The women keeps stalking me?

Location : the Isle of Wight memroal Park,
Time : The measure of passage of a linear existance(don't ask)
 
As Phil tucked the disk into his pocket, Phil heard a very stange noise. It was a woman moaning.
 
He looked in the direction and coudlt belive his eyes.
 
Tara was here?
 
"Hang on a mo, she should be in Euro Disney right now with WW?"
 
Completey failing to miss the small crater in the wall of the park, phil went over to Tara and pulled he from the wreckage. On closer inspection, the craft wasn't wreckage, just very badly designed.
 
Making sure she was allright by NOT doing anything that might be consided naughty(ie checking her pulse etc), Phil then carried her to a nearby inn, plooped his Tripple platinum card down on the counter and  said the the strange thing behind the counter : "1 room please - 1 bed , single"
 
"Wil sir be wanting 'Room Service?"
 
"Stop that, I'm not some stupid tourist. Just send up some breakfast though ok?"
 
The inn keeper started to leer at Phil(What was it with leering people today he wondered) and took Tara up to the room, where he carefuly tucked her into the bed and sat down to keep and eye on her
 
<< HAH - and you all though Phil would live up to his name. - Tara - your turn>>