I live in the south of England in a fairly small town. Quite pretty except when it’s raining. Lots of fields, trees and farms. You get my gist. It’s a sleepy place. So to go out, you go to bigger towns. Lucky for me public transport is pretty good. Trains or buses quite frequent, but better still get a boyfriend with a car This I did and he liked to drive me places. His car wasn’t too bad. Don’t ask me what it was. All I know is it had good sounds. It was silver and he loved it. He spent lots of time cleaning it, fixing it, talking about it. and showing it at shows, but he was also moaning about it constantly. It always needed something, but he loved it, probably more than he would admit. I liked it too, it wasn’t like his friends’ cars, always full of junk, but best of all if we went out in his car I sat in the front. Like his car he liked me to look good. I’m not the tall blonde bombshell type. I am almost five foot three. I am sporty, I spend a fe...