These are Team Girl portrait ideas that could be done as fan art!!!!!!!

A New Fan Art Ideas!!!!

Jazz Musicians
Princesses

Sexy Bathing Beauties
Sexy Nature Goddesses

Differel Daria, Eile Jane, and Sunny Quinn
Eile Scarlet O'Hara and Sunny Rhett Butler


Fan Dancers --- DONE!! Fan (Dance) Art by Lon Ryden Erosarts
Harem Dancers
Sailor Scouts
Cats! (Andrew Lloyd Webber musical)
Bimbo Rambos
Saints
Cheerleaders
Mermaids
Playboy Bunnies
Wet T-Shirt Contest
Mud Wrestling (Au natural)
Ponies (w Differel pony)
Hogwarts Students
Secret Agents
Clowns
Mountain (Wo)Men
Robinson Crusoe
Posing Au Natural for an artist
Snuggling on a Bearskin Rug
Snow Bunnies
Flowers
Lying naked face down on beds as naked stud muffins massage our backsides
Ninjas
KISS-like heavy metal musicians
Go-go Dancers
Roller Derby Queens
Master Thieves
Mad Scientists
Bullfighters
Astronauts
Star Trek
Broncos Fans --- DONE!! Broncos Fever! by Lon Ryden Erosarts
Mongol Warriors
Three Muskateers (w Differel)
Samurai
Barbarellas
Gothic Sorceresses
Terminators

Sexy Gladiators
Sexy Cavegirls --- DONE!! Team Cave-Girl by Lon Ryden Erosarts
Sexy Pirates
Sexy Christmas Elves --- DONE!! Team Girl Christmas by Lon Ryden Erosarts
Sexy Alien Space Babes probing Naked Stud Muffins (They Want Our Women parody)
Sexy Cat Burglars
Sexy Hippies
Sexy Gypsies
Sexy Amazons
Sexy Witches
Sexy Catgirls
Sexy Native Americans
Sexy Barbarian Warriors
Sexy Nurses
Sexy Zombies
Sexy Treasure Hunters
Sexy Maids
Sexy Geishas
Sexy Police Gals
Sexy Space Rangers
Sexy Cowgirls
Sexy Fairies
Sexy Business Ladies

Sunny Fred Astaire and Eile Ginger Rogers
Sunny Fourth Doctor, Eile Leela, and Differel Master
Sunny Integra Hellsing and Eile Alucard (Girlycard)
Sunny Alice and Eile Mad Hatter (w Snowshoe Kitty Cheshire Cat)
Eile John Adams and Sunny Benjamin Franklyn
Sunny gangster and Eile gun moll
Eile noir detective and Sunny femme fatale
Eile devil and Sunny angel secret lovers
Eile Poison Ivy, Sunny Harley Quinn, and Differel Clock King
Sunny Indiana Jones and Eile Lara Croft
Eile Phantom of the Opera and Sunny Opera Diva
Eile Gambit and Sunny Rogue (X-Men)
Eile Vampire and Sunny Werewolf
Eile satyr and Sunny nymph
Eile Salieri and Sunny Mozart
Eile Jedi and Sunny Sith Lord
Eile Blossom, Sunny Bubbles, and Differel Buttercup (Power Puff Girls)
Sunny Bonnie and Eile Clyde
Sunny Gestapo mistress interrogator and Eile partisan prisoner
Eile Wonder Woman and Sunny Power Girl
Eile Vampire Hunter D and Sunny Lady Oscar
Eile Marc Antony, Sunny Cleopatra, and Differel Julius Caesar
Eile Romeo, Sunny Juliette, and Differel Mercutio
Sunny Knight and Eile Princess
Sunny Melodrama Villain, Eile Damsel in Distress, and Differel Mountie
Sunny Gomez and Eile Morticia Addams
Eile James Bond, Sunny Bond Girl, and Differel Blofeld
Sunny Sheik and Eile Kidnapped Socialite
Sunny Betelgeuse and Eile Lydia, w Differel Clare Brewster (TV cartoon series)
Eile Kelly, Sunny Crapgame, and Differel Oddball (Kelly's Heroes)
Differel Green Lantern and Eile and Sunny Star Sapphires
Sunny Dirk Pitt, Eile Al Giordino, and Differel Adm. Sandecker
Eile Zorro, Sunny Isabella, and Differel Capt. Esteban
Sunny King Kong and Eile Fay Wray
Eile Artemas and Sunny Aphrodite w Differel Athena
Sunny Green Hornet and Eile Kato

Copyright (C) 2013 by Kevin L. O'Brien

Differel sat with Aelfraed in the tea room on the third story of her mansion. They had just returned from the funeral for Mr. Mistoffelees, and she had invited him to join her because there were issues she wanted to discuss.

