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"I don't believe it. If that was true it would be common knowledge" said Bryan.

"Better follow them when they go to the toilets!" suggested Nick, who had just joined our circle.

"If you'd been reading your tabloids mate, you'd know there's been a hell of a lot of speculation about them. They say they're all feminist fanatics too. Nobody had heard of them a couple of months ago and this has helped them get publicity."

"Yea well that's what it is then, just a publicity rumour. Till they get found out."

"Now's the time then! They're staying up at the Guest House. Who's going to play detective?"

I had kept very quiet since my earlier protests. But I leapt at this challenge perhaps because of a desperation to draw attention to myself. So was already thinking hard about how to get in there and take some pics. I could prove myself to the others. The more I thought about it the more I was gripped with the idea.

It was a wet night so I had the added cover of a raincoat. My digital camera was safely in my pocket. I thought how fantastic it would be to get a good full frontal shot of one of them.

The first stage was to get into the guesthouse un-noticed. I had been there before and I knew the interior roughly. I also knew that they did not have en-suite facilities in every room so I guessed some of them would have to make use of the communal bathroom.

I had made an excuse and slipped away from the pub early so I knew I had a little time before the group got back to their rooms. I was ready with excuses as to why I was there but fortunately there seemed to be no-one around. I went up the stairs with a feeling of gathering excitement and wary of any sounds around me.

I was half way up when suddenly a door opened in the corridor below. It was out of sight so I hurried on up and across the landing to what I thought was the bathroom.

I was right but it was smaller than I expected. Where was I going to hide? There was no easy cupboard. There were only shelves and I didn't fancy trying to conceal myself on one in amongst the towels. What if she went to choose a new towel?

Then I noticed an extra curtain next to the shower. It covered a little recess, which housed some cleaning materials. I went in, pulled the curtain across and realised that my feet and ankles were still easily visible below the curtain so I stood on a plastic bucket. Luckily I am quite light!

About half an hour later I heard voices at first far away downstairs then getting nearer. They were laughing and giggling and sounded quite drunk. Soon their voices were very plain and near.

"Hey what did you tell them? How long have we got? Shit I've got to get showered before they get here."

"Don't worry Suzy they'll fuck you anyway!" More shrieks and laughter.

Suddenly the door burst open. I froze as I stood on the bucket, but I could just see through a crack in the curtains. My heart was pounding. This was Mandy, a big girl, I recognized as the lead singer. In a second she flung off