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Phew I got off lightly this time! lol *thinks it does pay to be nice to Em* LOL

CHAPTER THIRTEEN Dan O Donnell was just at a tricky stage of the proceedings of clearing out a badgers insides, when the doorbell rang.. Immersed in what he was doing, Dan didn’t bother to check who was at the there, but just pressed the intercom buzzer to unlock the door… Big Mistake.. Instead of Lemonella who was supposed to be arriving , Rebecca melonchest came bounding up the stairs, her ample decolage giving her two black eyes on the way… “ hi danny boy” Rebecca breathlessly beamed “ what you got there… oh… urrgghh” Lemonella had just nipped into the pub to buy a bottle of wine. “ just a cheap bottle of white please mazerella, “ Lemonella asked “ dan wont know the difference so any old rubbish will do” Mazerella went into the back and retrieved a bottle of cambrini she was given free with a Chinese takeaway last night, “ here we go Lemonella, its only £3.50,” maz grinned, well anything to keep her supplied in babychams she thought. Lemonella paid up, and tottered out onto the cobbles towards Dans flat. Rebecca had just spotted the dead badger on the draining board… “ er, that’s not for tea is it” she looked doubtfull at the mangled insides spilling out into the sink. “ erm, no offence like but Jean Etta has got some tasty battered pork pies downstairs” “Don’t be stupid” Dan replied annoyed, looking quickly towards the window where he spotted lemonella skipping ( well more like wobbling) up the street, “ anyway, did you want something?” Dan needed to act fast, Rebecca and lemonella in the same room was not a good idea… Too late, the sound of the intercom broke through Dans desparate thinking.. “ oh, you have another visitor” Rebecca smiled, “ here let me get the….” “ noo” Dan shouted… Too late, Rebecca had pressed the buzzer and let the visitor in… Dan flew down the stairs to intercept Lemonella, he had to get rid of her somehow… Rebecca walked over to the sink and studied the mess on the draining board… “silly boy” she said to herself “ you don’t stuff a chicken like that” she rolled up her sleeves and shoved the innards back into the badger, popped it onto a baking tray, and put the animal into the oven… “ 250 degrees should do it…” Rebecca was so pleased with herself…..

* Takes chicken off tonights menu * ......Very good Em, that made him suffer.....Boiled in oil next time !!

Oooooooo Dan's in deep do-do's! lol. Make him suffer Em!!!!

* winks to Steve*

pmsl where's my man tho' ????!!!!

OMG ...had to do pelvic muscle exercises like mad or I woulda PMSL.....and before anyione says a word....No I don't!! Oh tat is so funny Em XXXX

Em brilliant love but who told you about the jockey whipp , comon own up who told,that was a secret

Em - I've been having a rubbish day and you've put a smile on my face - thank you xx

you're welcome bec... ( phew, you took it in good faith!) hope your day picks up xx

PMSL - again, keep them coming Em. Coronation street move over - make room for GRrrrrrrr Street.

ooh Deb, was hoping to catch you... will pm you.. x

Excellent stuff, well done!

nudged because it is fun..

CHAPTER FOURTEEN Meanwhile, back at Manchester piccililly station…… Guin De Vere let the handsome stranger guide her through the main concourse, believing they were heading for a train to London…. Not so.. Just as they both reached the entrance to the platform, the man, one hand gently resting on Guins elbow, suddenly changed direction, and guin found herself walking back the way she had just come, through the concourse and out through the main entrance to the station.. “ what are you doing?” Guin exclaimed “ I thought we were….” But Guin was cut off, the stranger put his index finger to his lips.. “ shhh” he mouthed quietly “ you mustn’t draw attention to yourself, you don’t know who could be lurking” Guin suddenly realized something, “ hold on” she said “ where’s your French accent gone?” “ oh that?” the man replied “ just a ruse… cant be bothered carrying it on now, too much bloody hard work” “ so where are you really from then?” Guin asked “ west ham” the man replied , smiling “ the namesGary, pleased to meet you” And with that, Gary gently pushed Guin towards a waiting jaguar, its engine running. Gary opened the rear passenger door for guin, and as she slipped inside she smelt the familiar aroma of Old Spice and mint Imperials… “ so you made it” a deep voice form next to her spoke, “ yes my dearest”, Guin smiled, “ but why so much secrecy this time?” Guin looked lovingly into the mans eyes “ its never bothered you so much before” The man turned round to her and took hold of Guins hand “ because my darling “ he started.. “ being John Prescott is a bloody nuisance sometimes, you know what them ruddy newspapers are like!” And with that the car sped towards the M6……….

EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM PMSL OHHH BRILL

oh dear!!!...*shakes head...there will be wigs on the green when Miss Guin de Vere reads who you have matched her with! She will not be a happy hippy....lol BC XX

*reaches for Ventolin*

*self combusts in fit of rage*

*returns to hurl abuse and many shoes at Em*