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During an away cricket
match, as Paul waited to go into bat, he got talking to a brunette
called Natalie.He was immediately
attracted to her. Natalie was both pretty and intelligent. Paul
didn’t like the air-head Trish type, nor the po-faced bluestocking
school mistress variety, either. Paul wondered momentarily if
Natalie was a bloke in a frock, but good sense prevailed. Even he
wasn’t unlucky enough to encounter two cross-dressers.
Because Natalie lived some
distance away, he was able only to see her at weekends. It was
during their second weekend together when he was able to confirm
Natalie’s womanly attributes.
The two had dined at the
pub in Natalie’s village. The heavy oak beams and rustic interior
appealed to the country boy within Paul. He particularly enjoyed
the horse brasses by the large open stone fire-places, and the
prints depicting various hunting scenes along the walls. Paul got
carried away with the pub’s rural ambience, not to mention