This is a short concluding piece to my earlier story.

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LADY CAROLINE WALKER
JOURNALIST EXTRAORDINAIRRE

(A brief linking narrative)


After dining at the Fat Fuck restaurant in St Leonard's-on-Sea, Lady Caroline found herself without money or credit cards staggering down the street, her once beautiful clothes absolutely smothered in food and hanging heavily off her pretty shoulders. Pausing, she considered how on earth she was going to get back home to her flat in London. Her handbag, containing her money and credit cards, lay submerged and totally ruined under the table at the Fat Fuck. There was no way she was prepared to go back and grovel to the awful waiter, William, to retrieve it, so she would have to find a different solution.

Caroline realised that in her current filthy state there was no way she would be able to convince anyone to assist her in her dilemma, so, on a whim, she turned and walked down to the beach. Without pausing she walked steadily into the sea until the waves were lapping around her waist. Ducking under the water she gradually washed the worst of the mess out of her hair and off her clothes. There wasn't much she could do to get rid of the food nestling inside her underwear, but as she waded back to the beach she could take comfort in the fact that at least she now looked reasonably respectable on the outside albeit soaking wet! "Well I can always pretend I lost my footing and fell in the sea" she mussed. "Being damp is an altogether different proposition to being covered in food!"

And so it turned out. As she squished her way back into town, Caroline passed a fish wholesalers and noticed that a pick-up truck being loaded with boxes of fish bore a Billingsgate address on the side. Smiling sweetly she approached the driver and explained; "I have had a bit of an accident I'm afraid. Whilst walking on the beach I slipped and fell into the water. Unfortunately my handbag with my train ticket and all my money was washed away. So, as you can see I am soaking wet and have no way of getting back to London. I wonder could you give me a lift." The driver eyed her up and down. Lady Caroline was a very attractive blonde but she was soaking wet and he didn't fancy having her drip all over his cab. ("I'm not sure how I would explain that to the wife!" he thought to himself.) "OK Miss" he finally replied, "but you are going to have to ride in the back with the fish!"

Thus the once elegant Lady Caroline returned home from her day's outing to St Leonard's in the back of a smelly pick-up truck; surrounded by boxes and bales of fish; her clothes drying damply on her body; and with her underwear still full of backed beans and spaghetti! "Not the way I am used to travelling" she thought to herself. But then she remembered the sensations she had experienced as the food oozed its way down her cleavage and around her private parts. Unconsciously her hand slipped inside her knickers and she began to play with herself.

The fish merchant kindly went a little out of his way to deposit Lady Caroline outside her flat, where he was rewarded by a lingering kiss from the dreamy eyed beauty who was still coming down off her sexual high. As he drove away, the merchant thought; "Well that was one of the more peculiar trips I have made recently!" And he kicked himself for not having tried to get off with Caroline earlier in the journey.

For her part, Caroline ran a hot foamy bath and tried, not totally successfully, to rid herself of the smell of fish and lumps of beans and spaghetti that seemed to be firmly lodged in the most intimate parts of her anatomy. As she lay there, luxuriating in the warm water, she started to compose her review of the 'Fat Fuck' restaurant in her head. "I think I shall give it 3* for food quality" she mussed, "1* for ambiance; and 5* for service. William may have been an eccentric old cove, but he certainly gave me an experience to remember!"