"The Summer Term at Gresham's ends this week. Do you think there's any point to me going back before Fall?"

"You've already missed a full week of classes, Madam, in addition to the time you took off for your father's funeral and the reading of his will."

"I know, but I've been keeping up on my own, and I can use the summer to study with one of the school tutors and make up any deficiencies."

"True, but I honestly believe you should return for the remainder of the term, even if it is for only a few days. It will demonstrate your commitment."

"I understand. I'll give you my decision before high tea. Meanwhile, I think we need to revamp the Order's organization."

He blinked in puzzlement. "How so, Madam?"

"Well, for one thing, I think it's inefficient for Mr. Mannering to act as Chief of Staff in addition to being Chief Analyst. His day is busy enough without that extra burden."

He smiled and nodded. "I couldn't agree more. Would you like me to begin a search for a proper candidate?"

"Maybe later, but not just yet. I thought that, for now, we would promote from within. We need someone who knows how the Order works from the start, who can hit the ground running without the need for training. Besides, if the Privy Council doesn't approve me as Director, we'll need someone who can handle the day-to-day operations until we can hire and train a manager, but even if they do, I would need the help of an experienced supervisor to advise me."

"An excellent idea, Madam. Did you have anyone in mind?"

"As a matter of fact, I hope you will accept the offer."

His eyes widened ever so slightly from surprise. "Me?"

"You're already training me in Order procedure and operation, so who better? And I can learn while I watch you take care of things."

"I appreciate the honour, Madam, but I have the house to manage."

"I thought we could have Mrs. Widget take that over. As Housekeeper, she practically does so anyways."

"Yes, that's true, but there are duties unique to my office."

"Well, I don't see that you couldn't continue to manage the buttery and pantry, oversee dining and the footmen, guard the silver and plate, and handle my personal needs, though you may have to delegate some authority to an assistant. However, we could have a trial period, to see how well it works out. I'd really like you to give it a try, but if after, say, a fortnight you feel you cannot adequately discharge either set of duties, we can make other arrangements."

"Very well, Madam. I could start tomorrow, if that is acceptable. That would give me the rest of today to make the necessary preparations."

"Yes, of course, whenever you like."

"Thank you, Madam. Was there anything else?"

"We need to upgrade Vlad's weapons. His current primary weapon, the...what does he call it again?"

"LC465, Madam, but that is an Order designation, since it was your grandfather who commissioned its development with IBM. Most people simply refer to it as the Browning Automatic Pistol, or BAP."

"I see. My point is that it and his other weapons were useless against the Fomorian's armour, even at point-blank range. And there's the ammunition problem, assuming we cannot adapt it to use NATO rounds. Now, granted, we won't be fighting Fomorians every day; at least, I hope not. But we need something more powerful, something similar to the Barrett M82 Mr. Holt used."

"If you will recall, it required ten rounds just to incapacitate it, plus an entire magazine of 9mm Parabellum rounds to finish it off. Not to mention that it was probably the Raufoss Mk 211 ammunition that was more important than the rifle itself."

"I understand, but everything else in our arsenal or his was totally ineffective. Even if it takes multiple shots, we need something we know will get the job done. It's either that, or we disband the Order out of a sense of futility."

He considered her argument for a moment before nodding. "Very well, Madam, I will make inquiries immediately."

"Who manufactures the M82?"

"Barrett Firearms Manufacturing, located in Tennessee in the United States. It was founded and is run by Ronnie Barrett, who designed the M82 himself."

"Do you think he would accept a commission to design and build a pistol version?"

"I can ask. In fact, he may consider it a worthy challenge. But the recoil would be immense, Madam."

She grinned. "Somehow, I don't believe that will be a problem."

He flashed a small wry smile of his own. "Most likely not."

"I would like him to make one modification, however."

"And that is?"

"I would like him to design it to use a 20mm shell version of the Raufoss."

He raised an eyebrow. "That might make the task considerably more difficult. Why do you believe it's necessary?"

"As you pointed out yourself, it took ten shots just to knock it off its feet. Perhaps a larger, more powerful round would make it more effective. However, if Mr. Barrett decides that isn't feasible, I will bow to his expertise."

"Very well, Madam, I can contact him this evening."

"Why so late?"

"We're seven hours ahead of the States."

She scowled, chagrined. "Yes, of course; my apologies."

"No need, Madam, it's an easy mistake to make. I've done the same myself on occasion."

She smiled and chuckled. "Oh, so you're not perfect?"

A corner of his mouth turned up. "Hardly. Was there anything else you need to discuss?"

