een infrarood laserstraal scheen in de kamer, voetklemmen werden gedropt en een rookbom ontplofte.. 
Jason en Jonah zagen geen shit meer..Een duistere gestalte richtte zijn geweer op de twee mannen..

Jason: Stop niet schieten !!

Jonah:  Wie ben jij ??

Een gespierde fitte mysteryman kwam uit de rook tevoorschijn. Uitstekend goed belegerd met een hermetisch afgesloten en volledig computergestuurde helm en voorzien met special forces wapens.
De boeven ervaarden de overheersende energie van deze alpha man toen hij zich voorstelde……

“Mijn naam is Nique…Tristan Nique “

Jason: shit!! We zijn er gloeiend bij 

Jonah: ohh neej het is de geheime agent van Interpol 

T.T.Nique:  inderdaad kom maar mee met mij…

T.T Nique arresteerde de twee boeven en bracht ze naar het bureau. Zijn partner zat naast hem in de auto…

Mi Rella : deden ze moeilijk? 

T.T.Nique:  was best wel makkelijk gegaan,  het zijn amateurs..

Mi Rella:  mijn commander ik hou van je 

T.T.Nique: ik weet 

Een romantische kus van allebei en ze brachten de boeven naar het bureau en stelden intussen Solina op de hoogte middels een appje. Solina was behoorlijk pissed off en eiste meteen de doodstraf. T.T Nique stelde haar gerust en zei dat het niet zo ver hoeft te komen…nog niet tenminste…

“De volgende morgen”

Solina was razend,  haar ruit was ingeslagen en twee amateuristische boeven wilden haar juwelen stelen. Gelukkig was het gevaar geweken en kon ze verder gaan met haar werk. Ze kreeg ook nog een appje van de bazin van EmiLee Enterprises. Lee Dee Yah vroeg of ze ongedeerd was. …

Lee Dee Yah:  vriendin! Is alles goed met jouw??

Solina: hey thnx voor je medeleven echt lief van je. T.T.Nique heeft ze gevangen

Lee Dee Yah: Toppertje!!, nu ik je toch even aan de lijn heb,  kan je vandaag even langskomen, “we need to talk”

Solina: Lieve schat, je weet zelf dat ik het druk heb gaat moeilijk worden 

Lee Dee Yah: het gaat om Dannyboy..

Solina: ik kom eraan..

Solina gaf instructies aan Wang Kee en Lee Sah om de boel in de gaten te houden en ging naar Lee Dee Yah

Wang Kee:  Ja goed, ik opletten jaaa 

Lee sah: wij regelen het wel succes met de vergadering..

Erg verbaasd was Solina niet van de theatrale overdrevenheid , aangezien Lee Dee Yah en crew een heuse vergadering hadden ingepland met oa buffetdienst. De beamer stond al aan en het sopje van de net geveegde whiteboard was nog amper opgedroogd.De overige leden zaten al in de vergaderruimte. Wat opviel was dat iedereen een naambordje op hun tafel had… 

Solina zocht haar prominente plek en nam plaats. Lee Dee Yah tikte in haar microfoon…

Lee Dee Yah:  lieve Toppers! Wat fijn dat jullie tijd konden vrijmaken voor deze urgente bijeenkomst…

Antoinette:  is het echt nodig om nog steeds naambordjes te gebruiken?

Lee Dee Yah:  Ja en ik zal meteen vertellen waarom….O, wacht even Emilio heeft een vraag volgens mij..

Emilio:  ik kan mijn stift niet vinden voor mijn naambordje 

Lee Dee Yah:  Kijk..en dat is dus precies wat ik  bedoel stelletje bandieten 

Solina:  want als je je eigen stift niet eens kan vinden hoe wil je dan Dannyboy vinden??

Een applausje van Antoinette deed niemand raar opkijken. Lee Dee Yah was een beetje geirriteerd..

Lee Dee Yah: Solina jij zei dat hij altijd terug komt, waar is hij dan?

Solina: mischien komt hij alleen voor mij en niet voor jou 

Lee Dee Yah: nietes

Solina: welles 

Larsson:  ok!! genoeg!!!,  we snappen de clue 

Ray Chell:  welke clue? ?

Larsson: Hu Geau leg jij haar eens even uit wat de clue is 

Hu Geau:  als we al zoveel moeite hebben met iets makkelijks als een stift te vinden hoe wil je dan in godsnaam moeilijke dingen gaan doen?

Lee Dee Yah:  dank je wel voor de uitleg, zijn er nog meer mensen die het niet helemaal snappen? ?

Patrice. : we snappen het wel,  maar hij vertrouwt ons niet 

Lee Dee Yah:  je aanname is uiterst negatief, er zal vast wel een andere reden zijn 

Rubin:  Hij weet dat het nep is, er hoeven geen redenen te zijn want er zijn redenen omdat we  geen klanten zijn.  Is gewoon nep

Kim Ba Lee:  nou dat is niet helemaal waar,  want op dat moment zijn we wel gewoon klant 

Rubin:  klant met telkens de zelfde stem,  zelfde mening,  zelfde invloed maar die zich voordoet als iemand anders. Zelfs een sprinkhaan trapt hier niet in 

Kim Ba Lee:  we helpen hem toch 

Larsson : hahahaahah uitgerekend Jij wilt hem helpen. Helpen met wat?,mevrouw de fraudeur. maak geen grap!

Kim Ba Lee: nou dat vind ik niet echt netjes van je gezegd.En behoorlijk persoonlijk op mijn gericht 

Larsson: Als het om jezelf gaat is het ineens wel persoonlijk. Zelf halve dagen werken en hele werkbriefjes inleveren en notabene jij wilt hem helpen….

Kim Ba Lee stond gemotioneerd op en verliet de zaal. Solina ging haar troosten…

Patrice:  je ging te ver man..

Ray Mee:  hoor wie het zegt. ..

Lee Dee Yah:  jongens laten we niet te persoonlijk worden met elkaar 

Rubin:  met elkaar? ? En hij dan??

We denken alleen maar aan ons zelf. Is toch nep man. Hij weet dat?!! Dringt het door??

Hu Geau: ga jij maar even een sigaretje doen..

Rubin: hou jij lekker je bek dicht…ouwe ik ben je bitch niet

Hu Geau: Gelukkig ben ik niet he pimp, nee

Rubin: Pannekoek!

Lee Dee Yah: Ok… iedereen! stop maar!!!

laten we even een break houden want we zijn te heftig met elkaar. .

Ray Mee:  ik rook niet,  Ik hoef geen break 

Larsson :  gast… je hoeft ook niet perse te gaan roken?? Je moet niet alles zo letterlijk nemen 

Ray Mee: weet ik,  ik zei het alleen maar 

Rubin:  Sterrk,  Sterruk

Lee Dee Yah drukte op een knopje en een bediende met de naambordje Sor Aya bracht een karaf met limoenwater en verfrissingsdoekjes. 

Larsson: is die huilebalk nog steeds aan het janken? 

Lee Dee Yah: Nee ze komt zo weer terug 

Man Nu:  mag ik ook nog wat zeggen?

Patrice:  ik was eerst volgens mij..

Rubin:  maakt geen fluit uit wat jullie gaan zeggen want is toch nep. 

Patrice:  hoe bedoel je 

Rubin:  is gebakken lucht ouwe. ..

Man Nu:  ik snap het niet 

Larsson:  nee natuurlijk niet wijsneus 

Rubin: want….het is nep!!!

Ray Chell:  wat is nep??

Lee Dee Yah hield het niet meer en mepte haar volle glas water van de tafel. Helaas splashte al het water tegen de panty van Antoinette…

Antoinette:  en bedankt he,  niet eens een sorry

Ray Chell:  die panty staat je toch niet 

Antoinette:  tsss..jouw hele outfit staat jouw niet 

Patrice: nondeju, waar zijn we mee bezig! !

Ook Ray Chell stond op en verliet de vergaderzaal 

Lee Dee Yah:  potverdomme! !! Antoinette loop achter haar aan en ga je verontschuldigen 

Antoinette:  ik dacht het van niet,  en wil jij beetje dimmen met je authoritare houding tegen mij, toon eens wat meer respect ik ben wel ouder he 

Lee Dee Yah: ouder?? Maar je bent toch niet dement ofzo??

Antoinette stond zelf op vertrok zonder wat te zeggen en trok keihard de deur achter haar dicht. 

Patrice:  dit gaat niet goed. ..

Larsson:  nee he he 

Rubin:  is nep,  ik zeg het toch al de hele tijd al 

Ray Mee: ik neem het wel serieus hoor 

Hu Geau:  ik volg dit allemaal niet meer ik ga even lunchen aan de overkant. Succes allemaal!!!

Ray Mee:  wacht ik ga mee met je, laterzzzz!!

Beiden overhit door de hevige vergadering gingen vriendelijk enthousiast uit de vergadering 

Lee Dee Yah:  wat gebeurt hier? ?

Patrice:  we hoeven toch niet perse achter hem aan te gaan,  ik kan hem virtueel in de gaten houden en soms zelfs stiekem gluren 

Larsson:  lekker vertrouwelijk ben jij zeg erg respectvol ook..pipo en dan nog steeds is het abracadabra voor je dat hij ons niet meer vertrouwt 

Man Nu:  is hij een pipo? ?

Larsson:  nee eerder een clown 

Rubin: nep dus hahaha 

Patrice werd niet goed en begon spastisch te worden en wapperde de deur uit. Man Nu liep eveneens de vergaderzaal uit.

Rubin: zo dan eentje tript em wreed. .

Lee Dee Yah keek de andere overgebleven mensen aan en begon te giechelen. ..

Lee Dee Yah:  oke dan,  dat hebben we goed gedaan ,al het ruis eventjes weggehaald

Rubin:  tik em aan ouwe, box! 

Larsson:  lekker bezig! ! 

Lee Dee Yah:  je zei het nog de hele tijd:  is nep 

Emilio dook uit de tafelrand hield zijn gevonden stift op en rende naar het whiteboard en schreef wat op…. Rubin,  Larsson en Lee Dee Yah knikten en vonden het een goed idee 

Larsson:  theoretisch zou het kunnen 

Lee Dee Yah:  in theorie is alles mogelijk toppers!!!

verderop waren de werkelijke boeven en gangsters bezig. Het was het gebied van de gestoorde leider, de freak zoals hij genoemd werd in de wandelgangen. Een paleis met een grote zaal waarop naakte mensen lagen krioelen op hun sofa’s. Gemengd sex. Donnie was al bezig met Natas Jaa en zijn non binaire vriend Colin Dah…


Donnie:  Holllarrr….! !

