..Julie stumbled through the cold streets her eyes blinded by tears as she mumbled to herself over and over, "no men ever, no men ever, they are all f...cking pigs." She was tired and cold to her very core and could walk no more as finally she came to a halt and slumped in the gutter staring at her beloved Tyne Bridge. At just over 20 she wondered what was left in her life as she watched some of the month old banners, still attached to the river railings, flapping in the bitter wind, as they. This village was all about this event in their history. They had a museum with really old paintings, with like goblins and orcs running over the nearby landscapes. There was even a skeleton of a cat person, you could see the tail bones and everything.”“Strange how with all that evidence, we still haven’t heard about this catastrophic event before,” you joke from your bed, your blonde hair draping over the end of the bed.“Yea, it is weird. But it’s skeptics like you that can’t even believe the. Nice!"Now you are to be more careful in future. Continue."Having learned from Sister Sarah, I knew to lower her petticoat byeasing the straps over and shoulders and lowering it rather than tryingto raise it over her head. Slowly does it! The petticoat was made ofpale blue nylon with lace round the hem and cups and I was certain thatit would generate more static with her directoire knickers, which weremade of the same materials, and her nylon stockings.There was only one more crackle as I. The lights were mostly off and the remaining lamps gave her skin an almost shimmering glow. She had come across as stern, but passionate, so this didn’t worry me. She wore a tight black party dress, sleeveless, that only just reaching mid thigh. She was toned and fit; about a foot shorter than me. Black, straight hair fell nearly to her shoulders. She stood there looking at me with an odd half smile, and she stared straight into my eyes as I shut the door and walked slowly to her. I leaned down.