Some people might not like the idea of being pigeonholed, but I find it ideal. I have a type in within it, I am anonymous.I sidle up to the bar and or...er a beer. It is the first beer I've drunk in years, but it feels right and tastes so good in the hot, smoky darkness."You have a very pretty accent," says one of the girls sitting at the bar. Her own English is heavily accented--Jamaican or Bahamian, maybe. The speaker is dark-skinned enough to be from any of those places or Africa for that. She needs to spend time with a man; someone that cares for her and loves her." Sure mom" I answered."Mandy and I have talked" she paused. "She needs affection, to talk to a nice guy, to be in someone's life and have a friend" and I nodded."Do you understand Jack?"I said "No." A woman needs to know she is loved. Mandy had a bad marriage and she does not feel good enough to be with any man. She feels worthless. Mandy needs time to heal and needs to talk to a man, spend time with him, feel loved,. Paul said fcuk this i known a country lane down here like the back of my hand and it dawned on me later how he knew this lane so well. i looked at the speedo and we were flying at nearly a ton. my knob was back to normal and paul said we will shoot in here ,it was an enterance to somwhere but you couldn`t see it unless you knew and sure enough we heard all the bikes roar past and of into the distance what a stroke of luck for paul it couldnt have worked out better for him and as it turned out. “Oh fuck that's fucking beautiful Mum I can last all night like that.”“We haven’t fucked yet Ian have we and I haven’t taken you in my mouth either.”“Are we in a hurry Mum?”“Oh that's a lovely thought, I don’t want to rush it either. So tell me what’s with the cinema club?”She kept me on the edge bringing me close then pausing whilst I started talking about the club.“I’ve been going there for at least ten years and the release into being able to indulge myself wanking was liberating and I felt.