Natas Jaa:  hey boyyy,  kom erbij 

Donnie: een beetje weinig,en een beetje veel,  whuahhaha 

Colin Dah:  leuke onderbroek heb je aan, doe maar uit! !!

Donnie:  Pijp mij!! Vieze vuile slet die je bent!!

Colin Dah: Rarrrr!

Donnie: niet bijten he! !

Natas Jaa:  ik wil ook meedoen !

Donnie: jij moet op je beurt wachten,  fucking bitch, een voor een!!

Colin Dah: doe ik het goed Donnie! !

Donnie: bek houwe doorgaan!  Suck maar lekker door! !!

Natas Jaa deed een voorbinddildo aan en navigeerde naar de achterkant van Donnie 

Donnie: ahhh zonder te kloppen!!!

Natas Jaa:  surpise! !!

Donnie:  neuk mij suf,  doe alsof je een verkrachter bent !!! 

Natas Jaa: ik rape jouw ,vriend! !

Donnie: harder stoten kutwijf! !! 

Doe mij pijn hahaha😭 

Colin Dah:  mag ik je ook neuken,  please 

Donnie: zit nog vol kan niet kan niet, o wacht kan wel, stop maar in mijn mond,  ik pijp jouw Jaaaa!!! Oraal!

Colin Dah werd gepijpt terwijl Natas Jaa Donnie van achteren nam.  

Donnie:  Kijk ons gaan dan,  highfive bitches! !!

we zijn de drie eenheid 

Na hun orgasmes droogden ze elkaar af en knuffelden nog met elkaar. Donnie pakte Natas Jaa’s voet en likte haar zolen en sabbelde op haar tenen.  Natas Jaa kreunde. Donnie bleef doorgaan en knipte met zijn vingers. De sproeiers aan het plafond sproeide sexwater zoals Donnie dat noemt en de drie werden er nog geiler door. “Wat zit er in?”, vroeg Colin Dah. Een mengsel van rode wijn en mangosap. Hun lichamen werden rood besproeid en glibberig. Donnie maakte een buikschuiver en gleed de toilet binnen. Hij stond op en bekeek zichzelf in de spiegel. Natas Jaa kwam erbij en greep zijn piemel vast en trok hem af. Subtiel stout keek ze hem aan. Donnie werd emotioneel. 

Donnie:  het is zooo passend allemaal 😪

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present day
Eden Mansion


Tomboy:  🎵you can ring my beeeeeeeeeel🎵

Sheeba:  🎵ring my bell ding a ling a ling🎵

Tomboy : como es posible ese

Dannyboy:  it’s wonderful

Sheeba:  real customers!!!

Dannyboy:  overhere we call them guests 

Tomboy:  escucha amigo..

Sheeba:  how about the other part 

Dannyboy:  no other part,  this is the part 

Tomboy:  it is hard working huh??

Dannyboy:  yeah and I missed that 
psychial hard work relaxes me so much better then mental things 

Tomboy: the personnel looks so strong and all are in good shape 

Dannyboy:  working at a beach club is a total workout + cardio. And the first days my feet hurt but after a while you get used to it and did you know that your feet will become taller? My soft feet became hard in just two days. For drawing art, it is nice to have your foot drawn though because of the tendons that stand out well from your molested feet but not recommended for photography haha. but it is nice to massage your own feet and legs when you get home afterwards…

Tomboy: aha therefore that feetmassage ball at home…

Dannyboy: The reason why people are usually healty people in beachclubs is also that you work with food,  plus you have the breezing air of the sea with pure oxygen delivered.  This is air from the sea not from the town or village. 

Tomboy: Puta Madre!! Even the air is real 😱

Sheeba: Conjo!! 

Tomboy:  and the collegues??

Dannyboy:  amazing and cool folks to be part.  They are very super nice people. By the way we all work…together There is a profound system behind the navigation and coorporation of the whole club.The people who work here are the mainframe and the engine of the club. It is so perfectly organised. Maybe that is why it works so wonderful because everyone knows what to do. 

Tomboy: is there also alcohol 😁

Sheeba:  or my favorite Irish coffee 

Dannyboy:  yes there is but also other drinks

Tomboy:  what could you recommend us for the main dish 

Dannyboy: wow that is a good question what is your preference? ? Meat, fish or vegan?

Sheeba : fish! !!

Dannyboy:  try the menu of the day 

Tomboy:  do you catch the fish? ?

Dannyboy:  no someone else 

Tomboy: who 

Dannyboy:  I don’t know

Tomboy: haha just kidding, cabron!

Sheeba:  I heard that the deliverance is quite fast when ordering food 

Dannyboy:  yeah,  many guests say that too and to be quite honest i think it is normal to have your food asap. That is part of the service 

Tomboy: I am very happy for you Dannyboy,  it is nice to see you shining and doing fine 

Sheeba:  you are also enrolled into cinematic performances I noticed??

Dannyboy:  yeah I’m a film extra 

Tomboy:  fucking hell, now you will have more fans. .

Dannyboy:  I can handle fame,  it’s all right 

Sheeba:  tell me how do actors kiss each other,  do they kiss for real or is it staged 

Dannyboy:  usually they grab each others jaw and place their thumb and kiss on their own thumb and sometimes only lip on lip or a bit around it. It usually depends how much the interaction is between the actors.

Tomboy: is it the same as doing a mouth to mouth reanimation? 

Dannyboy:  sort of.. but much more acting 

Tomboy: in real life you are quite a shy and introvert person but in your artsy moods you go all the way 

Sheeba:  fearless..

Dannyboy:  it’s a way of expressing my innerspace in a open tolerable setting

Tomboy: you naughtyboy…

Sheeba: its a surprising world entertainment, lot of rejections right?

Dannyboy: from the 20 assigments or so usually one or two pass, but hey that is how you start in filmbusiness. Also sometimes the take must taken over and over again. Sometimes the microphone comes into the view, or sometimes someone sneezes or coughing, also it happened during a shower scene that the girl didnt want to take of her bra. she just said to cgi it in post production. After an half hour she did it anyway but pressed her boobies firmly against my chest.

Tomboy : it a girl thing yo

Dannyboy: i respect that,,its okay

Sheeba:  do you also do porn roles?

Dannyboy:  I’ve been asked but I refused 

Sheeba:  why??

Dannyboy:  usually the script lacks depth or a purpose it is just fucking and having sex 

Tomboy: so that means you will do nudity but only when it is functional 

Dannyboy:  precisely 

Sheeba:  is there still a artistic impression you have on your bucket list??

Dannyboy:  I would love to be written on all over my body with words and slogans as a statement against the fact that whatever someone labels you (by the words and slogans) you still must be brave to just be yourself and that you don’t give any shit about the stigmas or labels people put on you 

Tomboy:  that is a good one 

Sheeba: how about the piramide plan,  I mean now you brought everyone back to their own corner. 

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heden
De Onderwereld

Persephone was het wachten beu en ging naar Psyche. Haar doel: de tijdmachine bemachtigen. Psyche was niet echt verbaasd toen ze Persephone ontmoette

Psyche:  Zus…

Persephone:  waar is het?!

Psyche:  is van mij!

Persephone:  geef !!! ik wil het ook even gebruiken

Psyche: waarom?  We mogen daar niet zomaar komen !

Persephone:  Jawel! Want het kan gewoon met die karavaan

Psyche: nee. …mag niet. Ik waak over de tijdskaravaan. En weldra zal de tijdreiziger het weer nodig hebben.

Persephone: behekst ben zelfs jij door de karavaan en de tijdreiziger is hier niet! En de karavaan bevat onze materie.  Het is van mij!!

Psyche: Nee! De tijdskaravaan blijft hier!

Persephone werd bloedlink en schreeuwde het uit van frustratie en gooide een bliksemschicht naar Psyche die ze nog maar net kon ontwijken…samen vlogen ze naar de tijdskaravaan en raakten verwikkeld in een immens gevecht….

1942
Auswitsch

De duitse opperbevelhebber liep naar zijn bunker en schrok zich een ongeluk,een gigantisch elipsvormige ei-achtige machine zat in de bunker.  De opperbevelhebber kon het niet weerstaan en raakte de ei aan. Een combinatie van lichflitsen verschenen en de opperbevelhebber kwam weer tot zijn positieven. Hij stond op en kwam tot de ontdekking dat zijn kleren veranderd waren. Hij bekeek zichzelf en zag zijn ondervoede lichaam. Zijn lichaam was veranderd. “Meine Got”, mompelde hij. Het drong eindelijk tot hem door…
Hij was veranderd in een jood! Hij rende hard gillend zijn bunker uit en werd toen neergeschoten door zijn eigen soldaten…

1987
India

Babuji en Beti konden het maar niet eens worden over het aanstaande huwelijk van hun dochter Rani. Een heftige woordenwisseling vond er plaats

Babuji:  wo hindu nahi hai! Biyaa nahi hosakta

Beti:  kyu nahin,  ladka hai yaar

Babuji: marriage cancel hoga!

De vader des huizes was behoorlijk pissed. Zijn dochter is in de ban van een pakistaan en dat zint hem totaal niet. Hij was klaar met discusieren en ging douchen. Toen hij zich afdroogde in zijn kamer zag hij een een gigantisch elipsvormige ei-achtige machine staan in zijn tuin.  Hij liep er naartoe. Hij raakte het aan. Daarna klonk er een kreet en Beti kwam naar buiten gerend. Haar man was veranderd in een. ..pakistaan
Babuji besefte dit ook en gooide zichzelf van de bergen af en viel dood neer in het ravijn….

1962
Ku Klux Klan meeting USA

De beulen schaterden van het lachen toen ze hun slachtoffer zagen verbrand worden aan hun kruis. Een van de beulen had teveel wijn gedronken en moest eventjes plassen. Hij zocht een plekje in de struiken op het veld verderop en keek verbaasd op toen hij een gigantisch elipsvormige ei-achtige machine zag staan. Hij raakte deze aan uit nieuwgierigheid en lichtflitsen en vonken namen bezit van hem. Toen hij weer bij zijn positieven kwam zag hij dat hij veranderd was in een afrikaan. Waarschijnlijk kwam dit door de wijn dacht hij. Vlug nam hij een flinke teug en wederom een enorme flitslicht nam bezit van hem. Hij verdween spontaan in het niets…en de elipsvormige ei eveneens…

2040
Thuisfront.

Dominique en Elisabeth waren aan het dobberen in hun zwembadje en Dannyboy en zijn vrouw zochten hun verkoeling onder de parasol. Ze praatten nog na over hun avonturen door de tijd…

Dannyboy:  dus nadat wij weer nuchter werden in het  alternatieve verleden zijn we weer teruggebeamd naar onze heden.

