.. A giddy rush shot through me. It felt wonderful to be back home. I wanted to shout out in celebration. Then I heard a strange, slapping echo. It wa... bare feet smacking onto the floor but faint and distorted. It was like I wasn’t hearing the source of the footsteps, but their echo bouncing off the far wall in the other reality before crossing over into this one.It clicked in my mind. Rebecca could find us if she passed the boundary point and turned around.Sam gasped as I shoved her into an. We ordered a drink and meal and went to play on the fruit machine. We both liked to gamble; but I am more of a risk taker. We took it in turns to play; winning a bit losing a bit. On Lynne's next go she had a chance to double up to £20 but she was reluctant to gamble, but I took over, pressed the gamble button and lost. 'Well, thanks for that' she said, 'You get a forfeit'.And with that she pulled the jar of spunk out of her handbag, unscrewed the lid and dipped 2 fingers in. They came out. It was only a 15 minute drive and was also on the way to Mel's flat.20 minutes later we were seated and the waitress had already brought us some coffee and taken our food orders. It was not a particularly busy at the moment, maybe a third full plus it was about 11:30 so we had managed to beat the lunchtime rush. There were also no families as this was a diner so mostly long distance drivers and business people.Regardless of the way she was dressed most eyes had been on Mel since we'd walked in. It was not quite winter but it was on its way. As they do every year, the shops were pretending it was already Christmas. By the time Christmas does arrive, everyone is thoroughly sick of it. It was mid December when Justyna’s e-mail message arrived and my whole world changed in an instant.Apparently Zoe had been in touch, you may remember the tall leggy girl from the Museum for Photography. Zoe wanted to find out how to contact me because Jenneke Janssen (Fedora hat?) wanted me to model for.