Story time. Write 3 sentences to continue the story

Ben pulled his mobile phone out and phoned a friend. "Hey there, Jeannie, you know you used to work at that hot air balloon factory before you joined the circus then moved in with Logan - any chance you can pull in a favour for me?" Within hours, a large van pulled up with Jeannie at the wheel, and soon Ben, Jeannie and Polly the pig were drifting high in the sky, heading for Yorkshire.

But the porcine passenger was in a mutinous mood. Ben had renamed her Polly! She wasn't some moth-eaten parrot but a glorious porker named Rosylips and renowned for her scarlet painted, tantalising smackeroos. If he thought he could dump her in the wilds of Yorkshire he had another think coming. She started to hatch her cunning plan.........

But.... suddenly the air balloon began to lose height, down, down it plummeted. The fall was interrupted by the lines snagging the branches of an oak tree. Piggy toppled out of the basket and was killed instantly. The basket hung precariously from the tree, Jeanie was terrified but heroic Ben kept his head and dialled 999....

Naturally, the news that Ben Fogle was in trouble caused a slight delay, as the fire fighters had to wait until the BBC News van had arrived before they swept up heroically to save Ben and Jeannie. Leaving Ben to deal with the Press photographers and the firemen to take poor Rosylips/Polly back to the fire station for a slap-up pork roast supper, Jeannie wandered off between the trees. Dizzy and bleeding from a small cut on her head, she had no idea where she was going, and simply kept walking, until she saw in the distance...

a coffee shop selling freshly brewed arabica coffee. She forgot about the cut on her head and made straight for her morning fix only to find that

Logan was sitting right there in the coffee shop enjoying a coffee. Jeanie hesitated, what should she do? Was she still in love with Logan? As she stood transfixed Logan looked up....

"Please help me she cried" before noticing he was without facial features. She screamed and turned to run but tripped and fell. She heard a loud thud and someone with a heavy tread making their way towards her.

If it wasn't that wretched Letts woman, this time wearing hob nailed boots, working undercover. Her disguise wasn't very convincing as her pretend moustache had come slightly unstuck. As it flapped in the wind ...

Along came Henrywotshisname, the real undercover, tractor driving detective!! He hadn't drowned when he was washed off the cliff. Producing a set of handcuffs he arrested Letts, the impostor detective. After helping Jeanie up from where she lay he called to Logan, who had been wearing a mask, hence his featureless facial appearance. Jeanie looked into Logan's eyes and....

and said, 'Logan, you are the love of my life. I'm tired of all this running away'. Logan swept Jeanie into his arms, hailed a taxi and away they went to their cottage by the sea. The End

Frank picked up the post from the doormat and opened the letter addressed to him. He unfolded the sheet of paper to find it covered in words cut and pasted from newspapers. With shaking hands Frank read the message. 'I know who you really are and everyone else will know soon'. With a dry mouth and a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, Frank made his way to work.........

.... at the international bank where he was the Chief Financial Officer. As he hurried across the marble floor of the foyer a group of smartly dressed men headed towards him. For a moment Frank froze.....

... their faces expressed very grave and serious matters which were on their collective minds. He wished he hadn't been such a fool. The saddest words, 'if only' preyed so badly on his worried mind ...

..... But the group of serious looking men walked past Frank without a second glance. Frank quickened his step and headed for the lift. Perhaps his secret was safe for long enough.....

for him to find out who had sent him that message. It had all happened years ago and never had he felt the slightest concern that he was about to be exposed until this morning. He was owed a few favours here and there. Time to call one in. His contact in forensics may come up with something from the letter.

Ian picked up the 'phone almost immediately. "where the hell have you been" he said with a mixture of fear and anger, but before he could reply, the call was disconnected.

The panic he had heard in the caller’s voice banished his anger and but added further anxiety.
Where was she? Had the people she thought were following her finally caught up and seized her?

Something was definitely wrong with Ian, so Frank realised there was no point in phoning him again. Still bewildered as to the meaning of the message he'd received that morning, he was convinced it had some connection with the daughter he had not seen for seven years, ever since the last cryptic message she had sent him, which simply said: JL THE BLUE ROSE WINCHESTER. Seizing his overcoat and briefcase, Frank left the bank and headed for...

.... Hampshire. Swinging in to the car park of an ancient Inn, Ian's car screeched to a halt. The Blue Rose was the meeting place of the Blue Rose Secret Society. Among its members were high ranking businessmen like himself....

Correction.... For Ian, please read Frank

Time to continue the story?? Someone, please.

none of whom wanted their membership made public. But could his daughter possibly be aware of this connection and what information would forensics throw up?
A quick look round showed nothing and no one suspicious so he made his way . . .

... to the empty Gents' toilets, where a brown leather bag lay dumped in one corner. Frank picked it up and looked around for further clues, when the cracked mirror above the hand-basin clouded over, and a message suddenly appeared on the steamy surface: JL WILL FIND YOU. Hurrying to the door, Frank tripped over a small...

... chihuahua. How on earth did that get in here? It yapped at him and then he noticed a message tied around its neck ...

‘You should have gone to the Ladies’, written in a fine purple script. Frank looked around and noticed that one of the cubicle doors was locked. The occupant was wearing an enormous pair of red patent stilettos...