MG's Scenario game results Part 2

Right guys i wasn't here for this one so you'll have to help me out with the scenario, person, object.. I've taken a few guesses

Mg Stationary Cupboard, Nando, Stethoscope
Ok girls this is possibly my only encounter with Nando so ive made the most of it and added a little romance! Rushing into the stationary cupboard I grab some prescription pads and turn to leave just as the door slams behind me! Damn I think but someone will be along to let me out shortly! As if on cue the door opens again and I make out the tall figure of a man in the half light 'Mind the door' I shout and rush to grab it but we both miss and I find myself trapped in a 6ft square room, in the dark with a stranger. Having intoduced himself as the locum, Dr Torres comments on how hot the cupboard is - do you mind if I take my clothes off he asks? 'Not at all' I reply 'its dark and I can't see!' Theres a rustle and the sound of a zipper being lowered before silence returns and I know hes down to his boxers. Strangely this excites me and I move slightly closer til our legs are touching. Wow they feel good, all smooth and muscley. Curiousity gets the better of me and I reach out to touch it. He moans which is too much to bear and before I know it we're kissing like hes trying to breath new life into me! My clothes are gone and in seconds im laid on a pile of incontinance pads being banged til I can see stars! Suddenly I feel a strange coldness!! 'Dr Torres' I reprimand him 'has no one ever told you to warm your stethoscope before you put it there!!!!' Several hours later the cleaner opens the door to find us in a sweaty, exhausted pile on the floor. As my eyes become accustemed to the light I look across at Dr Torres and with a sharp intake of breath squeck: 'You never said you had freckles!!!' 'No' he replied looking at my inner thigh 'and you never said you were a Manc!!!!'

Lucy Cave, VV, Sleeping bag
One summer the SBAers all decide (for some reason) to go camping in France. MG is busy helping people with their tents and getting some baked beans going on the campfire (getting all Beaver leader on us), Laura has got the marshmallows out and is looking around for Cesc Fabregas and a six inch heel, whilst others sit around wondering why we're in France and not Spain. I am tired and head for an early night, in my own luxury tent wrapped up in the most comfortable sleeping bag ever. Suffice to say the great outdoors and I do not get along. As the night draws on, the chatter lessens and by 2 o'clock in the morning, everyone's asleep. The next thing I know, I am woken up by buzzing inside my tent. Scared of wasps and anything that buzzes, and still in my sleeping bag, I jump out of the tent and hop about, trying not to wake the others. The buzzy thing flies straight at me and I hop/run away in the opposite direction like a mad person. I end up lost on a calm beach (yes our campsite is next to a beach). It's early morning, no one is around, and I'm scared and crying. I call for MG and the others but there's no reply. I wander aimlessly along the beach before finding a cave to sleep in for the night. Still in the sleeping bag. I am vaguely aware of being moved. I am suddenly wide awake and just about to let out a scream when I realise I'm being carried by Victor Valdes! What on earth is he doing in a cave in France? I ask him, and he says that in his spare time, which he has plenty of these days since he wasn't even included in the national team, and he's not even sure if he should stay at Barcelona because of everyone else wanting to leave, and he's not sure whether he should continue to shave his head or grow it back and I say grow it back etc, he likes to stay in a beach hut on the French coast so he can paint landscapes and write stories (lol). He says he heard someone crying in the night and has been out looking for hours. To cut it short, we do fall in love. We all know what being a hero does for your sex appeal!

Gina Field of poppies, Villa, Handcuffs
Right, here goes mine:Ok, so I’m walking through a field of poppies with Villa, and it’s all going quite well. We’re laughing and joking and just generally having a lot of fun, until my hay fever starts flaring up. My eyes are itching like mad and I’m sneezing all over the place and all dear David can do is laugh. After a while, I can’t take anymore so we stop under a tree to have a rest and a drink of water, and no matter how sternly I glare at him he won’t stop laughing. Well, clearly I’m not going to stand for that!! My back is pressed against the tree as I smile at him sweetly and beckon him over. He leans in and his lips are inches from mine. His eyes are closed and he’s completely oblivious as I slide out from the gap between him and the tree and grab his hands, cuffing him to the tree trunk. He gasps and his eyes shoot open as I straighten up.“Who’s laughing now?” I say as I watch him struggle to free himself. He fixes me with one of his moody glares and mumbles something under his breath in Spanish. Even though I’m perfectly aware he’s probably swearing at me, it sounds quite romantic and for a second, I almost decide that I should uncuff him. However, as I sneeze again, the smile is back on his face and I scowl at him, tying the key to his fingers and leave him in the poppy field.It’s quite a lot later that evening and I’m already in bed when I hear a door slam downstairs. I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep as David storms up the stairs, throwing a bunch of poppies in my general direction and sliding into bed next to me. He doesn’t say a word, just kisses me on the cheek and turns his back. Sleep is slowly taking over me when I hear the unmistakable click of the cuffs. I try to sit up, but there’s something holding me back. The bastard’s only gone and cuffed me to the bed!! I give him a rough shove with my free hand and he turns around, his eyes filled with mischief as he leans closer to me. “I always get the last laugh.”

Stephanie Food fest, Luis Garcia, A panscrub.
I am with my group of friends watching tv when we see an add for food fest. Being bored and hungry and having nothing else to do we decide it might be fun to head down there and see what sorts of fun we can have. We arrive and find all of the food to be terrible and not to our liking so we head to a Spanish restaurant just down the street. Everyone orders up. We get the food and it is absolutely delicious. Just then, all of my friends decide to dine and dash, and me having morals decides I can’t, but I only have enough money to cover my food. Because of this I am stuck washing dishes with a pan scrub to cover the rest of the debt. I absolutely hate dishes and so I ask to speak to the owner and see if there is any other way I can resolve this. The manager then goes and obtains the owner who is none other than Spanish mega-hunk baller, Luis Garcia. I start to panic a little and finally I manage to stutter out “I don’t like doing dishes.” He just sort of looks at me and asks me to fill him in on the situation because he is not fully aware of what is going on. After telling him the story, I argue that I covered the cost of my meal and therefore I shouldn’t be punished for the wrong doings of my friends and that I just absolutely hate dishes with a passion. He thinks for a minute and then tells me there is one other solution to this problem….. I promptly agree seeing as that would be so much more fun than having to wash the dishes. We then head back to El Casa de Garcia where we have a lot of fun together. I wake up the next morning and do the walk of shame back to my friends where they ask me what happened. In response I just smile and say “I love doing dishes.”

RG
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