"Learn to like being dressed as woman and used by these poofters inthis jail; you're fucking joking! I hurled at her.Then I felt an enormous slap acro...s my backside; the pain wasexcruciating."Oh god!" I moaned."No not god, just little old iron-bar Steve. Fucking hurts don't it;my steel bar crashing against your arse like that?" So you think I'm a 'poofter'; well I've got a another steel bar righthere in my jeans honey and you've got about ten minutes to take care ofit!"It was Eddie's enforcer. „DU hast mich schon lange genug mit deinem geilen Arsch aufgegeilt, du läufst ja nicht den ganzen Tag aus Spaß in Leggings herum, oder?“ fragt er mich Ernst und klatscht mir dabei mit der flachen Hand hart auf Arsch.Ich kreische etwas auf und antworte schnell: „Sie sind einfach sehr gemütlich… aber ja ich mag es wenn du mir auf den Hintern schaust, wenn ich die Spielsachen vom Boden aufhebe oder mit deinen Kindern puzzle.“Er lacht und presst mir seine Eichel stramm gegen den Muschieingnag. Ich. " Peter blew a kiss at his mother andalmost skipped into the kitchen to make their tea.She headed upstairs to her bedroom, undoing her jeans as she went.Arriving inside she took them and her sweatshirt off and she threw themover the chair, then she opened her wardrobe and looked insidethoughtfully. Suddenly all her normal clothes looked dowdy and drab, shelooked through her skirts and her dresses, but after the clothes she hadbeen wearing the last weeks she knew that he wouldn't like any of. It was the first sign of emotion I'd seen in his face; at leasti: was one of warmth, possibly even pleasure. I pulled the edges of the dressing-gown:: get her again."Any particular sort of tea?" Chinese if you have it; otherwise, milk, sugar and make it strong."With this peculiar contradiction in my mind, I turned and went back into the kitchen. Hecould have Safeways. like me. I thought. But I liked strong tea too, so I let it brew until itwas wickedly dark"Tea's up!" I called, and he came.