Oh dear thats the last time I drink before logging on line, think I might have said too much already.... though possibly the worst/funniest experience (depends where your viewing it from), this was a while back and I was still in the forces, one of my clients (this was the first and last time I engaged this booking) was an older woman, out of my area as I was away on det for a few months, so I met her had a great night out very very fit for her age as following a divorce shed fleeced her ex and spent it pampering herself everything lifted and basically lived in the gym, anyway I digress, yeah it was a superb evening good food good company met up with her work colleagues works function an all that she was a PA for one of the execs.....clubbing watched the alcohol intake as always when on the job (fnarr fnarr).... back to "hers", unbelievable night which I'll not go into as its the wrong forum, woke up mid morning strolled downstairs and made the breakfast, loaded the tray then turned around to see a No1 uniform hanging in the dining room, oh ! thinking right shes still married and not come clean here, never mind hes not here so trotted upstairs with the tray, pics of the family on the staircase, oh another uniform this time of a young lad, ah well shes a little older so yeah she said she had kids, put the tray down, and gently woke my nights companion....anyway some time later back downstairs we got to talking over a coffee whilst she was putting her face on, and got round to her kids one daughter 10 years older than me and a son about 5 years older, ok so shes a little older than I thought, the daughter was doing well running her own shop some fashion boutique and her son was in the RAF and it was his house we were in....Ok so obviously hes based out of the area? oh if only life was that simple it turns out hes actually at the base I am currently staying he was doing a training course and was staying on base during the week due to the heavey workload.....Oh bugger nevermind its not as though shes gonna broadcast the fact shed hired someone for the night, anyway after she dropped me off at the camp gates I walked back to the barracks to hear a shout from an old friend so we walked and talked had a bit of a laugh..... well to cut a long story short by the end of the week I had an irate son trying to hunt me down, I'd acquired a new nickname Mother fucker, i was the talk of the camp, I was being quized by the RAF police and admin and I had a shit load of enquiries through the agency....It turns out my mate had blabbed, she'd been gassing away to all her mates at work and the gym and to top it off she told her son and daughter and her ex.....