Elisabeth: waar is de tijdmachine dan?

Dominique:  die heeft hij achtergelaten bij Psyche als tegenprestatie. .

Elisabeth: tegenprestatie voor wat?

Dannyboy: om de quantum tijd weer te resetten van het alternatieve verleden.

Elisabeth: Ik snap het niet…

Dannyboy: het alternatieve verleden is weer zoals het moest zijn..vanaf een bepaald punt..Ik werd teruggezet in het verleden van het alternatieve verleden waarna ik vervolgens terug ben gebeamd naar onze tijd doordat ik nuchter werd

Dominique: een ware hersenkraker pff..

Elisabeth:  maar hoe loopt de tijd daar nu dan?

Dannyboy: vanaf het moment dat ik bij het hartvormige eetstand was loopt alles weer verder. .

Dominique:  ik vond het best wel leuk daar

Elisabeth:  Ik ook..

De vrouw van Dannyboy was er minder enthousiast onder en zakte ongesympathiseerd verder in haar ligstoel.Ze had niks met het gewone verleden laat staan het alternatieve verleden….

Heden
Onderwereld

Een hevige gevecht was gaande. De godinnen van de Onderwereld waren aan elkaar gewaagd. Het ging er heftig aan toe.

Psyche: Jij hebt alleen maar haat!

Persephone:  jij bent te lief!

Plotseling klonk er een vreemd geluid en gingen de deuren van de tijdsmachine open. Een naakte neger stapte uit en ratelde in het Duits: “wo bin ich”?

Persephone:  wie is dit?

Psyche: Geen idee zus, maar het is niet de tijdsreiziger

Onmiddelijk gooide Persephone een paar vlammen naar de naakte man en verbranden hem tot as….

2040
Thuisfront

Elisabeth: ik zat zo te denken….
Als de tijdmachine bij Psyche is dan kunnen er abnominalies ontstaan. Absurditeiten in ruimte en tijd.

Dannyboy: je krijgt reflecties om te balans te herstellen. Alles wat is ….word omgedraaid.

Elisabeth: karma. .

Vrouw van Dannyboy: De machine is fine tuned met de herkenning van mijn man. Alles wat er niks mee te maken heeft zal veranderen…

Elisabeth: iets worden waar je van houd..

Dominique: of iets worden wat je enorm haat

Elisabeth:  of iets wat je liefhebt maar uiteindelijk gaat haten..of iets haat maar verliefd word..

Dannyboy: wat gebeurt er als de “intruder” van de machine dronken wil betreden? Word het object ook teruggebeamd als deze nuchter word. En word de machine ook weer teruggebeamd naar de oorspronkelijke plek?

Elisabeth: dus bij Psyche. Waar ze het beheert

Vrouw van Dannyboy : Precies! We moeten onze tijdmachine terugkrijgen.

Dannyboy: terug vragen eigenlijk. De machine bevat hun materie.

Vrouw van Dannyboy: Maar ook onze materie.

Dannyboy: ze zal de machine uiteindelijk terugbrengen.

Vrouw van Dannyboy : en hoe dat zo?

Dannyboy: Omdat het niets uitmaakt wiens materie er inzit

Vrouw van Dannyboy: Want het is uiteindelijk onze creatie..

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Heden
Onderwereld

Psyche: waarom heb je dat gedaan?

Persephone: balans….Zus

Psyche: gelukkig is het hier gebeurt. Alles wat vernietigd keert terug. Danzij jouw vuurwerpende gifts heb je hem weer terug gebracht naar de oorsprong.

Persephone:  Ik raak beinvloed door je goedheid.

De godinnen vochten op mentaal vlak door. En het werd duidelijk dat zelfs Persephone voor de magische schoonheid en liefde voor Psyche viel

Psyche: laten we een plan bedenken en deze karavaan terugbrengen

Nog voordat Persephone wat kon zeggen onderbrak Psyche haar…

Psyche: samen inderdaad

Lieflijk stapten beide godinnen de tijdsmachine in. Als door een vloek gedreven liet Persephone haar rivaal voorgaan bij het binnen stappen. Haar duistere ogen glunderden van extase. Was dit een sympathieke geste of een verborgen sluwe truc van de heerseres van de onderwereld? In ieder geval heeft ze gekregen wat ze wilde: naar de Aarde komen…

Present Day
Eden Mansion

Boring times in the nudist complex.Everyone was or somewhere else.. or sleeping..or doing nothing..or listening to music….

Tomboy:  🎶 i am a barbie gurlll in a barbie wuuurld🎶

Sheeba:  listen up yo, I heard he refuses to talk about private things like work and other activities.

Tomboy: his other activities are also work.In fact it means that even on his free times he works.

Sheeba: but then why having so much “kapsones”

Tomboy: Take notice he is full active nowadays also into film extra roles and other art assignments. It is like an explosion of creativity for him. To feel enriched by the flavours of art. Therefore he has no times for “normal” things.

Sheeba: because it is boring for him.

Tomboy: normal is boring

Sheeba:  but the “kapsones” thing. That is what annoys me.

Tomboy: he is not arrogant but features star-allure
He is becoming famous. Don’t you understand puta!

Sheeba: puta madre!

Tomboy:yeah!

Sheeba: he don’t even talks to us about his movie assignments yo, what the fuck!!!

Tomboy: true he tells in general that he was on a movie set…and that’s all.

Sheeba: Conjo

Tomboy: he is not allowed to tell anything about it until the production is distributed and released.

Sheeba: it is the world of fame and showbiz, I think he likes it and fully enjoys it.

Tomboy: he really is getting warmed up. He told me that he gets offers of  more controversially and out of the box productions.

Sheeba: bodypainting is still on his bucketlist

Tomboy: naked?

Sheeba:totally…

Tomboy: for performance art or photo art?

Sheeba: both I guess..

Tomboy: this motherfucker yo…

Sheeba: hell of a boy..

Tomboy: but his focus is mainly on cinema. That area..

Sheeba: he is getting more and more roles and also some controversial assignments

Tomboy: he has a past as fine art nude model, he is not prudent and fearless
producers love actors who can go all the way

Sheeba: Then you have the right one with him

Tomboy: the way how he told me about that foot fetish thing, that when he is is an state of drunkness more actually in a state of delirium and sleeps he gets sexually triggeed when you touch his feet.

Sheeba: i noticed that when you touch his feetsoles he gets a boner

Tomboy: he is very sensitive person…..

Sheeba: I heard he got media-training?

Tomboy: yeah, how to cope with fans and media. But also things like what time is best for post on twitter and other social media.How to stay in touch with your fans, how to stay on the ground, How to be humble. That sort of things..

Sheeba: sound really nice and now it makes sense why he is so distant.

Tomboy: to us after a while he will always behave “normal” because we are his friends he knows that

Sheeba: his best friends 😚

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2017 (alternatieve verleden)
Zoetermeer

Aan een stuk door was Donnie aan het ijsberen in zijn stulpje. De prostituees die hij had besteld lagen allemaal te slapen. Ze konden niet meer. Maar Donnie wel. Donnie had teveel cocaïne gesnoven en was mega geil en hyper. In zijn euforische moment belde hij naar “Malle Pietje” de psychiatrische instelling waar absolute gekken zijn.

Donnie:  godverdomme!  Eindelijk iemand aan de lijn!

Operator: goede avond wat kan ik voor u doen?

Donnie: Uhhh ja hallo heeft u ook gehandicapten?

Operator: pardon?

Donnie: weet je wie ik ben?

Operator:  wie dan?

Donnie: je baas

Operator: zijne koninklijke gestoordheid, het is u!

Donnie: aha een liefhebber!

Operator:  Dank je wel baas!

Donnie: luister eens sufkut..heb je daar gehandicapten of niet?!

Operator:  wel iemand die dement is

Donnie: met of zonder kunstgebit???

Operator:  met volgens mij

Donnie: uitstekend! ik kom er zo aan met mijn “goodiebag”

Operator: Ok de koffie staat klaar!

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Tijdloos
De Oneindige Kosmos

De godinnen verkenden het interieur van de tijdmachine terwijl deze door het oneindige heelal vaarde. Tijdens hun nieuwsgierige zoektocht stootten ze tegen een kastje aan boven de besturing. Een fles wijn rolde naar beneden.De fles brak..De tijdmachine vulde zich met minuscule wijn atomen en begon te beven. Lichtbollen en flitsen mengden zich tussen de verbazing van de godinnen. Een knal…

Het werd zwart….

2017 (alternatieve verleden) 
Zoetermeer 

Vanuit het nieuwe gemaakte venster van Solina’s Boutique zagen Wang Kee en Lee Sah een gestalte afkomen op het gebouw.een bizar tafereel aangezien de lucht om deze gestalte duister en vaag was…
Ze gingen naar buiten om te kijken wat er aan de hand was. 
Een zwerm van granaatappel pitjes vloog op hen af.De duistere gestalte liep naar ze toe. Met iedere voetstap ging het gras eronder spontaan dood en braken alle bomen in de omgeving af. Vogels vielen dood neer uit de lucht.Katten en honden vielen om.Wolken pakten zich samen en de hemel sloeg rood/zwart aan.De godin van de onderwereld slaakte een orgasme kreet van euforie…

Persephone: eindelijk! 

Ze nam haar menselijke vorm aan en stapte verder af op de aardelingen van Solina’s Boutique….

Wang Kee: hallo mevlouw! 

Lee Sah: bent u op zoek naar iemand?

Wang Kee: jij ook tijdleizigel? 

Persephone:  tijdreiziger???

waar is hij??

Lee Sah : Hij is weg

Persephone: neeeee!!

Persephone’s woede brak aan en ze greep Wang Kee vast en gooide hem met supersonische vaart een eind het park in. Wang Kee kwam heel erg ongelukkig ten val en brak zijn rug nek en benen….en bewoog niet meer

 Lee Sah : Neeeee! 

Ternauwernood kon ze de vlammen ontwijken die Persephone op haar vuurde. Ze dook een nabijgelegen greppeltje in en was uit het zicht gegaan.

De slachting van Persephone had de aandacht getrokken  van meer mensen uit de boutique..Sacha en Djazza Meen renden door de zwerm granaatappelpitjes en rondvliegend takken en puin naar de tijdmachine..

Sacha: Djazza Meen….blijf hier!!

