I turned and jumped in a panic towards the entrance but came up a bit short.I found myself hanging from the edge, and Stevan desperately trying to pul... me up. He tried with all his might, and for a few moments I honestly felt that I would fall to my death into the abyss below. However, his persistence paid off and I was able to get a foothold that allowed our combined efforts to get me to safety. We lay there panting for a while, laughing at the silliness of my near-death experience, only. It wasn’t. It was the standard rate for the job.I glared at Sharon again. She just smiled beatifically at me, and left me to setup my camera.“Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks, bollocks,” I muttered.“I know what you mean,” said another voice.I turned, startled. “Oh, hi Ade.” Adrian, or Ade, was my regular gopher, and sometime backup. He wasn’t as good as me at this sort of work, but neither of us cared. His photographic interests were different. He liked photographing insects and other creepy. He wasn't all that attractive, even to sissy me, but he had a BBC so that was enough for me at the time. We agreed to meet up and see what happened. I went out and bought a wig and a new little black dress for the special occasion. I made sure to shave all my body hair and then got all dressed up. I put on that dress with some sheer thigh high stockings, a pair of 4" heels, and a black lace thong. I made sure my makeup was perfect and headed out the door. We decided to meet up at a bar in town. Twenty odd years later by the power of Facebook they got in touch again and hit it off big time even talk of moving in together so things were on the up and with age comes more daring sex, oh you name it and it was done there was so much catching up to do. So the night started with Carole sending me (Mandy) a text saying "do not be late tonight" I text back asking "why?" No response anyway I returned home earlier than normal to find Carole dressed to the nines I mean she looked stunning, she.