Ithnay

Ithnay sat quite respondantely in the crystal bucket, taking three shock looks at the man in front of her. Ever the daper fellow of respectability, she thought, and continued to splash about in the water, flicking it over the edges of the bucket and slowing toying with her hair in more ways than was humanely decent. He watched her, slowly, glanced over her naked body and cheeky grin and thought quickly of Margaret Thatcher naked on a rainy day. Such is the toil of gentleman.

Ok, Daily Express, maybe I could write 80,000 words before your 2nd July deadline. I couldn't promise it would be any good or make sense however.