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Old 10-28-2024, 03:37 PM
Everard Everard is offline
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Here's my 'prank' story which I've posted before but it's worth repeating:

To bring you up to speed; I had this girlfriend, I'll call her Tina although that was not her name. Several years younger than me, 5ft 10, curvy, bloody gorgeous (think Kate Bush circa 1980) and sexy as a very sexy thing.
Anyway, with me still living at home and her sharing a flat with two other girls, privacy was a little hard to come by, so it became our custom, particularly in the summer, to head out of the city to a country pub, where we would sit and wait for the sun to go down. Then when we’d decided it was dark enough, we’d drive down the road to a deserted lane, where we would park, and enjoy a glass or two of wine before stripping off for some steamy rampant sex. (As the lady herself liked to call it!)
One night after we had done the deed, I had to answer a call of nature so got out of the car. While relieving myself I heard some shuffling, followed by a loud click and a giggle. And when I tried to get back in … I couldn’t. She’d locked the doors.
So there I was, twenty miles from home, stuck outside the car in a country lane where anyone could walk or drive past at any time, and totally starkers. (25 years before I became a naturist by the way!) I spent a very uncomfortable few minutes trying to persuade Tina to let me back in (during which time she was jumping up and down laughing, sounding the horn and flashing the lights) and making a supreme effort not to let her see how annoyed I was. Eventually, she relented and unlocked the door. (She couldn’t drive so at least I knew she wasn’t going to shoot off and leave me stranded.)
A week or so later we were back in the same situation and, as before, I got out. And as before, I heard the shuffle, click and giggle. This time I simply let myself back in using the spare key I’d had cut the day before, hidden in the door pocket, and palmed as I got out. What puzzled me, though, was that I never got my revenge by locking her out on some future occasion. Perhaps I just wasn’t as mean as she was!
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