Of which Anita meets David Tennant (and there is a pleasant outcome)

Anita had not heard of her prize before she won him.

The auctioneer scoffed. “And what planet d’you reside on then, Miss?”

Hardly your pathetic little asteroid, Anita thought, but didn’t say.

David Tennant was quite presentable, if a bit shaggy. In the limo, he teased. “Dreading this, are we?”

Silly man.

Outside Brown’s, the papparazzi lay in wait.

Prize nudged the driver, who drove on by.

At Claridge’s, they sipped tea, shared a delightful cucumber salad, nipped upstairs, made love twice.

Voila. Anita had met David Tennant and there was an unusually pleasant outome (several in a row, actually.)

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Title by: theprotagonist
Story by: Bill Henderson

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