Alanna
Alanna I He turned the car off into a side-street, even though the sat-nav said there was a mile still to go. It was late enough that the industrial estate would be quiet and he soon found a side road that led behind some factories. He parked up in such a way that the opened boot would block the view of any other cars that might come down this deserted alley-way. He knew he was being paranoid, but he had good reason. He quickly shed his shirt and trousers, briefly revealing the satin lingerie underneath, before covering it with the dark red dress. He discarded his shoes into the boot, but decided not to put the high heeled boots on just yet. He scrambled back into the car and fitted the blonde wig and applied his make-up. He took a moment to drink from his flask. With what he had planned, being stopped by the police would probably be a blessing. He took out his phone and looked again at the message. Apart from the details of when and where, it was quite plain: “It will hurt;