Djazza Meen: geen zorgen , i got this!

Persephone materialiseerde een gouden zwaard uit het niets en onthoofdde per direct Djazza Meen. Haar afgehakte hoofd rolde naast het lijk van Wang Kee. Sacha schrok zich te pletter en  probeerde schreeuwend weg te rennen maar de zwaard doorboorde het lichaam van Sacha. Het bloed spoot in liters uit haar aorta en stuiptrekkend lag ze op de grond toen Persephone voorover gebogen aan haar vroeg…

” waar…..is….. hij?”

Geen respons. Ze plante haar voet op het gezicht van Sacha en plette haar schedel kapot. De koningin van de onderwereld was los en kon niet gestopt worden. Zeker niet in haar woede bui.Ze wilde meer . Haar honger is nog lang niet gestild. Haar blik viel op het gebouw aan de overkant…Ze liep er naartoe…Op het bordes van Emi-Lee enterprises zat Antoinette een peukie te roken en zwaaide beleefd naar Persephone die op haar afkwam.Dat vond Persephone blijkbaar niet zo leuk.Het is blijkbaar nogal denigrerend om te zwaaien naar deze godin. Een discus met gouden tanden vloog rechtstreeks naar de halsslagader van Antoinette. Het bloed spoot alle kanten op en ook zij legde het loodje. Persephone stapte over haar lijk heen en liep de gang op van EmiLee-enterprises..richting de kantine.Daar zaten Patrice en Ray Chell rustig te genieten van hun espresso aan een tafeltje met tegenover Solina en Kim Ba Lee die  hun smoothies dronken. Persephone stond in de deuropening en met haar mentale krachten sloeg ze de deur dicht van de kantine. Solina, Kim Ba Lee, Patrice en Ray Chell zaten opgesloten. Patrice probeerde te ontsnappen. Persephone greep hem bij zijn kraag en keek in zijn ogen..

Persephone: kijk me aan! 

De fotonen uitwisseling met haar ogen kwamen in de irissen van Patrice, hij bleef stil staan en kreeg een keiharde hersenbloeding en kokende organen. Toen ontplofte zijn hoofd en viel neer. Ray Chell zag haar kans en probeerde te ontsnappen uit het luikje van de kantine. Ze slaagde erin om toch door het luikje te komen alleen haar jurk scheurde en ze viel in haar ondergoed beneden op de prikkeldraad die onder stroom stond.Heel gelukkig kwam ze ernaast terecht en maakte zich snel uit de voeten en was verdwenen. Persephone’s handen begonnen al te gloeien toen ze zich omdraaide naar de overgebleven twee…

Solina greep in..en ging in gesprek…

Solina: wat wil je?!

Persephone: de tijdreiziger waar is hij??

Solina: hij is er, maar niet hier

Briesend stond Persephone voor Solina. Nog voordat ze wat kon doen vloog een koffiekan met hete thee  naar het gezicht van Persephone .Kim Ba Lee gaf support maar stond perplex want het had niet erg veel effect. Ze keek nog vlug naar Solina om te bedenken wat ze zouden doen. Opeens vloog de deur open. Een delegatie Emi-Lee enterprises stond hier onder aanvoering van Lee Dee Yah met Ray Mee , Larsson, Rubin en Hu Geau gewapend met….bestek! Vorkjes en steak messen reflecteerden het spiegelbeeld van Persephone.Hier kon ze niet tegen! Nog voordat ze kwaadaardig kon reageren verscheen Emilio in de deuropening van de kantine. Met een zak rijst. Mexicaans geïmporteerde rijst. 

Lee Dee Yah: gooi dan! 

Emilio: hoppakee! 

Poedervormige substantie dwarrelde neer en kleefde zich aan Persephone. Een immense lichbol verscheen uit het niets en nam beslag van de ruimte. Intense lichtflitsen en bliksemschichten. Een knal en Persephone was verdwenen..

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Tijdloos
De Oneindige Kosmos 

Toen het felle licht weer terugtrok merkte Persephone dat ze terug was in de tijdmachine. Psyche vertelde dat ze bedwelmd raakte door de wijn in de Karavaan en hierdoor transporteerde ze naar de alternatieve tijdsdimensie veroorzaakt door de gemeenschappelijke zielsbelevingen en oorzaken van de godinnen met de krachten van de “Karavaan” 

Persephone : ik was er …bijna

Psyche: in de reflectie

Persephone: reflectie? 

Psyche: ja

Persephone: Pure walging…. ik walg van ze!…ik ga weer naar mijn onderwereld

Psyche: Zus….ga maar…

Persphone: Vaarwel…Zus…

Psyche had de leiding overgenomen tijdens Persephone’s trip naar het alternatieve verleden. En draaide de zaken dusdanig dat de situatie nu zo is dat Persephone terug is gegaan naar de onderwereld.Hier zit geen verstandelijke reden of constructie achter. Dit is meer. Een beminnelijk passievol ontwerp met hartochtelijke design. Hier is de Ziel in het spel gekomen. En dat is dus het gebied van Psyche…immers ze is de godin van de Ziel. En klaarblijkelijk zijn haar krachten toegenomen sinds ze de tijdmachine beheerde. Gouden en zilveren engeltjes met marmeren kroontjes vlogen in de “karavaan” en harp toontjes speelden op de denkgolven van Psyche. Genietend zag ze in “throwback -view” hoe ze Persephone had vergiftigd met haar eigen haat. De karavaan reflecteerd het tegenovergestelde.Psyche gaf haar express zoveel liefde want dan zou ze uiteindelijk zichzelf haten als ze zichzelf zag. Haar ultieme zelfadoratie reflecteerde haar eigenlijke walging. Ze walgt van mensen waardoor ze beter in de onderwereld kan blijven dan op Aarde te komen. Of is Persephone juist Psyche te slim af geweest door haar een suggestie te geven dat ze niet perse naar Aarde wil komen.

En later toch brutaal terugkeert naar de oorspronkelijke Aarde tijd. Of liet Psyche express Persephone voor gaan om te kijken hoe de tijdmachine werkt? Immers de tijdmachine had ook zelfs effect op de godinnen. En vanuit beide kanten werden hun krachten meervoudigd.
Het was een bizarre schouwspel en lastig vrijwel onmogelijk te peilen wat de godinnen van plan waren. Psyche probeerde intussen uit te vogelen hoe ze in de juiste Aarde-tijd kon komen. Met een rustige tred vaarde de tijdmachine verder in de oneindige kosmos….

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2040
Thuisfront

Dannyboy lag op de bank tv te kijken. Zijn vrouw lag met haar hoofd op zijn schoot met haar voeten balancerend op de rand van de bank. Het ronkende geluid van de naderende tijdsmachine bracht ze naar buiten in de tuin.

Vrouw: Er is iets geland in ons tuin

Dannyboy(met een zucht..) : ..ze hebben de tijdmachine terug gebracht.

De deur vloog open van de tijdmachine. Engelengeur en vlinders vulden de tuin. Alle kleuren vlinders. En alle soorten muziekdeuntjes kwamen tegelijk naar buiten….

Psyche: Hier… speciaal voor jou 

Dannyboy: Dank je! Heb je er wat aan gehad?

Psyche: het was onderdeel van het algehele plan. Ik moest wel. 

Dannyboy: plan? 

Psyche: Vaarwel lieve Dannyboy 

Dannyboy: lieve godin echt super bedankt voor uw support!

Vrouw: serieus een godin die de tijdmachine komt terug geven, dan moet je wel van goede makelij zijn Dannyboy

Dannyboy: ik ben so hyper blij en direct ook erg geil ineens

Dannyboy’s vrouw liet haar blousje zakken en toonde haar harde tepels. Die schreeuwden om aandacht. Dannyboy’s aandacht. Het was tijd voor wat actie .Hij greep haar tieten en zoog aan haar tepels als een wilde zwijn. Het gegrom maakte de vrouw alleen maar geiler. Ze duwde zijn hoofd naar beneden…

Vrouw : bef mij 

Dannyboy: hier ?? In de tuin?

Vrouw : ja..in…onze..tuin….in…onze….Eden 

Ze trok al haar kleren uit pakte naakt de tuinslang en spoot zichzelf nat. Dannyboy was inmiddels uitgekleed en liep naar zijn vrouw. Hij pakte een madeliefje van de grond en hield het voor haar gezicht. Zachtjes fluisterde ze tegen hem: 

” stop het maar in mijn kut”

Dannyboy deed wat hem gevraagd werd. En likte om haar bloemetje . Haar vrucht zwelde op en snakte naar meer

“Dieper ” fluisterde ze 

“Ja mevrouw zei Dannyboy gehoorzaam”

Ze kwam  klaar. Maar….ze wilde nog meer. Ga door!!, schreeuwde ze .. Zijn keiharde erectie schoof hij haar binnen. Ze was kleddernat. Ze squirte heel erg veel en behoorlijk ver. Ze was een fontein van vruchtbare sappen

Dannyboy: lekker bezig!

Vrouw: jij ook boeffie ! 

Dannyboy: pijp me…

Ze greep zijn knots vast en sabbelde en keek hem aan. Recht in zijn ogen. Hij genoot ervan. Zij ook. Hij noemde haar slet tussendoor. Dat vond ze niet erg. Ze was graag de slet. Zijn hypergeile slettenbak..

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2017 (alternatieve verleden )
Zoetermeer

De leiders van de Chinese community waren erg ontdaan van het tafereel die Persephone teweeg had gebracht in Zoetermeer. Hun mede broeders en zusters hadden het treurige nieuws ontvangen. En gaven gestalte aan hun verwerking van het rouwproces…

Lau Chan:kankelzooi mijn vliend doodgemaakt….ik wil wlaak!!

Jon Kee: kanniet veel te stelk

Lau Chan: waalom?

Jon Kee: andele dimensie 

Lau Chan: lafaald! 

Jon Kee: wlaak niet helpen, zij ons ook doodmaken. 

Lau Chan: Wang Kee goeie jongen, maalle nu dood

Jon Kee: echte jammel

You Pee: wanneel beglave?

Lau Chan: goeie vlaag! 

Jon Kee: You Pee jouw bek stinkt

You Pee: jouw glootmoedel kut!

Lau Chan: oke stoppe maal, Plaatjes vulle geen gaatje!

