Paris
It was my first business trip and I was very nervous. After getting off Euro star I found myself in the foyer of a grand gold gilded hotel. I had a printout of outlook calendar and I knew that I was being picked up outside by the boss of our French office at 8 to be taken for diner. After checking in I had enough time for a quick shower and to change from one ill fitting suit to another.

The restaurant was plush. The food was incredible and the wine flowed. I remained charming and enthusiastic and managed to hide my drunken brain. When the dinner had finished the French team took me to a bar and showered us with drinks. I could start to feel the wine take a strong effect and decided it was best to leave.

Getting I stumbled out of the bar and into the cool clear night. I had been to Paris as a tourist a few times and have to admit that it didn’t impress me, but, that night it looked electric. With the stunning buildings lit up and music seeming to sweep from every window – I decided to walk back to the hotel.

With every step I felt the different drinks drip into my brain. The wine had now fully entered my blood and I could sense the tell tale signs that the Gin was taking effect. By the time I had reached the tunnel the whiskey had kicked me like a mule.

Staggering, I enter the tunnel. The artificial lights blinded my hazy vision. As I stumbled and tripped I could hear a low down screaming noise. By the time I looked up I knew what it was. Directly in front of me were the two head lights of a large car. It was coming at me with speed. My drunken brain was not function quick enough. I had stumbled into the middle of the road in a blinding tunnel in front of a speeding car and my body had frozen in panic. I was about to die.

Half a second seemed like a minute. As the car was within 30 feet I could see the driver’s eyes. He was looking squarely at me and he could tell I was too shocked to move out of the way. He also knew he was about to kill me.

I closed my eyes and waited

Bang

My eyes shot opened and I looked down. I was not dead. In fact I was still standing in the same spot. To my left lay a wreckage of a large black car. The driver had swerved. He had risked his own life for me. For reasons that I will never fully understand – I ran. I ran to the hotel. I ran to my room and I dived under the sheets and I hid there until morning.

The papers the next day said he had died with his two passengers. The man saved my life and in doing so had lost his life, the life of someone’s son and the life of a mother of two children.
( KISS.ME.WHERE.I.POO Signed the sex offenders register on, Thu 2 Oct 2008, 23:13, 10 replies)

*phones the Express*

( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Thu 2 Oct 2008, 23:23, closed)

Yeah very funny...
I was shocked and awed at this tale of 'genuine' nobility for a good 5 minutes until i got the Diana joke
(Pimp my Clown is going back to the future on, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 0:12, closed)

Fuck I feel like a numpty!
I clicked reply about to post a "My god, that's fucked up" knid of response before I saw the reply above & realised the Di thing!

*Hides in shame*
(bill, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 0:38, closed)

bastard!

I didn't twig until i read the other replies. I just sat here like a twat saying "Wow."
(goorf, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 1:57, closed)

When I see a long boring story like this hoving into view...
...I always read the last few lines first. Saves time and yawns.
(apologies_for_length, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 2:00, closed)

Utter bastard.
I didn't get this until i read the replies above.
( Axai is in Montréal, Canada O.o, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 8:30, closed)

I am a bad man
As soon as he mentioned "tunnel" and "paris" I started sniggering to Di jokes... just glad someone's as sick as me!
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 9:48, closed)

Not content with raping the living from afar,
you have moved on to defiling a dead woman's memory.

You and your kind make me sick.

;)
( Holly Would long wheel based tranny, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 12:19, closed)

Arf!
KMWIP - you're really gaining a reputation for yourself.

;)
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 15:05, closed)

A reputation?
Me! The 13th duke of Kmwip! On an internet chat room! with my reputation!


Imagine the possibilities
( KISS.ME.WHERE.I.POO Signed the sex offenders register on, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 16:11, closed)