Lie

You've never been great at lying but you give it your best shot.

'No, sorry what are you famous for?' You keep your face as straight as possible

Jordan raises an eyebrow suspiciously and then after a moment's thought her face drops a little, she is perhaps a little dissapointed. 'Oh, well thats alright I s'pose'. She says. 'Erm, yeah Im a model. In the tabloids a lot, bleedin papparazzi y'know, bunch of wankers'.

'Oh right' you say trying to supress a laugh, 'must be difficult'

Jordan pulls away her long thick hair from her face, her body lifting slightly out of the water, her breasts rising amongst the soap suds. 'Anyway, thanks for helping me out' she says 'Your my saviour aintcha!'. She looks at you and smiles, before grabbing her glass of brandy and taking a mouthful.

'Anything else I can do for you?'' you suggest.

'Um, actually seeing as my clothes are wet, would you mind getting some stuff out of the car for me? I know it's raining hard'...

The rain is pounding hard onto the window of the bathroom.

'No problem' you say

'Aint you a darling, theres a few bags there from the shoot, just grab one, anyfing will do' says Jordan, 'I think my keys are in my clothes somewhere...'

'Sure, wont be a sec' you say and turn and leave, you find the keys in her skirt on the floor and head downstairs. You put on your raincoat and head outside into the howling wind and rain. You spot Jordan's car and slowly make your way toward it.

On opening the boot you can see a few large bags of clothes, it's difficult to make out what's inside