De Chinezen stelden voor Wang Kee een gepaste begrafenis te geven en maakten alles gereed.
Lee Sah die de slachting had overleefd kwam drijfnat aanlopen. En zag hoe Wang Kee begraven werd. Woorden leken te zijn verdwenen bij haar. Iets in haar was gebroken op dat moment. Zonder nauwelijks te knipperen met haar ogen en zonder enige emotie viel ze neer op de grond en liet haar tranen gaan…

Verderop was ook Donnie op de hoogte gebracht van deze medogenloze slachtende entiteit zoals deze in het nieuws werd genoemd. Hij ontfermde zich over Lee Sah en sprak: 

“Hey….hey meisje. Psst. Jouw vriend was ook mijn vriend

Lee Sah: echt?

Donnie: jaaaa! 😁 en ik heb iets heel speciaals haha. Kom met me mee naar de casa dan stel ik je voor aan mijn repair groep…

Lee Sah keek nog bedenkelijk maar ging mee…

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Tijdloos
De Oneindige Kosmos

Zo blij hij was zo vrolijk vaarde de tijdmachine door het heelal. Het leek alsof de materie van de tijdmachine er ook gewoon blij van werd. In feite was hij nu voorzien van alle antwoorden op zijn vragen en kon hij nu bouwen en het beste maken van alles. De tijdmachine nam een lift beweging naar beneden en weldra zou Dannyboy iemand ontmoeten.Terwijl deze rustig landde schoten gedachte kronkels door Dannyboy’s geest. Wie zou het nu zijn? Welke dolende geest in deze 4de dimensie zou hij nu weer tegenkomen? Met welk doel? Voor wat? Waarom? 

Het was hem nu ook wel duidelijk geworden dat de tijdmachine een aanstekelijke effect op hem had gekregen. Is het zoeken naar antwoorden de werkelijke queeste? Of is het reizen opzich het interessante aan deze beleving? Het maakte Dannyboy niet zoveel uit. Als je maar het beste en positieve ervan ziet..dan komen de mooie dingen vanzelf naar je toe…

Toen de tijdmachine was geland en Dannyboy eruit was gestapt zag hij gouden en ivoren wanden. Romeins of Grieks leek het wel. Een dame met bruine haarlokken in een Romeinse badkuip met pastelkleurige rookwolken om haar heen. Waarschijnlijk een heldin uit de klassieken dacht hij. Dannyboy herkende haar schoonheid maar kon haar niet plaatsen.Toen ze een kannetje melk over haar heen goot herkende hij haar. Ze baadde in ezelinnenmelk .O mijn hemel wat was ze toch beeldschoon in echte zin.  “Ongelooflijk het is haar echt” 

“Cleopatra!”

Hij pakte haar hand vast en gaf een kusje 

Cleopatra: ze hadden gelijk ..

Dannyboy: wat ?

Cleopatra: een vleier

Dannyboy: ach ze zeggen soms zoveel 

Cleopatra: menigeen zou jaloers kunnen worden 

Dannyboy: op onze mooiheid?

Cleopatra: precies

Dannyboy: wat doe je er tegen?

Cleopatra: geef ze wat ze willen 

Dannyboy: hoe bedoel je?

Cleopatra: men kiest er toch zelf voor om jaloers te zijn? 

Dannyboy: maar waarom jezelf kwellen om jaloers te worden? 

Cleopatra: Omdat de mensheid een zwakke levensvorm is. Wraak, woede, leedvermaak en dus ook jaloezie zijn drijfveren geworden van motivatie.

Dannyboy: de mensheid is zwaar achteruit gegaan 

Cleopatra: toen al….was de mensheid al ziek.

Dannyboy: dus juist deze dingen maakt de mensheid toch kapot

Cleopatra: Dat is wat de slimmeriken dan uiteindelijk begrepen. Geen haat maar liefde als drijfveer hebben

Dannyboy: haat komt immers voort uit liefde

Cleopatra: soort herkent soort 

Ze gaf een kusje op de wangen van Dannyboy, haar Macedonische zwarte lokken en Romeinse mascara deed Dannyboy’s hart sneller kloppen. Hij gaf een laatste vriendelijke blik en stapte weer zijn tijdmachine binnen en was tevreden met deze ontmoeting. Positiviteit zal altijd zegevieren. Met die gedachte en veel meer sterrenstof vervolgde de tijdmachine zijn route door de oneindige kosmos….

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Eden Mansion
Present times

Tomboy: we are in solidarity with solitary

Sheeba: crème de la mer

Tomboy: conjo!

Sheeba: puta…

Tomboy: madre!

Sheeba: how did you like the experiment?

Dannyboy: different…no sex

Sheeba:not?

Dannyboy: not even a reason to

Tomboy: unlike with us so boring

Dannyboy: it comes down to that indeed

Tomboy: good huh mine?

Dannyboy: fuck you!

Sheeba: are you already getting star allure from your movie assignments?

Tomboy: diva behavior

Dannyboy: Not at all, I behave normal

Tomboy: how then?

Sheeba: yes how then?

Dannyboy: media training 💁

Tomboy: can you tell us more about that?

Dannyboy: no i can’t

Sheeba: why not

Dannyboy: protocol

Tomboy: shit man!

Sheeba: conjo!

Dannyboy: what’s nice to know is that I’m in a movie with and **** and ****

Tomboy: fucking hell *D**** and ****!!!

Dannyboy: yeah! And **** as well

Sheeba: motherfocker!!!

Dannyboy: those are the fun moments of movie assignments as a movie special. Sometimes with sometimes without text

Tomboy: long wait between takes
Dannyboy: true. That’s why you end up being more picky with picking assignments

Sheeba: which factors are important for a film special

Tomboy : yes which ones exactly?

Dannyboy: distance to travel ratio, casting agency, start time, wrap time, catering, lunch, dinner, payout, certainty that the scene will make it to the final editing. That is important to me

Sheeba: I would only participate if I’m sure I’m participating in the scene

Dannyboy: that is the approach yes

Tomboy: does that make you more picky in your choice of roles?

Dannyboy: yes, mostly by hearing from your networks.

Tomboy: how do fellow film specials feel about your experience in this industry?

Dannyboy: on a certain level some specials are also bit fans of each other 😁🙌.

I am becoming quite well known in that world I can confirm yes.

Tomboy: does that also have to do with your past as an art model?

Dannyboy: some casting agencies and or productions feast on this, sometimes I notice I suddenly get a very big lucrative offer.

Sheeba: the path to stardom is starting to open up Dannyboy….

Dannyboy: well I don’t see it that way, for me it is an interesting enrichment for my artistic moods. An outlet for being able to be different under permissibly tolerant circumstances. In the right frameworks. it must have a purpose. My hobby as work. By the way, I don’t want to just figure, which is why I’m also now picking more roles with a bit of a contoversial edge or with an experimental angle or where you’re really involved in, say, the script and dialogue.

Tomboy: I understood you are going to do film academy?

Dannyboy: could be who knows?

Sheeba: or that you are going to work abroad for a while?

Dannyboy: also an extraordinary option

Tomboy: call center?

Dannyboy: can but something more active . Sitting for 8 hours is not for me.

Sheeba: calling doesn’t suit me either,is so impersonal, you don’t even see the other person, and why are they talking? What is it?

Dannyboy: Not even that, the administrative part is more fun. Something more active than sitting all the time

Tomboy: so we never see you in a call center again?

Dannyboy: I didn’t say that , but for now I like this setting of being a restaurant and hotelier. Someday I will get back to working cozily with the people I was with. Right now, I actually don’t even know which way or direction I’m going to turn for the next 6 months. Fortunately, I can spend the next few weeks thinking it through and juxtaposing all the options.

Tomboy: It was quite an experience huh working on the beach?

Dannyboy: Learned a lot. And got a lot more perspective on things.

Tomboy: hospitality people fuck each other….

Dannyboy: no comment…

Sheeba: why tell?

Dannyboy: that’s private unfortunately none of your business.

Tomboy: separation with work and private how is that in hospitality industry?

Dannyboy: perfect!

Sheeba: yet you’ve kept your decent online concerns

Dannyboy: look…essentially it doesn’t matter a fuck what you do or are privately.

Sheeba: that saves feedback

Dannyboy: feedback you get with a hint in a friendly way….

Sheeba: so essentially it doesn’t matter

Dannyboy: You have to keep things well separated from each other. But basically in hospitality it doesn’t matter that much. One is too busy. The impression becomes a fleeting representation from one’s private time and thats it. I remember I was editing some photos from previous photo shoots on my new phone. Then had whatsapp installed and forgot to delete the photos

Sheeba: 😁

Dannyboy: after that I had a relaxing shift in the warehouse with the boss. And a little later I was picked up by colleagues and we went out! Party!!!

Tomboy: what the fuck!!!

Dannyboy: was really fun and then I got a supportive gesture from one of my colleagues. Who told me that things in acting mode can always cause a fuss …except with the actors themselves. Besides, I have a boss who did the art academy.

Tomboy: artists understand each other

Dannyboy: same minded is same level

Tomboy: catering people drink a lot huh

Dannyboy: yes they do! You should, it keeps you sharp

Tomboy: and regular parties

Dannyboy: you have standard after-dinner drinks after your shift and anyway part of the nearby events that take place on the beach. It really is real life hear!!! For me the best summer so far. Super nice guests who visit the beach club, and regularly returning guests. With some you even get a bond. Some even call you by name.

Sheeba: What strikes me is how close hospitality folks are with each other.

Dannyboy: You have to imagine that when you’re constantly slaving away in tropical temperatures all kinds of emotions can run through you.It is quite normal that sometimes a colleague needs a moment of rest.Otherwise you collapse!You have a lot going on. At the same time! That’s why the bond with crew is very good.Full respect and loving

Tomboy: did you get “feedback” about your sexual orientation here since you are pansexual?Dannyboy: irrelevant, nobody cares

Tomboy: seriously?That…is…fucking…beautiful

Dannyboy: almost more than half the staff is bisexual or bicurious or has had a bi past. It doesn’t matter in this place what the fuck you are

Tomboy: yeah high five!!!Dannyboy: pats!

Sheeba: the bribes cum conversion therapists then hardly get a grip on the situation

Dannyboy: the situation changes every time that’s why ! 😃 But….well, it is good to know that the approach is based on house, tree and beast.

Tomboy: so the people from the beach club saw that right

Dannyboy: that’s why I felt very comfortable there.No conversion therapy practices.But the free life.

Sheeba: conversion therapy like from your so-called family people can actually cause someone to react out of rebellion and start exploring things from their sexuality.

Dannyboy: then you wonder what exactly is the purpose of conversion therapy?

Tomboy: they are smears and hypocrites. “You so vehemently oppose different sexuality but go and engage in it?” How hypocritical can you be? If you are gay or bi or pan or queer and show interest in me then I get it. But if from your culture or religion you are against it? Then why are you looking for it?

