OK, introducing the very naughty (but not just yet) - John Lucas...
John Lucas growled at the alarm clock, and gave it a resounding thump. It was 5.00am, and John wasn?t an early riser, but that Friday he had to haul his arse to France to pick up some equipment for the project he was working on, so silly o?clock was the order of the day.
As he ran a hot shower, his mind wandered to the previous weekend that he?d spent in Bristol. Meeting that writer on the train had been a rather fortunate turn of events he smirked to himself, stiffening as the soapy water cascaded down his naked body. Sighing reluctantly, he turned the cold water up a notch or three, rinsed off and got out of the cubicle.
John surveyed himself in the mirror. The slightly too long hair tousled and damp, not-quite designer stubble and a very naughty glint in his eye, even at that time in the morning, set him apart from your average late 30-something. Grinning at his own reflection, he turned and headed for the wardrobe.
?Easy choice today,? he mused to himself, pulling on his clothes. By the time he?d finished he was a vision in black leather, apart from the close fitting white, v-neck t-shirt he wore underneath his jacket.
He threw back a huge mug of black coffee, picked up his helmet and headed out the door.
On the street outside, sat John?s pride & joy, his jet black Harley Davidson Road King Classic. He was all man, and then some, in every way, but whenever he saw Delilah, as he affectionately thought of her, he felt like a little boy on Christmas morning. Straddling the seat with his muscular, leather-clad thighs, he turned the key in the ignition and roared off into the distance as the sun rose over Brighton.
An hour later, he pulled up in the car park at the block of flats a few hundred yards from Waterloo station. He could have taken Delilah on the Eurotunnel with him, but it was only a small package to bring back, and with such an early start he fancied a more comfortable journey. Luckily his mate lived nearby so he could park Delilah up safely for the day.
At the Eurostar terminal, John checked in, grabbed a bacon and egg baguette, a large coffee and a tabloid and made himself comfortable for the half hour wait. The time passed quickly and soon it was time to board the train. John found himself a window seat, and was just about to doze off when a voice over his head said, ?Excuse me, is this seat taken??
He looked up, sleepily. ?No, be my guest,? he replied. His initial irritation at being interrupted dissipated somewhat when he saw that the voice belonged to an attractive woman, with a reddish brown bob and curves in all the right places. He smiled wolvishly at her as she sat down, ?I?m John,? he said.