STORY TELLING

I hope...

Perhaps now it really from The End.

As she made her way out of the coach station she noticed she was being followed. She was grabbed from behind she felt her fur coat being pulled off her she screamed but it was to be the last sound she made, her throat was slit and she collapsed on the pavement, London streets weren't paved with gold they were a wash with blood. As she lay dying she looked up to the sky and saw floating by Sadiq Khan smiling in a yellow bikini.

As the coach was pulling up to Victoria Coach Station she noticed rough sleepers in the doorways and Eastern European beggars she was worried she had made the wrong decision coming to London.

She was off to London, the streets were paved with gold she remembered her mum saying and she had just enough for a national express overnight coach ticket.

Searching down the back of the sofa she got enough loose change to enable her to make the best decision of the week.

Well she had her new name Scintillating Sharon, her fur coat and fancy knickers but not a penny in her pocket.....

Well best she could come up with at short notice...........and remember she was rather desperate.......so Scintillating Sharon it was to be.........

She would have to ditch her name Sharon for something more exciting and exotic

But she has no money, what can a girl do to get some, she had her looks and a body to die for and she needed money fast...

One thing clearly becoming certain was the fact..........she was now on the way there......her future spread out before her....

Has she decided on her future. What path shall she take?

Slowly the fog of confusion cleared from her mind and she started to focus.

She sat down on the rather dirty seats gazing out the window, dreams in her head, where would she end up.

With the fur coat trailing behind, cutting a very well endowed female figure that had the passengers raise much more than just an eyebrow!

Only 15 minutes late, the number 49 arrived, and Sharon got on, and headed straight to the back seats..

in view !

Feeling quite invincible,
'Superwoman!'
or inveiw of the fur cost
Catwomen.
Purrr

Walking to the bus stop she waited for a number 49 bus to arrive

So donning her fur coat and big knickers she set forth.

(In retrospect my dear old Mum would have never countenanced No knickers, sorry Mum x)

So without further thought, action was firmly on her agenda and .......no time like the present!...........donning......

Or as her dear old Mum would say ‘you can’t go far wrong with a fur coat and no knickers’.

Stilettos and red lipstick 'dahling'

But on second thoughts she remembered........"Where there is a will,there IS a way......"

How the bl**dy Hell am I going to break through that ?