Sheeba: Because they are confused about their own sexual orientation, they weigh their discipline for their cultural background against their hidden lusts. Essentially, their are the ones who therefore need conversion therapy. Because they are too sensitive to different sexuality. And can’t resist temptation.

Dannyboy: luckily I didn’t suffer from this hassle at all on the beach.

Tomboy: did you know that that the chances that bi and pansexuals end up marrying someone of the opposite sex are higher than gay and lesbians?

Dannyboy: correct.

Tomboy: how many dates did you have last summer?

Dannyboy: in category or total?

Tomboy: category…

Dannyboy: one of everything: 9 or 10 in total. one male then one non binair and then all females.

Tomboy: slut!

Dannyboy: no .. no slut .. single 🙌

Sheeba: you have also become more naughty and assertive since you work there

Dannyboy: The kitchen staff I had a lot to do with took care of that. A combination of an Italian with North-African roots and a few Latinos will make you bolder by itself. 

Sheeba: you have also changed in body, your obliques are more prominent, and your love handles contain notches. Your buttocks are rounder and your interior of your thighs are slimmer

Dannyboy: … so you check me well haha …. and collar muscles are more developed and flat stomach and muscular feet … but aside … on average I traveled 17km on a working day of 8 hours on average. That shows your body enormously. 

Sheeba: I would hate to be standing all the time

Dannyboy: you get used to that after a few days, in the beginning you get a lot of calluses and scratches and scratches on your feet, but afterwards even that falls back

Tomboy: that’s why you have such soft feet

Dannyboy: two things to keep in mind in catering is footwear and foot care. Taking care of your feet is fine but also think of your shoes.

Sheeba: as a part-time runner, that’s no problem for you 

Dannyboy: right but there is a difference between 8 hours on your feet then running a marathon in 4 hours. Your feet change enormously after a few months of catering, an in becoming bunion on my left foot. And stretched tendons. Your feet also get a little longer after a while. 

Sheeba: Right, your feet are expanding and if you are wearing too tight shoes you will have teenbots shifts and sole changes in the foreseeable future.

Dannyboy: how do you know this?

Tomboy: she also worked in catering 

Dannyboy: Speaking of running, nice times are coming, combining with working and the movie rolls in between. I’m looking forward to it

Sheeba: This is what everyone was afraid of. The end of time talkative therapy is completely gagged

Dannyboy: haha everything can break 😊

Tomboy: enemy though

Dannyboy: friendship is always possible, but everything that penetrated and forcing towards free choice is something I have not missed in recent times. Forgive … but don’t forget

Tomboy: oehhh that means that you now decide who may or may not be part of the plan

Dannyboy: It always has been. Is there to what extent you allow someone or not. And from which you have influence or not. 

Many things have literally been thrown into my lap by others being at odds with each other. That’s how I found out how and what it really is. I am sure alert 

Sheeba: the switch to season work on the beach has provided a good stepping stone 

Dannyboy: in all aspects. I started in April and since then his synchronous film rolls improved, artistic projects developed even more. More network with same minded creative folks. Not only in relation to film but also music, literature, performance arts. A world of poetry that becomes real is what I ended up in.

And after the 6 months of beach work, I have so much luggage that I actually have so many options that I really don’t know which way or direction I’m going. I do not know

Too many options 😃

Tomboy: follow your heart…

Dannyboy looked at Tomboy and time froze. Interdimensional singularity. That very moment gave a glimpse into the future. “Follow your heart” . A sign of the connection. The signal. While the world is here in the present tense, one can fantasize about the future in other times…

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Tijdloos
De Oneindige Kosmos

Gespekt met mooie woorden van Cleopatra ging tijdmachine verder.. Opmerkelijk normaal duurt het niet zo lang,dacht Dannyboy. Hij deed het kastje open en zag dat de wijnfles helaas weg was. Een beetje met zure gedachten gaf hij toe aan de omstandigheden en merkte dat de tijdmachine aan het landen was. Toen deze tot stilstand kwam stapte hij naar buiten : een man met een lange baard en een fijne glimlach stond met zijn handen gevouwen voor hem.

De man zag eruit als een filosofische dichter die zijn kunsten kent. Maar eerder een soort van leermeester of een heilige…Een inspirator. Het was niemand minder dan Osho. Dannyboy kwam wat dichterbij en groette hem…

Osho: fijn je te ontmoeten!

Dannyboy: hallo Osho

Osho: wat doe je hier?

Dannyboy: geen flauw idee..

Osho: hahaha goed geantwoord

Dannyboy: hoe bedoelt u?

Osho: Er hoeft geen reden te zijn waarom je hier bent. 

Dannyboy: ik ben er gewoon

Osho: precies. Mensen zoeken teveel.

Dannyboy: niet alles hoeft een verklaring te hebben

Osho: inderdaad, Geniet van het moment zelf

Dannyboy: dank je wel Osho voor deze boodschap! 

Osho: met alle plezier Dannyboy. En geniet ervan! 

De ontmoeting met deze meester van de blootlegging van de menselijke ego was er een om in te lijsten. Dit was een eye-opener omdat niet alles perse een reden hoeft te hebben. Soms zijn dingen zoals ze gewoon zijn. In zalige en tevreden stemming vaarde de tijdmachine verder door de oneindige kosmos…

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2017 (alternatieve werkelijkheid)
Zoetermeer

Lee Sah werd goed ontvangen in Casa Donnie. Iedereen zorgde goed voor haar. Want ze was weduwe geworden. Toch voelde ze zich ietwat positiever over wat Donnie van plan zou zijn…In zijn robijnen roze nachtjapon en nike slippers kwam hij uit de douche gelopen en bleef een moment stil staan en toen schudde hij zijn hoofd als een rocker…

Donnie: mijn eigen fohn, check !! Haha

Lee Sah : uhh, waarom heb je mij hiernaartoe gebracht 

Donnie: Precies ! dat is waar het om gaat, lieverd. Weet je …Wang Kee was een goeie chinwa

Lee Sah: chinwa?

Donnie: ja betekent Chinees maar even ter zake…

Donnie klapte op zijn handen. En prompt kwamen een groepje alternatieve jongeren aanlopen.Zo op het oog net jeugd volwassenen

Donnie: dit is Reinier en zijn bende 

Super slimme jonkies die alles weten over technische dingen en ze werken voor mij

Lee Sah: hoe dat zo?? Zijn ze niet een beetje jong nog?

Donnie: dat is taktiek lieverd, ze zijn al 16 en 17 overigens dus best wel bijna volwassen 

Lee Sah: maar wat doen hun hier dan? 

Donnie: Lastige ouders , moeilijke leraar op school. Hardnekkige blokkeringen. Ik geef ze de oplossing…

Lee Sah: dat is best wel aardig van je , je bent dus eigenlijk een soort van kinderbescherming

Donnie: precies! Whuhahhaha 

Reinier kom eens even hier en stel je eens even netjes voor : 

Reinier: yo listen up, geen stress, we gaan dingen fixen voor je. 

Lee Sah: maar hij is al begraven…

Reinier: ja man ik weet , maar nogmaals geen stress, we gaan eerst tjappen met de clique en dan gaan we meteen aan de slag 

Donnie: ik zei het je toch ? Geen stress ✋

Lee Sah : wat gaan ze doen dan? 

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2040
Home

    Dominique: het reizen is erg aanstekelijk en hij heeft zijn tijdmachine weer terug gekregen. 

    Elisabeth: weldra zal hij weer bij ons zijn

Dominique: nu wij zo in 2040 leven vraag ik me wel eens af hoe het 20 jaar geleden was 

Elisabeth: nog voor de grote reset?

Dominique: tijdens…de wereld is sinds 2030 enorm veranderd en alles gaat natuurlijk automatisch met artificial intelligence

Elisabeth: de robots worden met de dag slimmer…

Op de spiegel wand met een ingebouwde televisiescherm werd een grote aankondiging gedaan. De twee vrouwen kwamen dichterbij het scherm en geloofden bijna hun ogen niet.Een crash van een nog onbekend voertuig werd weergeven op het nieuws. De beelden gingen live over de hele wereld….de camera man kwam dichterbij de vreemde schotel. En plotseling ging een luikje open en stapten twee in ruimtepakken geklede lange slanke figuren uit. Ze deden hun maskers af en namen een flinke teug van de zuurstof op deze planeet. Fotografen maakten aan 1 stuk door fotos van het tafereel. Opeens begon een van de aliens te lachen…De andere hield het ook niet droog en lachte mee…de mensen waren verbaasd. Het hele terrein werd afgezet en voorzichtig kwam de burgemeester van de stad naar de aliens om een praatje te maken. Wibraj en Khusboo keken hun alienogen uit en genoten van de verbazing en uitnodigende attitude van de mensen.

Burgemeester: lieve aliens! Welkom op aarde, verstaan jullie mij?

Wibraj: dezelfde taal.

Burgemeester: leuk we begrijpen elkaar!

Wibraj: ja werkt met een taalconvertor van Quantum Systems

Burgemeester: aha..vandaar dat de communicatie goed verloopt 

Wibraj: we komen van andere planeet,we hebben jullie ontdekt

Burgemeester: wat leuk! Ons lukt het nog steeds niet..

Wibraj: maar we zijn er wel hoor😊

Burgemeester: ja dat is wel duidelijk nu

Afijn hoe was de reis? Kan ik mischien wat te drinken aanbieden? Of zoeken jullie accomodatie? 

Khusboo: wat zijn mensen toch lief? 

Burgemeester: we zijn een apart volkje inderdaad haha kom gauw verder . En parkeer je schotel maar hier. Onze veiligheidsmensen letten wel erop 

Wibraj en Khusboo werden over de rode loper begeleid naar de geblindeerde en zwaar bewaakte bus. Ze werden naar het lab gebracht voor onderzoek en besmettingsgevaar en intussen werd er ook een  persconferentie geregeld. De burgemeester was blij! Eindelijk aliens op aarde en ze bestaan echt! 

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Tijdloos
De Oneindige Kosmos 

Alhoewel Dannyboy al zijn antwoorden had bleef hij toch nog gebruik maken van de tijdmachine. Hij was zo benieuwd wat er allemaal te gebeuren staat. Terwijl hij in gedachten verder dacht kwam de tijdmachine tot stilstand. In tegenstelling tot voorgaande keren hoorde hij een liedje..

