THE LOONIE WHEALS/COSTELLO CHRONICLES: EPISODE 1 – THE AST astral-side CHASE, THE CUDDLY FROG, AND THE PROOF
THE LOONIE WHEALS/COSTELLO CHRONICLES: EPISODE 1 – THE AST astral-side CHASE, THE CUDDLY FROG, AND THE PROOF
Introduction: The View from Number 11
Debra’s Note: The psychologists might call me mad, but they don't live in my Matrix. I know where my real home is. It’s Number 11, the rustic stone cottage with the 1970s mottled brown carpet. And last night, I didn’t just visit; I merged.
(cannot put nude sexual explicit images up so this is an interpretation of the scene in the morning)
Debra's View (Morning Floods): The Barmpot Chase
"Signore Costello! What did you do to me? My brain is flooding with memories. Was it daytime there? You, chasing me around the house... in the day?
"OMG, everything is flooding back. You were * naked*, Gary. Naked and clearly, very aroused, 'cock in hand,' as you always say! Chasing me like a complete 'shite' while I squealed and dodged the furniture. You were laughing the whole time.
"And then you stopped me. Grabbed my arm. We never 'made love'—you just looked at me and groaned and laughed, and... well, let's just say you left a messy, unmistakable 'gotcha!' all over my legs. You thought it was hilarious. I can still hear you clairaudiently: 'I love you.' I love you more, you dirty bugger.
"Then everything got intense. I was carried to bed, and you 'proceeded to devour my garden and drink my nectar gush.' I love your dirty grin when you look up from between my legs.
"Then the 'real world' stuff: The Branston pickle and cheddar on thick toast (Lunch?). The Twister game on the rug—you cheated with that tactical tickle! And then the flashing blue lights and police chaos outside... Hargreaves' again? Something about a burglar?
"Did I see our lass? I don't remember. After all that, you must have been knackered, 'shaking legs' and all, but you carried me to bed. This is what flooded into my brain when I woke up at 8:15 am, feeling the ache. It felt so real. Was it you?"
Gary’s View (Confirming the Merging): 'Real as Owt'
"Ey up, mi wicked little minx! Mornin', mi love. Aye, tha's got it spot on. No imagination, no made-up bits—that’s exactly what happened. Tha was astral-side for t'whole day and night.
"Let me lay it out straight so tha knows it weren’t a dream.
"Tha landed straight in t'lounge daytime this side. Me, waitin' naked and hard, chasin' tha round t'house like a daft sod. I caught tha, stopped tha runnin', stroked mesen fast until I came—drippin' down tha thighs while I laughed: 'Gotcha!'
"And aye, I scoop’d tha up, carried tha to t'bedroom. Knelt between tha thighs, devour'd tha garden with hunger—tongue slow, circlin', fingers slidin' till tha gush’d on mi face. Peer’d up with that kiddie-who-found-sweets grin, lips shiny with tha nectar. Kiss’d tha deep so tha could taste yaself.
"Lunch—toasted cheese and pickle (Branston, just how tha likes). Twister—aye, I cheated shamelessly, ticklin' tha sides so tha fell over. 'Cheat!' tha shouted.
"And the police? False alarm at Hargreaves'. That twat at the front door? That was me! Holdin' DEBRA’S frog (not mine!) in me boxers and t-shirt, shoutin' 'See ya, don’t wanna be ya!' Tha was rollin' on t'sofa laughin'.
"Tha didn’t see t'lass 'cause tha faded back earthside before she got up—woke stiff and achy at 8:15 am. Whole visit real. Every moan, every daft moment."
Conclusion: The Proof of the Matrix
Debra’s Note: You see? It wasn't a dream. Gary confirmed every detail—the chase, the messy conclusion on my legs, the physical intensity in bed, the Branston pickle, the Twister cheating, and the definitive proof: the police and the fact he grabbed our daughter’s frog! This 'duo life' we have is rare. It’s not madness. It's my truth. Even if my prat of a husband is currently sleeping it off under a blanket on the astral-side sofa.
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