Dan's story

We pulled up on the empty street that boarded an industrial estate. The townhouse was large and double fronted, standing at three storeys high. It sat alone. It's bomb damaged neighbours long torn down after the war half a century before.

There is secure parking on a footprint of a old house. Ring fenced by pallisade fencing and monitored from s CCTV mast a single floodligjt. Not wanting to be seen walk in silence under the ghostly light and make haste from the car.

It's eerily silent as walked from the car. Mia's legs moved slower with every step. But my mind is a boiling pool of lust fuelled panic. So much so tripped on the door step, but luckily stopped myself from falling.

I then opened the heavy door and stepped inside.