Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2004 08:09:13 -0400 (EDT)
From: Danny <twinkchaser@excite.com>
Subject: Love Magick Part 22

This is a work of fiction. It is straight out of my imagination, except for
most of the pagan practices mentioned. This is written for adults and if
you are not supposed to read this where you live, then please don't.


Part 22


The next day I worked on the painting for several hours in the morning
light.  I roughed in the form and began a little of the shading and color.
I took a break for lunch and called my friend Danny.  He was working on a
lot of items, but he said he would make time for me.  He was glad to see
that I was dating, and that we were going to the ball together.  I made an
appointment for that evening and went to find some lunch.

When Ryan got home I had dinner waiting so that we would make the
appointment at 6:30PM.  Danny worked out of his home, so it was not too
inconvenient to have evening fittings.  His shop was in the walk down store
front beneath his corner home.  We went to his front door, because the shop
was long since closed for the night.  He opened the door and ushered us
inside.  I introduced Ryan to my old friend, who promptly checked him out
from head to toe.

Danny was a tall fellow.  At least six foot, two or three inches.  He was
also rather heavy.  He had told me once that he weighed around three
hundred pounds, but he didn't really look that big.  He was dieting , and
had lost a bit of weight, but he had a ways to go to meet his goal.  He
adamantly refused to be called a bear.  He was not hairy and had what
little hair he had removed on a regular basis.

He had deep set, dark brown eyes and full lips.  His hair was dark and
short, and stood at fashionably odd angles across his head.  He was wearing
a black button down, french cuff shirt, and black trousers.  He mostly only
wore black.  I had seen him in purple and green a few times, but that was
rare.  I could see small lengths of thread and bits of fabric sticking to
his clothes.  He had been working late.  No doubt trying to keep up with
all of the orders for the holidays.

"So, you actually want blue velvet tuxedos," he asked as he led us down
stairs to the shop.

"Yeah, that would be nice... wouldn't it," I asked, deferring to his sense
of taste.

"Well, you know, half of the people there will be wearing dark blue velvet.
I ordered five bolts as soon as this years color's were announced.  I have
had to reorder already."

"Well, what would you suggest."  I looked over at Ryan.  He looked a bit
brought down.  Danny noticed Ryan too.  His face softened and he looked
around the shop.

"You know what, I have an idea."  He walked over to his computer and opened
a bookmarked site.  "I saw something that was rather interesting.  I
decided to save it for a special person... or a special couple."  He pulled
up a picture of a piece of midnight blue Chinese satin brocade with white
sparkly embroidery in the shape of stars.

"Wow, that is beautiful," Ryan said looking closer at the screen.

"What if I made you dark blue silk tuxes and made waistcoats and ties out
of this."  Danny turned and looked up at us.  Ryan looked at me and smiled

"Sounds good to me."  I smiled and slapped Danny on the back.  He flinched
and looked up at me like I was crazy.

"Ooh, sorry," I said and stepped back.

"Well, we have that out of the way.  I will order the fabric once I have
your measurements.  They seem to have a bit left" He jumped up and moved
over to a work table.  He grabbed a measuring tape and motioned us toward a
riser.  "I get to take an inseam, na, na, na, na, na, na," he sang as he
moved across the room.  Ryan looked at me and stifled a giggle.

"Do I need to take Ryan's measurements," I asked, half joking.

"Don't be silly, I am a professional, now drop trou and hop on the riser."
He slapped Ryan on the ass and grabbed his voice recorder.  Ryan smiled at
me and pulled off his pants as I watched Danny like a hawk.  Danny took the
measurements and spoke them into a voice recorder.  He blew hot breath on
the metal tip of his tape and smiled at me before taking the inseam.  I
just looked on wryly.  "Ok, big boy, up on the riser.  I dropped my pants
and took off my jacket.  I placed them on a chair neatly and Danny helped
me onto the riser.  He took my measurements and we were ready to look at
fabric.

We looked at several good swatches and finally chose the one we wanted.  We
asked for a satin strip on the trousers and had to beg a little.  We
finally picked out buttons and lining fabric.  We actually had the jackets
lined in white, just to go with the theme.  He assured us it wouldn't show
up because of the interfacing.

I had to go to the bathroom, but was worried about leaving Ryan with Danny.
He was someone to watch, and he was very unpredictable.  I used the
restroom quickly and returned to the shop.

"...so he said, something smells fishy, and I said that is your pussy you
bitch, now tell me what kind of flowers you like before I call your mother
and ask her."  Danny was telling Ryan about his latest exploits with is
internet friend Greg.

"So, you were going to send him flowers." Ryan asked.

"Nope, I just couldn't remember the kind he liked.  I should send him some
of those dead roses they sell," Danny said and laughed.

"Are y'all any closer to getting together," I asked Danny as I walked into
the room.

"We are as close as we can get, I imagine.  Only time will tell.  He is a
cute little bastard."  He looked across the room and grinned slightly,
obviously thinking of his friend.  "Well, I guess we're done."  He took an
order slip from his cluttered desk, filled it out, and handed me the copy.
He put the original on the cork board with the rest of his current
projects.

"So Danny, what are you wearing to the ball," Ryan asked as we began to
walk up the stairs.

"Oh, well, I have put together something really special.  I suppose I can
show y'all."  Danny turned to the right at the top of the stairs and walked
to a storage room on the main floor of his house.  He pushed a cloth
covered form into the foyer and pulled the sheet away.  Ryan and I both
gasped at the suit before us.

Danny had outdone himself.  The suit was dark blue silk with a blue suede
collar.  It was a Victorian frock coat with beautiful silver filigree
buttons.  The buttonholes were double welt finished in blue satin.  A
waistcoat beneath it was blue velvet with white embroidery, pearls,
Austrian crystals and glass beads.  The buttons were mother of pearl.  The
shirt collar was white and the tie was simple dark blue satin to match the
welts.  He pulled back the skirt of the coat to show the white brocade
lining.

"Danny, you are a lunatic.  How long did it take you to make this," I
asked.

"I started about the same time you told me the theme colors.  I guess it
was about four months ago.  I still have to finish the trousers.  I hope I
have time.  I have the shoes on order."

"Well, you are going to look fabulous.  I can't wait for the ball," Ryan
said and put out his hand for Danny.  Danny took it and they shook.

"I will give you a call for your first fitting.  It should be in few days
if I can swing it.  I have a few people coming in to help me these last few
weeks, but I will do your suits myself. Of course," he added, "that is what
I am telling everyone."  We all laughed as we walked to the door.  We
thanked Danny and were on our way home.


(To be continued)

The next chapter will be submitted soon.

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