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 not fucking around this time and asked if she could put a saucepan in her panties.

For a moment he thought she might be full of shite. But she didn't seem quite as psychotic as most of the people he'd met latelty so he happily obliged..

Donald made a living nowadays as a picture framer.

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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 homosexual, the Sista a real ball-stomper and Buttons a peddler of smut.

It all went well until the night of the performance, when, after drinking the free vodka, Donald passed out in a puddle of piss and vomit.

She couldn't remember anything the next morning.

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 said "fuck it" and went bowling.