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Meet with Jan part 1

I'd asked Janice if I could arrive at hers dressed, because it takes me at least two hours to put my slap on! So I had to get dressed at a motel and drive over, under cover of darkness.
She'd left her drive open, so I could park at the side of her house, and slip round the back of the large semi (hopefully!) unnoticed.

As I tottered quietly to the rear of the property, I wandered into the open conservatory, knocking gently. 'Fucking hell!', I heard, as I peered into the kitchen. 'Fucking hell!' I replied back. We stared at each other, incredulous, like meeting a massive film star. Someone we'd seen performing onscreen, had never met, but always wanted too. Fantasy made flesh! 'Come in, H, you fucking tart!'.

I followed her into the living room, our PVC clad bodies rustling like winter leaves. She offered me a drink, but all I needed was water to wet my nervous, dry mouth.