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visited a high rise building before let alone stayed in one, but like all the other recent changes in her life, she was sure she could get used to it.
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    Gordon hadn’t actually missed, Katy, but he missed her money, her cooking and he missed sex.  In part, he solved the problem of no longer having access to her income by stealing from shops in and around the Manchester area.  He also regularly broke into his neighbours’ homes while they were at work and took anything of value he could find to sell, making sure he reported a fictitious break-in at his own flat to throw the police off the scent.  His meals were supplied courtesy of the local Chinese restaurant or the kebab shop, but for sex, he knew he’d have to make a bit of an effort.
    Gordon spruced up himself and the flat as best he could.  He even put clean sheets on the bed and sprayed ‘Febreze’ to mask any lingering odours.  He wasn’t bad looking and women were often attracted to his cheeky banter.  When he’d spoken to Dennis, the landlord of his local pub at the beginning of the week, he’d mentioned that a twenty-strong hen party was booked in for some food and a ‘knees up’ on Saturday night.
    “You might want to keep a safe distance,” Dennis said.  “The girls have hired a male stripper and it could get pretty rowdy.  At the last hen night, the lasses got so drunk, even the taxi drivers wouldn’t take them.”
    Perfect, Gordon thought, just the way I want them, boozed up and turned on.  Surely he’d manage to get one of them to go home with him.
    He carefully showered and dressed in his sexiest casual gear, clothes that would show off his muscular frame.  He didn’t make his way into the pub until after ten o’clock giving the party time to be in full swing.  ‘The girls’ were a mixed bunch, with the youngest being barely old enough to drink and the oldest a woman in her fifties, probably the bride’s mother, who clearly felt uncomfortable by the gyrations of the stripper.  Gordon spied two women aged in their late thirties or early forties.  They were already very drunk and he watched as one of the women staggered towards the door to get some air.  Then he made his move.
    He followed the girl to the beer garden at the back of the pub.  She tottered slightly on her impossibly high heels, one of which sank into the grass at the side of the path and became stuck.  The girl began to giggle as she tried to free herself.  Crouched to her knees she only managed to succeed in sinking her other heel into the grass as well.  She was very merry and at the stage of drunkenness when everything amused her.
    “Oh dear, what have we here, a fallen angel perhaps?  Let me help you sweetheart.”  The words slid easily off Gordon’s tongue.  “What’s you r name?  Is it Angelica?”
    The girl stared up at him and tried to focus.
    “My name’s Tracy,” she said.  “Wow , what big muscles you have.  Are you the stripper?”
    Gordon flexed his biceps, “All the better to hug you with,” he replied.
    Tracey laughed and the effort caused her to lose balance , she sat down hard onto the grass and giggled again.
    “Please allow me to help you pretty lady,” Gordon said flashing his most charming smile.
    He stood in front of the girl, grabbed her under the arms and lifted her bodily off the ground.  She was very petite, with enormous breasts. He felt a stirring in his loins. Carrying her to one of the tables in the garden, he sat her down while he rescued her shoes which were still stuck in the grass.
    “Do I get a kiss for helping you?” he asked.
    You can have more than a kiss,” she replied.  “Bring those muscles over here, big boy.  This is meant to be a party isn’t it?”
    Gordon couldn’t believe his luck.  He planted his lips over Tracy’s.  She tasted of beer and cigarettes, but he didn’t care.  He embraced her slim frame , holding her firmly with his arm while he expertly reached under her skirt and