Het was de zang van een van zijn favoriete heldinnen en met een snelle tred liep hij op haar af en viel knielend voor haar neer…en zong het liedje mee…

🎵_{I wanna be loved by you, just you
Nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you, alone!
Boop-boop-a-doop!}

_{I wanna be kissed by you, just you
Nobody else but you
I wanna be kissed by you, alone!}

_{I couldn’t aspire
To anything higher
Than, to fill the desire
To make you my own!
Boop-boop-a-doop, boop-boop-a-booh}! 🎵

Marilyn Monroe : je kan goed meezingen merk ik

Dannyboy: ik ben fan van je daarom

Marilyn Monroe : ik ben ook fan van jouw Dannyboy 

Dannyboy: u was de eerste covermodel voor Playboy 

Marilyn Monroe : inderdaad een fan dus

Dannyboy: maar ook al uw films heb ik gezien en ik ken het meeste van uw liedjes

Marilyn Monroe : wat doe je hier eigenlijk? Peeken?

Dannyboy: ik mag alleen hier eventjes zijn anders loopt mijn tijdmachine vast

Marilyn Monroe : van welke jaar ben je?

Dannyboy: 2040

Marilyn Monroe : schoonheid is er nog steeds gelukkig in de toekomst

Dannyboy: ? 

Marilyn Monroe : degenen die zich zelf zijn zullen altijd blijven stralen.

Dannyboy: je bent mooi zoals je je voelt

Marilyn Monroe : we snappen elkaar Dannyboy 

Hij gaf haar een sierlijke kusje en een omhelzing en sloop met enorm veel sjans zijn tijdmachine binnen. Zijn idool met wie hij samen een liedje heeft gezongen. Hij was eigenlijk nu wel tevreden en wilde eigenlijk weer terug naar huis….hij wist nog niet wat hij wilde en bleef nog even door reizen met zijn tijdmachine….

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Present time
Eden Mansion

Tomboy: a former friend so affiliated with the Jehovah Witnesses had made arrangements with family members?

Sheeba: that is the remarkable thing , surely many a person must be awake by then and understand that you are bringing something he is not waiting for….

Dannyboy: and that part is parasitically constantly meddling or wanting to join in or something….

Sheeba: characteristic of stalking is that such a person comes up with the most bizarre and absurd ways to be there

Tomboy: the strange thing is as soon as he sits in, Dannyboy always pulls the plug.

Sheeba: but that makes sense , family or in this case fake family that supposedly wants to sit in as some sort of guidance or something has no business being at work.

Tomboy: that lawyer has drawn some boundaries

Dannyboy: indeed , plan was actually to apply conversion therapy. Preferably through talkative therapy.

Tomboy: but dude, wait a minute. I think we live in a free country, right?

Dannyboy: therefore remarkable and not valid : the appointments were not made with ME but with family members and friends, most of whom I don’t even deal with.

Sheeba: conversion therapy must be voluntary in the Netherlands. This comes across as coercion and that is punishable.

Dannyboy: at one point friends and colleagues were even manipulated to make me do more straight things instead of gay.

Tomboy: that is incredibly wrong to actually force someone not to do something that is just natural to them

Dannyboy: freedom of religion is allowed in Holland

Sheeba: yes, but that also means that you can be a satanist or a buddhist or any other kind of religion….

Tomboy: freedom of sexuality also applies in the Netherlands

Dannyboy: that’s why conversion therapy doesn’t work in the Netherlands.

Tomboy: it is the law that supports you

Dannyboy: i love the government

Sheeba: in essence it doesn’t matter where you live, because what she’s trying to do is just work against you. That woman has problems. And no freedom herself and wants to drag you into it.

Sheeba: why does she want to be involved with her Jehovah group?

Dannyboy: what happens here is that she checks where I am and possibly tries to build her settlement there with expansionism and maybe members of her tribe can get a job or maybe even a better job… maybe it catches on with the company who then also becomes religious and things like that.

Tomboy: imagine how desperate people become when there is something to get. And actually use your real family members as a ladder to get higher themselves and keep another low.
Sheeba: then how do you convince others to join conversion therapy because the government does not fund it!

Dannyboy: bribery, do you want a modem? Do you want a ticket? Do you want to be a supervisor? Do you want money? Do you want a lollipop?

Tomboy: fake family …

Dannyboy: because?

Tomboy: real family is not to be bought, otherwise you are just fake

Dannyboy: i rest my case…

Sheeba: nowadays you confront someone when you suspect they have been bribed or talked over by the supporters

Dannyboy: yes! Immediately though you can dick about you don’t agree I’m pansexual but unfortunately for you …. your opinion is subject to the law.

Can’t stand the freedom of Dutch society , then go to your own country and start your practices there.

Tomboy: basta!

Dannyboy: I also sometimes expressly participated in the “healing” although it is not news to me.

Tomboy: because you also fall for women right?

Dannyboy: exactly so there’s no point in fixing that . That’s alright

Sheeba: what matters to them is that you prefer not to like other genders too

Dannyboy: you know : I’ll be lying to you and myself if I say I converted. And so I don’t. I don’t lie to myself since I have been openly pansexual since January.

Sheeba: feels better to not have to lie to yourself, doesn’t it?

Dannyboy: exactly. Honestly, that was the only thing that confused me. Since I accepted that, everything has started to get better too.

Tomboy: to us it doesn’t matter a typhoid what you are man. What kind of bullshit is that being so concerned with that?

Dannyboy: exactly…

Sheeba: don’t you have that then chicks do want to send you to the hotter part more when you date them?

Dannyboy: no , for some it is already more than enough that you at least fall for woman too. They don’t even care about the gay part.
Some even think that’s cute .

Tomboy: it’s pantastic!

Sheeba: pansexuals aren’t really gay either , more gaycurious actually. They are compatible with everything . It’s a bucket of paint with all the colors of the rainbow

Dannyboy: yet I don’t always choose the same color when I paint….

Sheeba: exactly and also you mix paint sometimes right?

Dannyboy: I like to experiment so yes

Sheeba: that could be a beautiful work of art

Dannyboy: you don’t want to know!

Tomboy: we almost forgot…

Dannyboy: what?

Tomboy and Sheeba turned off the lights of the room and took off their clothes. Neon bikini and Neon slippers both ladies were wearing saw Dannyboy.

Tomboy: Congratulations!!!

Dannyboy: too early but thnx anyway. Very sweet of you guys

Tomboy: are you going to celebrate?

Dannyboy: yes not on the day itself but week later, i will celebrate because it is a nice happening becoming a year older.

Tomboy: you keep it quiet

Dannyboy: i like being congratulated more then actually celebrating it

Sheeba: nice!

Tomboy: are those the friends from the vlog?

Dannyboy: yep also co-figurators at movies 😉

Sheeba: am a…..baaaaaaad….guy!

Tomboy: duh!

Dannyboy: hardest role so far….

Tomboy: how about that?

Dannyboy: don’t laugh, I had to look serious and its during shots

Tomboy: for someone who has a natural smile that can be quite a challenge I think

Dannyboy: in the making of you also see me “off role” and then back in serious mode again

Tomboy: or you are bipolar or schizo

Dannyboy: or just acting Tomboy!

Tomboy: nice huh acting!

Dannyboy: yeah!Sheeba: last 6 months you have improved a lot and things are going better

Tomboy: No more influence

Sheeba: Changed your gym?

Dannyboy: I canceled my membership in June and now I train somewhere else.

Tomboy: sauna too?

Dannyboy: Yes!

Sheeba: you don’t come to the other one anymore?

Dannyboy: I find it boring there, always the same people, the same stuff, too much meddling too.One of them had signed up as a customer at the call center where I worked.

Tomboy: the people you got on the line are the same people you train with?

Dannyboy: constant manipulation during the day at work then at gym , possibly as close to friends as possible. And applying conversion therapy in the meantime.Unsolicited.

Sheeba: who does something like that to involve private with work?

Dannyboy: that’s why I pulled the plug.work and private are really separate things .

Sheeba: but you don’t train there anymore?

Dannyboy: once every three or four months I visit but I’m fine at the other gym 😃

Tomboy: and therefore very bizarre and actually almost creepy to say that there are figures who compulsively want to become friends or something.

Dannyboy: you know what the weird thing is , I don’t even know those guys anymore, we had been friends over 10 years ago, but then went our separate ways. So I was dumbfounded when I noticed that certain types made arrangements while I don’t know anything about it and don’t even have contact with those persons. In fact: don’t even want contact with them!

Tomboy: basta!!!

Sheeba: you are doing a great job Dannyboy
Be alert and keep a close eye on your circles. Skip immediately as soon as you suspect this one has been talked over or bribed. I would only contact the ones who you really think are on your same level. “meelopers” skip them immediatly

Tomboy: that person himself will then eventually see for himself that you don’t have to let someone else influence your opinion

Sheeba: I don’t understand why they try to bribe friends or family members.

Tomboy: I would do it differently…I would pay the person myself. You so

Dannyboy: you want to pay me to make sure I am no longer a pansexual?
Tomboy: for example?
Dannyboy: hahahahah
Sheeba: isn’t right anyway, won’t work

Dannyboy: if you want to apply conversion therapy with me I guarantee you will suffer losses. Look in fact everone can be lured or bribed or whatsover. But it depends for what? if you ask me to help someone get more firm into society i am in But changing someones sexuality is loss on beforehand.

Tomboy: conversion therapy in the Netherlands is not profitable anyway. If you apply this you provoke just the opposite (because it is allowed!!) And you can continue to bribe or talk people until you weigh an ounce.
It is an investment to loss….
Someone who makes this up is either a gambler or brainwashed.
Furthermore if its not working you will have to pay back everything, have you thought about that? Things like “hey suck my dick because you have to pay back” or ”you now work for me because you owe me” will happen then. Bribery for conversion therapy is 100% making someone dependable.

Dannyboy: In January I had done an inventory of all the customers I got on the line. You know what struck me?

Tomboy: what then?

Dannyboy: the customers of the company itself paid no attention to what I was doing privately. It just “played” customer .That was an eye-opener for me .

Sheeba: so I don’t understand this what are these other guys doing on the line man!

Dannyboy: apparently a group of homophobic friends from before made arrangements with the family including so ex girlfriend and previous co-workers to want to be there as a file for guidance ….

Tomboy: this is fucking nonsense. This is going to go wrong anyway. You will get a distorted view about call center work. Since you only get resistance. From note a group cobbled together which all happen to be homophobic and also happen to be very religious.

Dannyboy: so that’s why I left the virtual world and chose the hospitality industry

Tomboy: so basically it means you can do call center unless you have customers who are not a huddled mess.

