It was dark outside when Donald answere the door. She had said she would be there at 6 o clock but now it was more like 9.00. She was a majorette and asked if she could throw a couple of sticks around his kitchen

For a moment he thought she might be be pulling a fast one. But she didn't seem quite as psychotic as most of the people he'd met latelty so he continued sharpening his knifes.

Donald made a living nowadays as a crossdresser with attitude

.............

She spent days trailing around after him, collecting video footage for her net site and listening to stories about the time Shiela Tequilla and he had "been too much for Naples".

The pantomime developed loosely around the tale of Cinderella. Donald was Donald, the Prince was a spirited liar, the Sista a winge and Buttons a nag

It all went well until the night of the performance, when, after drinking the free vodka, Donald tried to get it on with a muscular stage hand

She ended up at the hospital with broken ribs

and the hotel fire alarm went off at 5.00am in the morning. They all looked dog rough, except for Donald who had matching blue cotton Pyjamas.

They never found out "who done it" but they remembered that night forever