What to do? But after a quick walk down Turtle Beach Britney spied the local hotel. Hotel Clifford was just your regular small town hotel on the beach...front nothing overly special but Britney decided to book a room for the night just in case her visit to see Lewis or anything else at Turtle Beach turned out to be interesting. Once Britney had booked a room it was time for one final look in the mirror before starting the walk to Lewis's house at 22 Turtle Lane. Britney had been able to use a map. I slip on my shoes while walking to the door, stopping at a large decorative full-length mirror in the front door hallway. I look and straighten out my dress, and nervously think, here goes.As I open the door, I feel my heart stop, my breath short: Jacobi, in Navy dinner dress blues. Jacobi is a US Navy hospital corpsman working green side (with Marines). And before I can speak:"Wow, darling you look fabulous!" he exclaims while smiling broadly at me, "Shall we go?" he asks as he offers me his. Unlined bra with matching women's see-through cheeky cut panties. Wide leather waist belt to hang off of my hips. Really cute black over-the-knee suede boots with a three-and-a-half-inch heel. Stylish leather jacket and oversized knitted scarf. Looking myself over in the mirror before grabbing my jacket to head out, hair, check. Makeup, check. Attitude, check. I had to admit, I looked good.I arrived at one of my favorite open retail plazas I went for a coffee first. When I came out, I sat at an. Michele smiled to herself and drove off into the night trying to get her head around the last few minutes. Eventually she settled down enough to realise that she had been particularly stupid drinking so much alcohol with a three quarter of an hour drive ahead of her from the suburbs to the city, the police were ruthless when it came to alcohol breath testing during the festive season. She decided to use a little used back road that bypassed most of highway into town, it would put an extra.