This is the story of how this all started.At the time, I was dating a worthless punk of a man. He had a bad habit of getting drunk and trying to rape ...e. He had a rape fantasy and when he was drunk, he couldn't control himself. Most of the time, I could hold him off or just let him pass out. But one night, after a particularly violent attempt on his part and a broken bottle upside his head on mine, I ran out of the house and straight to Paul's front door. I didn't have many clothes on since my. Neil could not resist asking the newcomer “Where have you been all season?”“Don’t ask” he said “the wife bought the season ticket last summer, and kept it for a surprise Christmas present.”My son has just asked me why his friends Aziz and Tariq didn’t get any Christmas presents off Santa.So I told him “Son, you’re 10 years old now and you’re old enough to know the truth about Santa ... he fucking hates Muslims.”My girlfriend told me last Christmas she wanted something surprising and sexy.. ’ ‘Why? Do they think I’ll try to top myself?’ I asked, somewhat sarcastically. Charley looked slightly embarrassed for a moment. ‘No, don’t be silly, it wasn’t anything like that. We all thought that you needed someone to be with you for a few days, that’s all. Barry and Marie-Lise should be here any time now. Barry reckons there’s some things you need to take care of this morning.’ ‘What things?’ ‘Dunno, mate. You know Barry, he’s the brains in this outfit,’ Charley replied, looking. Her hair was sc****d back from her face severely, and she was wearing a studded black collar.I nearly came in my pants! I suddenly realised that my mouth was open and I was holding my breath. I exhaled, whistling as I did so. “What on earth?” I started to say. “Did I say you may speak to me you snivelling piece of shit? You talk when I let you and you finish every sentence with Mistress. Understand?” “What the hell are you playing at?” I said. “Did I not explain clearly enough? Do you not.