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There was a soft jolt , i awoke, were finally at Brighton
Stepping from the train to the platform being careful of the gap, i walked though the ticket barriers inserting my season ticket into the slot from which i always panicked it would not emerge.
Outside the station i joined a cue for a Cab, the leather in the cab was soft and shiny. The door , my front door banged as i pulled it closed now, safe in my world.
It was icy cold , the white wine it had chilled for an hour in the icebox. the glass reached my lips and i gratefully swallowed the clear liquid running through me like jolt of courage.
The shower was scorching hot as i allowed it to run over my shouldered between and over my soapy breasts and down my long clean shaven legs eventually draining away to one day shower me once more as summer rain drops.
Berry Red lip gloss, coated the deep purple lipstick as i put the final touches to my face , i looked in the mirror one last time and saw the hot smokey eyes reflected at me, even i found them slightly hypnotic.
Bra, Panties, Blouse, cotton pants and trainers were quickly adorned all black, all part of a image which was set of by my red mussed hair.
Now ready to face the world, the scene ,the clubs , ready to leave , a dab of perfume. In my pockets i have a mobile phone, money and my keys as the door slams shut behind me.
Fear start to stalk me immediately as i step out on to the road i push it out of my mind.
The DJ – beat powers through my body i can’t stand still i have to dance , i have to be on the raised stage , i have to move the rhythm won’t be resisted. The vodka over ice slides down to settle in my tummy. I make my way to the stage.
Finally my feet move my hips sway and i dance and I’m lost in the music in the beat the rhythm takes complete control.
