Sissy Space Age pt1: The black whole!

I'm Clark Bent, successful psychologist, published authority, respected intellectual and utter fake. A mere seamless façade veiling a purpose and a mission engineered in another world, a covert task to reach inside humanity's surpressed or forgotten primal drive.
My camper van (space craft) was so easy to handle, my mind wandered from the narrow lanes and over the stone wall, across the moor in search of calm and solitude. To heal, at least regroup after a successful but tiring season at the centre.
Slowing for a tight bend, I almost missed the entrance to the Layby, a twinkle of vehicles reflectors caught my full beam revealed the long dark car park cut into the side of the glen. Weary now, I methodically selected the far corner and claimed a flat stretch tucked away from the road and out of the wind which would come later.
settled now, it was time. Time to bring the training to the table, an horrific transformation under the moonlight. In about an hour the camper was peaceful the soft glow from the laptop was gentle, sound on quiet.
I had done everything to my satisfaction so relaxed now. Stretching out I enjoyed seeing light reflected in my black patent shoes, the heels and the straps round my ankles spoke volumes. The mission continues, Sissy Space Age was here in the north in the dark in a van...