I'm actually quite surprised noone got the hidden meaning behind my Bedtime story. It was actually meant to end there, but I'm going to add a little bit to it. Look for the further hidden clues.

Dangles stared at her, not sure how to proceed. On the one hand, he was very interested in the high she offered.  On the other, he knew the risks of indulging her.

She sensed his hesitation. She leaned over and held out her hand.

Tasha. Tasha Yöordekvolov.

Ah, he thought, the Slovenian. He'd heard about her. 'Round these parts she was known simply as 'Puss'

His first impression of her had been accurate. And his resolve was made firm by this revelation.

He took her hand.

Thanks Tasha, but no thanks.

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Surely you get it now...

In other news, I had the time of my life this friday night. I love london.

So I'm walking through Bank station, making my way home and there's a busker (musicians play at various stations around london). A guitarist, he plies his trade well, plucking out notes and tunes that are literally, music to the ear.

But he wasn't the one that caught my attention. There was this beautiful black girl sitting on his amp belting out some Ray Charles. Her voice, powerfully gorgeous, her eyes closed, mouth open, elegantly stunning. I couldnt help but stop and stare.

I watched them for a couple of minutes. Then she noticed me watching.

Look we have a fan! she giggled. Come, come! her accent was sexy.

I obliged.

You're going to sing with us *huh?* Yes, yes you will sing.

And thus began the best hour of music I've ever had, we went from blues to soul to neo-soul, she  even did a freestlye de la francais.

Unfortunately, it had to end. But not before she gave me her number.

That was my random act of the week. What was yours?

So I'm trying something new. I've said I wouldn't be able to blog as often because I have to work. Well, I'm trying a work around to that.

From tonight onwards, for as long as I'm moved to do it and on nights when I'm not too tired to, I bring you Bedtime Stories by me, Scribbles

Brought to you by my Blackberry.

Basically, this will consist of me getting into bed every night and typing up a story, by the light of my Bold.

I will then post these (whatever it is unedited and uncensored). If the story isn't completed, I will pick up where I left off the next night. Comprende amigos? Si? Muy bien!

Disclaimer: these stories are written lying on my back, tired out of my mind and sometimes, inevitably drunk. As a result, I take no responsibility for them being inarticulate, incomplete or inconsistent.

Otherwise, enjoy.

...

Richard Dangles had seen a lot of things in his time. He had been in and out of a lot of messy situations, some might argue he had his part in creating the mess, but through it all he had remained upright. He had remained firm.

He once famously declared that all he had were his principles, his principles and his balls. And he would be damned if he let anyone compromise them.

That was until (and of course its always until a woman) she walked into his bar that cold and rainy Sunday afternoon. He knew she was trouble the instant he laid his eyes on her.

Yet he was drawn to her. He found himself channelling Bogart "of all the bars ...".

But he could tell she wasn't right. He knew she had been around the wrong crowd, he could smell them on her, they had soiled her, corrupted her with their generosity.

And she had graciously accepted their gifts, willingly bought into their corruption and when they knew that she was completely theirs, she became their dealer.

She strode determinedly in Dangles' direction and sat on the stool next to him. She lit a cigarette and turned to face him. In the dim light, she looked even more alluring up close.

She looked straight into his eyes and smiled. "Wanna have some fun tonight?"

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The sharp and carnally minded among should have noticed something by now. 10 gbosas for the first person that tells me what this story is really about (not you Miss Lowlah)

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