It takes me forever to find the club in Preston. The one way system is horrendous, I'm tired after work, the adrenaline is flowing, and so are my pussy juices. I'm finally in the queue to get in, my phone is going mad with his texts. Eventually, I see a tall dark figure pushing back through the crowds, I would recognise him anywhere; he won't recognise me, I've dyed my hair so many times, and changed how I look. 
I call his number just before he reaches me in the line. He's looking all around him, whilst the club-goers are trying to chat with him, he's a popular DJ, everyone wants his attention. And there he is, still with his phone to his ear, looking straight at me; I shut off the call, terrified that he will blank me or worse. His face splits into a huge grin, as he grabs my hand and pulls me under the ropes and into his arms. He procedes to kiss me lightly, whilst calling out my name, in front of the entire queue. I can feel jealous young girls' eyes burn into my back, as he leads me through the club to the VIP lounge. He's due on set any minute, so orders drinks for us both, tells me to join him in about half an hour, and then he's gone. 
My heart is racing, I've not seen him in 24 years, but it feels like only a few weeks have passed. He still looks the same, a little older, a little heavier, but it suits him. He still kisses the same, though............
