When we got back to London on the 23rd, Dan grabbed me by the scruff of the neck before I could disappear indoors. He marched me into the garage where...we wouldn’t be overheard and gave me a severe telling off. I’d seen him angry before but never at me, so it was a bit of a shock.After his initial tirade about my treating people badly, he calmed down and told me: “Eleven-year-old boys who sulk in their bedrooms are powerless to challenge injustice. If you want to make things better for others,. . and he’d get this sad look when he’d check out the gun racks. It took me years to figure out why! Because it was ... it was the grave of his little John Dillinger ‘World-Famous ... Notorious Bank Robber’ dreams!” Her laughter died down and a hand began snaking up to her breast.“That’s right,” The Cara-Thing said, in exactly the way one might if one were slowly drawing a knife and staring at the vulnerable back of the foolish hero of a western, walking behind him along a ledge in a torchlit. For a few days before we met I became obsessed with the song "Birthday Sex" by Jeremih. All day at work and all night I would listen to it repeatedly. Wanting and waiting for his birthday to come. I drove myself crazy with anticipation to meet him. What was only a few days seemed like a month.The day came and I arrived at his apartment as scheduled and eager to wild. He opened the door and i was instantly wet. Not only was he naked wrapped ina towel, but his beautiful bedroom brown eyes and. “I-I love that you’re so small. You’re like a little hairless kitten, but at the same time you’re so surly and gruff, it drives me crazy. I just want to pick you up off the ground and squeeze the air out of your lungs all the time, but I know that you’d hate it. Yet somehow that makes me want to do it even more. You’re so fucking cute Jeff.”“I am not cute,” he insisted.“The fact that you don’t think you’re cute just makes you cuter.”He polished her clitoris with his thumb, ensuring that it was.