I’ve drunk Michelob in Memphis

Downed Mint Julep in New Orleans

Pink champagne at The Golden Gate

The places I have seen

 

I’ve taken the tour of Gracelands

Walked Beale Street and listened to the blues

Dipped my foot in the Great Mississippi

Minus my Blue Suede Shoes

 

Got lost in Kansas City

Ended up in Salem town

Salem, Mississippi

Not the Salem of renown

 

I’ve lain on the beach

And paddled at the Gulf of Mexico

asses the sign for Florida

One day that’s where I’ll go

 

I’ve looked down from the Empire State

At the city that’s named twice

Eaten burger and chips in Times Square

It really was very nice

 

I’ve travelled to Transylvania

To have Bloody Marys with Vlad

Climbed the steps up to his home

He wasn’t there – so sad

 

I’ve been to the Greek Islands

Toured round the Mountains of Crete

Drank ouzo and homemade haraki

Knocked me off my feet

 

I think I have an affliction

I’m sick when I stay at home

My feet are itching like crazy

It’s time once more to roam

 

TO BE CONTINUED…….

 

 

 

 

The truck door slammed  open and the burly giant jumped out, heading straight for the quivering girl in the small red  sedan.

“Get outta the car, you moron! What the hell did you think you were doing?”

Susan visibly blanched and slid down in her seat praying for inspiration. She knew she was at fault, reversing out of the parking space without due care and attention. But, Hey, she’d just stolen a state of the art 10″ laptop, a  Samsung mobile and a packet of frozen chips for her lunch. She was starving. All that planning the heist had depleted her energy levels.

Rolling down her window she attempted the dumb blond approach.

“I’m ever so sorry, Sir. Please forgive me. I’ll pay for all damages. Just give me your address”, she lied, not having a penny to her name. Now if you could just move your truck so that I can get home to my kids. The babysitter will be anxious.”

Tears for added effect squeezed from her pretty blue eyes. They would have melted the  hardest of hearts. Not the truckers apparently.

“Move my truck! Are you crazy? You’ve banged into the side. Are you blind? Can’t you see the big, big hole, Missy?”

“I know” Her ripe, red lips trembled, ” but I really will compensate you. Really.”

The big man leaned back from the window and tried the car door. Locked!

“Get outta the car, Lady. I’m calling the police.”

Susan sighed. This was not going the way she had planned. Right. Think.

“Step away from the car, Sir so I can open the door.”

Big Hank moved further back and watched as the longest, most luscious pair of stream lined legs he had ever seen slowly unfolded from the car’s interior. There followed a rucked up skirt revealing a faint hint of pure white panties, a bust that would knock the eyes from your head and last but not least a leonine mane of golden hair, tossed back seductively.

“Oh My. I see what you mean, Sir. But I don’t think the police are necessary in this instance, do you?” moving ever closer to the poor, distracted male of the species.

“Well, I suppose, if you pay for damages like you said , we could call it quits. I mean accidents do happen, right. You live around here then.”.” All this uttered in a high pitched, shaky voice, very unlike Hank’s rough, loud , usual one.

“I do, Sir and here’s my card. Address, phone number and rates all included.”

Hank was perplexed, rates?, but accepted the proffered card and retreated sheepishly back to his truck. Susan smiled sweetly, slithered back into her car and drove off.

“Rates?” The hypnotised man blinked rapidly as he read.

SUSAN – FRENCH MASSEUR

EXTRAS AVAILABLE ON REQUEST

PRICES AS SHOWN.

Hank fumbled for his phone and speed dialled the listed number.

 

 

“The next train arriving will be the 9.20 p.m to Portrush.” The robotic voice spewed forth its  melancholic message to the impatient passengers. The night was cold and shelter at the station was sparse as November Christmas shoppers crowded the platform, littering the ground with garishly wrapped packages and bulging bags.

Nuala sat alone, nursing her current novel, not craving company, happier by herself. On hearing the announcement, she gathered her belongings and started towards the track to board her train for home, intent on obtaining a solitary seat to again enjoy a few more chapters of her very interesting book. Glancing across the rails towards the opposite platform, she saw him. For the first time she saw him. Standing straight and tall, a truant from a boring theatre show or fleeing a first night fiasco, he looked the part. Grey pin-striped suit, light coloured loafers and a  trilby perched jauntily on his dark, greying head. He seemed elusive, a wisp of smoke guaranteed to disappear in a heartbeat..

She was transfixed, mesmerised, hypnotised by his presence, unable to look away. He seemed to seek her out, seductively smiling, sensing her interest, intent on drawing her closer. Powerless to resist the pull of his magnetism she stepped towards him, every fibre of her being longing for his touch. She didn’t know this man, had never spoken to him nor seen him anywhere but here. What was she doing? But she knew she loved him, wanted him, lusted after him, longed for his embrace and his sensual seductiveness.

She stepped closer, belongings discarded, lying lost on the asphalt, fellow passengers forgotten in the haziness of her head. Closer, clearer, she could see his eyes. Brilliant blue eyes, blazing, beckoning, bursting with promises of bawdiness and bedroom frolics.

Nearer, never stopping, Nuala approached her destiny, determined to deliver herself to this dream.

Almost there, my love, I’m coming. Wait for me. He touched his trilby lightly with his long, pale fingers and nodded to her. She could feel the tingle as those sensitive fingers slid softly across the front of his hat, caressing the felt material and teasing the edge of the black encircling band. Her legs gave way and she fell forward, then instantly fell back as two strong arms grabbed her, pulling her unceremoniously out of harm’s way.

“What the hell were you trying to do, Lady? You could’ve been killed.”

Nuala lay stunned, hypnotic influence still holding her captive, senses straining to succumb to sweet surrender. With a supreme effort she gave her mind and body a vigorous shake, returning some sort of normality to she who is Nuala.

Impatiently shrugging off the stranger’s arms, she struggled to her feet and turned to him.

” I assure you, my good man, I was not attempting suicide. Just a slight lapse of concentration and I thank you for your hero’s stance. But tell me, did you see the gentleman in the grey suit on the opposite platform?”

As she uttered these words, a whispering wind caressed her cheek and a virile voice breathed in her ear: “Next time, my Love, next time.”

Nuala vowed there and then that that would be the last time she ever read Fifty Shades of Grey on a station platform late at night, especially after just watching Lady Chatterly’s Lover on the big screen!