This one's quite simple. I'll start off with the first paragraph & it's up to you to continue the story:
Our heroine (whose name is yet to be determined) was on her way to a dance. Faithfully following the instructions given to her by her sat nav the voice said "turn left". Thats odd she thought, this doesn't look like it goes anywhere; as she drove into the dark narrow lane. Suddenly....
she decided to gulp, take a sharp intake of breath and weather the storm, and deal with the problem in hand. She put on her oilskins, furry wellies, rubber gloves and goggles and armed with mobile phone, perfume, and lipstick, [well a girl has to be ready for all emergencies!] she made a hasty retreat across the glowing wood. Her heart thumping against her chest, she knew she was well covered and the pesky glowers couldn't get to her. All of a sudden she came to a dead stop when she saw...
if you love the life you live then you'll get a lot more done
clearly not a dancer because he was hunched over and his gait was all uncordinated...well on second thoughts... anyway as she approached him in trepidation he held out his hand to her and she felt the strength in his arms as he pulled her close, she fumbled with....
if you love the life you live then you'll get a lot more done
[ now Swinging Bee chicken fillets may mean something different to you but to us girls it can mean other things...]
continue with story..
went to find the double sided tit tape to make sure it didn't slip out again, after all she didn't know what the shadowy figure would think of her with her fillets all hither and thither. As she straightened herself up and looked around her she saw that glow had gone out. The misty silouette appearance which had been there before had gone. As she started to walk forwards she could feel the warmth of another body in the dark, she saw the misty breath hit the cold air and realised she was not alone. She wondered where she'd put that lipstick after all a girl needed to .....
if you love the life you live then you'll get a lot more done
A rustle in the nearby bushes alerted her presence to the threat mentioned by the deep mysterious voice.. she turned slowly and peered at the source of the sound only to come face to face with....
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