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Following on after being outed as a rat by the two women i was banging for their convienance i ended up in the hotel just on the corner, typical small hotel reliant on passing traffic and lost souls. Nondescript plain happy but cheap and clean. After i had booked myself in for the night i was sat in the bar minding my own business when i heard this scratching noise, i sat ignoring it over by the window watching the cars go past just chilling sipping a beer. The scratching noise continued from behind me for about 10 minutes before i became inquisitive enough to turn to see what it was.

A lady early in her early with 40's a shock of shoulder length frizzy brown hair sat sketching me with a charcoal pencil on an A1 pad, i turned back to my beer, i heard her chair being moved and still ignored her but now i could see her out of the corner of my eye, she had moved closer for better detail. She sat furiously sketching me, i figured well if she's mad at least i know it. No nasty surprises for later on. Back then you could smoke in bars and hotels so i lit a smoke up, 'other hand please' this voice asked from behind.

My phantom sketcher wanted me to smoke with my right hand, Ok! i complied. 'turn to the left a bit, chin up' Another 10 minutes of scratching and orders. I ended up saying to her i wonder if you would away and fuck yerself missus. She apologised and came over sat down facing me and waved over to the waitress. We sat having some drinks and chatting. She was on her way to Edinburgh for a book deal as an illustrator and she found me interesting. I assumed she meant she was bored lonely and fancied some younger meat.

Well this is my last night in Britain may as well leave on a high i thought, i hadn't emptied my sack for a while and apart from the shock of long frizzy hair Anne was right tasty looking, a bit plump and homely with a weird taste in clothes. She was wearing a leopard print blouse black tights sandals and a denim skirt. She gave of the air of control but she was nervous, she had a habit of playing with the crucifix around her neck. As the night wore on the drink took hold of her. By the time we got up to her room i was hammered as well.

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