Dannyboy: no family, no friends, no conversion therapy. Its that simple
Just randomly unknown customers

Tomboy: just resume, so if they’re not there we can see you back in call center business…

Dannyboy: if you guarantee me that then chances are yes. The point is i am open to working together that is something you must know, but not with old forgotten things involved.

Tomboy: pretty striking though is that when you start working in a call center everyone and everything is eager to play customer, but when you work at the beach club none of them show their face….

Dannyboy: that’s what so what. You want to talk to me so much don’t you? So where are you right now? No one seen.

Tomboy: it was obviously a channel where a desperate old boyfriend or girlfriend got the chance to engage in conversation with you . Kind of sneaky … yourself nice and hidden talking to someone you don’t actually remember. Super transparent too …

Dannyboy: and of course through the conversations mention words suddenly or clues what you did on the internet the day before. What a crock of shit. You notice then that it’s not even about the work but about yourself. Irrelevant bullshit

Tomboy: it’s obviously giving feedback on your internet activities etc.

Dannyboy: By the way, that part has become very clear at the club. Basically everything can be seen or screened. A hacker myself I hack myself. That’s not even that special. What matters is what noise elements are there that come with monitoring. You have to pay attention to that. Who is qualified and who is not?

Tomboy: but you keep your network there pretty neat right?

Dannyboy: Everything is done via analog so to speak. You learn that on the film set 😉 .
What I have also noticed is that when you are in an environment it is important to be careful with your settings when taking photos. An app can access that and then so can someone else. Just depends on how much info you have on your phone.

Tomboy: so what?

Dannyboy: I totally get you, but it’s better to avoid.

Tomboy: but you hardly take pictures with your phone and if you do it falls under art

Dannyboy: If you’re with sameminded people you shouldn’t concern yourself with that
Then it doesn’t matter so much. But pay attention to what you have on your phone. If you have a group app of your colleagues and movie characters, they can peep in. Not everyone likes that. Not even I as an exhibionist. Therefore I use private and no private whatsapp.
Keeping well separated.

Tomboy: do you find it horny to show yourself to someone dressed?

Dannyboy: yes

Tomboy: virtual or real?

Dannyboy: real is better. You have real contact . I did that recently with a friend of film. She sent me to the bathroom there I undressed and then reappeared naked in the front room.

Tomboy: you motherfocker!

Dannyboy: she had to blush and then I put my clothes back on.

Tomboy: was she shocked?

Dannyboy: no because after that she took off her clothes. What we were talking about is the feeling in power relationship. Clothed versus naked. That perception is something Cools.

Sheeba: well I can already see you stripping during gourmets 😃

Dannyboy: if asked I’ll do it, but only if the other person strips too

Sheeba: do bring your electric blanket because of the cold.

Dannyboy: blanket not needed….

Sheeba: by the way have you reconnected with your veterans?

Dannyboy: no not yet I wanted to check which side you are on first

Tomboy: and????

Dannyboy: approved ! So soon I will connect …

Tomboy: another birthday wish?
Dannyboy: yes in principle we can do everything together with the right conditions and in good lines of communication. Let’s stay positive and make a great start . regardless of your religion or your race or your ethnicity or sexuality. Whatever relgious direction you are . Just respect each other and lets do our best.
We can do this and we will go for it!
Together 🙌

Tomboy & Sheeba opened the bottle of wine and poured the glasses. The bitterballs were still glowing from baking and the sauces were well laid out. There was singing , dancing , laughing , thinking and toasting!

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***post credits***

2017 (alternatieve werkelijkheid)
Zoetermeer

Donnie kwam kwijlend binnen gestormd in zijn satijnen roze nachtjapon want zijn favoriete vriendje was dood. Zijn lijk was door de Reinier clan opgehaald en lag tentoongesteld in het achterkamertje van Donnie. Het leek wel een soort van laboratorium. Onwijs heftige situatie overigens. Bizar voor woorden. Vermoord door Persephone en er moest dus nu een oplossing komen. Donnie was furieus..

Donnie: Kan…ker…zooi!  

Lee Sah : Hij is …. doodgegaan

Donnie: weinig kans bitch nog niet! 

Lee Sah : bitch?

Donnie: hou nou even je muil  en luister even..

Lee Sah : nou ja zeg, fak jou! 

Donnie: check dan ff…mijn repair groep is gearriveerd met hun tools.
Hey kneusjes 

Reinier : yo we hebben het 

Donnie: Jaaa? Wat moeten we doen dan?

Reinier : wacht laat me even vertellen dan

Donnie: ja vertel dan?! 

Reinier: wat push je mij, ik ga jouw bosse vriend! 

Donnie: Zeg!!

Reinier : is eigenlijk simpel we kunnen hem levend maken met sperma

Lee Sah : gadver…

Reinier : niet van jouw maar van Donnie

Lee Sah : ieuwwww en dan?

Reinier : dan word hij weer levend. 

Donnie: ik ga ff pagga slaan 

Ja toch?! 

Reinier: ja richt op Wang Kee’ s gezicht zodat het binnen sijpelt in zijn mond 

Donnie: en wat nog meer???

Reinier: o ja kill, ik vergeet nog iets…iemand moet nog aan zijn tollie zuigen

Donnie: alle beetjes helpen schat 

Reinier: moet eigen soort zijn

Lee Sah: serieus?!

Reinier: grapje was joke 

Donnie: Whuahaha ik trapte er bijna in, Renier toch….. gozar! 

Wank Kee’s lijk was inmiddels al in verregaande staat van ontbinding. En lag in een soort gietijzeren bak. Donnie was een kei in het goed mikken. Want de rest van Wang Kee’s gezicht was niet besmeurd met Donnie’s sperma. Alsof je binnen de lijntjes moet kleuren van de kleurplaat. Geflipt als een mafketel, borderline tot de macht vier. Maar wel erg secuur. Een echte killer . Renier en zijn clan kwam toen aanlopen met een grote bak vloeibaar zink. 

Lee Sah : watdefak? 

Donnie: kijk..en nu gaat het gebeuren lieverd, het is niet zomaar zink.

Reinier: de vloeibare zink bevat eicellen van diverse hoeren. 

Donnie: it is all right in the mix 😄

Whahahah

Lee Sah: Jeetje jullie zijn gek 

Donnie: je moeder! 

Reinier : kom Lee Sah we gaan ff waka temme

Donnie: ja ga maar even met Renier mee jij, want wat nu gaat komen is niet voor de gevoelige geest 

Lee Sah : wat gaan ze doen dan? 

Reinier: geen stress kill! als het een beetje meezit dan zal er niet veel voltage nodig moeten zijn

Lee Sah: Jeetje word hij dan wel weer net als eerst? 

Reinier: bedaar dwaze vrouw! Wang Kee word beter…veel beter dan voorheen 😉

Intussen ging het in het lab er behoorlijk heftig aan toe. Donnie sloot allerlei draadjes aan op het gietijzeren provisorische kist. Deze waren verbonden aan een hendel. Als een gestoorde freak begon Donnie ineens te zingen: 

^{🎶we gonna rock down to electric avenue}

^{And then we’ll take it higher🎶}

Plotseling haalde hij zijn telefoon uit zn zak…

Donnie: Hey gurl! Jaaaa! ……..huh?? ……Neeeeeej waarom?……..Maarre….ik wil niet…….
Niet hem!??…….. Huh?…….What?!…………….arrgh!

Hij trok uit zn andere zak zijn pistool en schoot deze leeg op Wang Kee’s lijk…

Donnie: De tyfus! Wat doe ik nou !

Godverdomme!! Arrrghhh!!!

Zijn mood veranderde in sneltrein vaart en hij begon ineens te huilen. Een druppeltje van zijn krankzinnige tranen viel op het lijk van Wang Kee…Een plasma achtige substantie vormde zich en omhulde de gietijzeren kist. Donnie’s gemoedstoestand sloeg weer om

Donnie: Whahahaaaah 😂 het werkt!!!!
Holarrr!

Wang Kee’s lijk had een zilver achtige bedekking gekregen. Glimmend en glanzend. Elektrische strepen verschenen om het lijk van Wang Kee. Reinier en Lee Sah kwamen net binnen en zagen het tafereel met intense verbazing aan.

Lee Sah: wat gebeurt er? Is hij weer levend? 

Donnie: we zullen het zo merken

Reinier: lijkt wel alsof hij helemaal robot ofzo is geworden yo. 

Donnie: ja toch, mijn sperma gemengd met de vloeibare zink 

De kist bewoog hevig op en neer en kwam toen uiteindelijk tot stilstand… Donnie, Reinier en Lee Sah bogen over het lijk…

Lee Sah : Wang Kee….gaat het?? Zeg alsjeblieft wat?!

Donnie: kom maar chinwa, doe maar praten je kan het!! 

Donnie werd helemaal krankzinnig en spong op en neer en krijsde als een malle gek en zong weer een liedje…

^{🎶Slaap kindje slaap daar buiten loopt een schaap🎶}
Word wakker verdomme! 

Reinier: yo check dan!  er gebeurt iets…

De inmiddels tot robot geworden Wang Kee kwam overeind. Een harnas van ijzer was op zn  lichaam geplakt. Het was 1 geworden. En toen met een robot achtige stem zei hij: 

“Ja…Goed!”

Verderop bij Solina’s boutique had Persephone een bloedbad achtergelaten…De lijken van Antoinette en Patrice lagen te rotten voor het pand van EmiLee enterprises. Solina sloeg haar handen omhoog en huilde aan een stuk door. Sacha en Djazza Meen waren ook vermoord. Het was een onheilspellende situatie…een geluid van een helikopter trok haar aandacht… Tristanique landde zijn helikopter en kwam hoodschuddend en peinzend naar buiten…

Tristanique: whats up G…

Solina: fucked up, kijk eens om je heen…ze zijn allemaal vermoord

Tristanique: Fuck! En waar is de tijdreiziger? 

Solina: …….

Tristanique: komt goed , kijk eens wat ik heb…

Solina: nee dat meen je niet, Dat zijn de contactlensen van Dannyboy!
hoe kom je daaraan? 

Een glimlach verscheen op het gezicht van de special agent. Hij gaf de lenzen aan Solina…

Tristanique: degene die ze in doet kan contact maken met hem. De lensen zijn eigenlijk niet bestemd voor ons. Je moet er echt tegen kunnen.

Solina twijfelde geen moment en deed de lensen in…

Solina : Wow ik zie iets gebeuren….

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The End

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^{Coming Soon : Eden Part XX: Dannyboy chapter 1…..}