Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix... The Ballet Teacher, Ravels Bolero
The New Ballet Instructor at the provincial Russian town of X was duly introduced to the Town Council by Mayor of X, Gregoriov. The Ballet dude-s Credentials over-awed the assembled Bureacrats, COMRADES to a Man. His name was Andre Andreyevich, recently RETIRED from Moscow-s esteemed Bolshoi Theatre Company. Wether or not A-A had fallen afoul of Communist Party favour to LAND in such a hopeless-rural backwater as the town of X, Mayor G hushed anticipated queries with...
The Sonofabitch is Prestigious. Just keep an EYE on him! GODDIT!!!
OK Ladies....began A-A, attired in a-la-Toulouse-Lautrec, floppy fedora, long red scarf, white blouse, back Redingcote, cigareet portruding from golden holder, a total left of center Dude true N true.... We-ll start with basics. Everyone BACK to the Bar! Left hand on BAR, right hand outstretched. Let-s THINK about this OUTSTRETCHED hand...Wiggle your fingers!
Day by day this went on. First the hand, next, FOREARM. Make it Tremble!
2 weekslater the 20 Ballerina Students had had much Physique Self-awareness. More than they could stand! Non of them had any Tits to speak of so THAT item of their anatomy was never addressed.
Maestro A-A insisted that the Gals-Ballerinas jumped about a lot too after every Lecture-Training bout. Loosen UP the Ol limbs! slap each other! No worries.
Mamma... OLGA! Your face is RED!
Olga... Erina slapped me at Ballet Class.
Mamma....Bitch!!!
Olga.... No worries, Mamma. I passed it ON. I slapped Ivanova! She peed her tights!
to be continued...watch diz space!
c.2020, davedelacroix, our man in europe, truro, cornwall, lockdown-u.k.
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