There weren?t any mirrors in my bedroom. I could never really put myfinger on it but I hated meeting my own gaze in mirrors - probably due tothe shame...I felt about how I was throwing my life away. The only glimpsesI usually caught of my reflection was in the dark screen of my laptop orwhen I left the confines of my room in search of food or need for thebathroom. Holly had placed a large full-length mirror in the corridorwhich I knew she used to check her reflection before leaving the house.She. On the one hand he was a quiet and hard working student. He'd done well at school and had breezed through his first year of a business degree at Strathclyde University.But Gavin was also the notorious Glasgow vigilante and he had killed more than a dozen men in the past year, including the heads of several of the most powerful crime gangs that preyed on Glasgow's weak, innocent or unsuspecting public.The guilt of having watched his birth mother being raped and strangled and not being able to do. After about ten minutes and no sign of Rob, I thought he’d forgotten to let me know how Joan was, so I made my way back to our apartment to make sure she was alright. I let myself in with the key card and entered the passage way. Our room was on the second floor, after Rob and Claire’s room and next to the toilet. I made my way up the stairs and as my head became level with the upstairs floor, I was gobsmacked by what I saw. Rob was stood outside our room with his shorts around his ankles and. I was in my early thirties and in excellent shape working out every day. One Sunday afternoon, I was browsing the magazines at my local bookstore when I came across Hustler's Taboo magazine. I was very curious what it was about but it was shrink wrapped so I had to buy a copy to find out. I quickly walked to the cash register to find a rather long line of customers. I joined the line pressing the magazine to my chest so that nobody would see it. "Next," a young women called. I walked up to her.