"No, I believe that's all for now, but please join me for supper. I'd like to go over my schedule for the rest of the week, as well as discuss plans for the summer."

"Certainly, Madam. Meanwhile, I have something to report, if now is convenient."

"Go ahead."

He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a short stack of papers folded lengthwise. "I have been able to confirm that your ancestor, Sir Abraham, did convince Vlad to swear three oaths when he took him as his servant. However, I have also discovered that, after he retired, he placed certain mystical restraints on him as well, as an additional safety factor. I also found references to additional orders made by himself and Sir George, most notably one that forbad him to have any contact with the children of the household, other than in defense of their lives."

She did a mental double-take. "Was any reason given?"

"Yes, Madam. Apparently, your grandmothers Beatrice and Katherine didn't fully trust him. They were afraid he might be a threat to them, since they could not defend themselves and he could easily attack them when they were alone."

"Did they have any justification for their fear?"

"I could not find any; however, neither your grandfathers nor the Pendragons were concerned. Even so, I believe it is a precaution we should heed."

What he said made sense, but--wait a minute; Pendragons? "What did you mean by Pendragons?"

"You mother's ancestors, Madam."

"You mean, the Pendragons were associated with the Van Helsings as far back as Abraham?"

"More than just associated, Madam. They helped to form the Order, and they served as chief monster hunters after Vlad."

"Monster hunters?"

"Yes, Madam, the Pendragons hunted paranormal beings just as the Van Helsings did. In fact, your maternal great-great grandmother Dindrane helped Sir Abraham to defeat Vlad."

"I didn't know that." But certain things Mandy told me now make better sense.

"Your training to take over the Order has emphasized your father's family over your mother's, but I had thought Miranda would have told you about the other half of your legacy."

"No, she never did." She shook her head. "Never mind that now. What about these mystical restraints?"

"I've taken the liberty to write up a report on them and the oaths." He handed her the folded stack of papers. "I suggest you read it as soon as possible."

"All right." She took them and placed them on the table beside her teacup. "Have you learned anything more about why Vlad was imprisoned?"

"Unfortunately no, but I have found journals written by your grandfather Sir Miles and your maternal grandmother Morgause. I placed those covering the relevant period in your bedroom."

"Thank you. What do they say?"

He managed to look insulted. "Please, Madam, I would never read your family journals!"

She flashed a lopsided smile. "Sorry, my mistake."

If he intended to reply, he was interrupted by a knock at the door. It opened a moment later, and a footman entered, carrying what looked like an official envelope. He handed it to Aelfraed, nodding to Differel, and left, all without a word.

Aelfraed used one of his Sikes-Fairbairn fighting daggers to slice it open, then removed a single folded sheet and began reading. She waited him out, but as the seconds rolled by she noticed subtle changes in his expression and body language that disturbed her.

Something wasn't right.

"Oh, dear."

"What's the matter?"

He glanced at her over his pince-nez spectacles. "It's a summons, to appear before a special tribunal of the Privy Council."

She frowned, confused. "Why; what for?"

He read further. "Apparently, the Council still has some questions about Miranda's attempted coup and your actions pertaining thereto."

Confusion gave way to suspicion. "I don't understand. My report was very specific."

"I'm rather mystified as well. I would have thought all our reports would have eliminated any doubt."

"Why didn't they just send me a request for a follow-up report?"

"Perhaps they felt it would be better if you briefed them in person."

She sighed. "I guess I really don't have any choice. How long do we have before I have to report to London?"

"Unfortunately, you are required to arrive at RAF Marham by eight o'clock tomorrow morning, from where you will be escorted to the location of the tribunal."

"Oh, bother. That doesn't give us much time."

"No, Madam, and it's not in London."

She blinked with surprise. "Then where?"

"Grimmwalde House, a country home in Lancashire."

"Why there?"

"I'm afraid the summons doesn't explain, though I would assume it's for security reasons."

"What else does it say?"

"You are restricted to two travel bags, but you should be prepared to stay for a week. You may bring one companion to see to your needs, but it cannot be Vlad."

"Hmph. He wouldn't need to travel with me in any event."

"The summons does warn that the house is protected by wards that could harm or kill him if he tries to enter the premises. It also states that your companion is restricted to one bag. That is all."

"Very well. Call a meeting of the senior staff for later this afternoon. We need to figure out how to respond to this. You wouldn't happen to know what will occur during this tribunal, do you?"

"No, Madam, I'm afraid I don't."

"Then we'll have to play it by ear. Still, at least this solves one problem."

"What problem, Madam?"

She flashed a mischievous grin. "Whether I go back to Gresham's this week."


Continued in Part 2