to ask you to add to this thread...

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...and possibly complete the first ever MN romantic novel (Mills & Boon style)..

Rose-Marie looked down at her oil covered overalls and considered her aching muscles. She had spent all afternoon working on the old Merc for the local landowner and still hadn't managed to get to the bottom of the problem.

She slumped down at the small bench and greedily unwrapped her ham sandwiches....

the bread was stale, but the mold looked fresh.

She dumped the sandwiches and decided to take herself off to the local Cafe to get a fry up.

Begrudging the money she had spent on nice ham, she walked off to the cafe.

As she approached, she saw that the one disabled parking space was occupied by Quentin's other car, a 4x4.

She felt an irrational rage course through her

As she swung the door open, she saw him standing there. Immaculate in his suit, she knew he must be going into town to visit his solicitor. He would never wear that whilst in the village.

He stood at the counter of the cafe, casually picking grapes off the bunch in the basket...

He sees her ....'Rose Marie - I see you're still getting down and dirty you mucky bird'

Her face flushed a vivid scarlet, remembering their encounter 10 years ago.

'I'm only getting down and dirty with your knackered old banger Quentin. Which you'd know all about...'

With a courage she didn't know she had, she marched back out of the cafe, still smarting

she was so taken with him that she found herself in Greggs buying a sausage roll

She decided to forego lunch and get back to work on the old banger, the sooner it was fixed the sooner Quentin would be out of her hair.

Leaning on the door outside, she was oblivious to the curves of her rear pressed against the glass, shaking as she nursed her anger. Quentin idly watched her flesh through the door, and shuffled his crotch against the bar, his lazy eyes never leaving her ass.

Quentin realized that everyone in the cafe was either smirking into their soup or laughing at him outright. Cursing Rose Marie's kind nature which made her popular with simply everyone, he dropped the grapes and hurried after her.

She looked at the fruitshoot the child was grasping like a gambler clutches a winning scratchcard.

and saw Quentin running towards her like a penguin on heat

she gathered her boden skirts around her and ran into waitrose.

jamie oliver happened to be in store that day signing his latest book.

Feeling a little batty she ran up to Jamie...

As she ran back to the garage, she knew that he would follow her. She dug her iPhone out pf her pocket and rang the junior machanic, Peter.

'Can you make sure you fix up Quentin's leaking problems today? I really can't come back, something's come up....'

Hoping he would take the bait she strode...

Jeez what was she thinking wearing a skirt when working on an old Merc! This thread is going awol!

I'm still holding a thought of Jamie handling his oversized courgette during his live cooking session...

She knew that she was completely bonkers and apt to running everywhere....she felt like Paula Radcliffe - but without the need to piss in the gutter.

Instead she offered Peter a and to help with the car...

Meanwhile, Quentin was trying to run after Rosie-Marie, the sight of her firm calves and lusturous thighs awaking a fire in him he had not felt for a long time...

off into the distance and looked over her shoulder smiling

Goodness - with all that running around her overalls were getting hot!

Beads of sweat rolled down her heaving bosom

she didn't know what to do