My whole life has been a facking crisis: c***dhood anxiety giving way to teenage angst. I pick up a copy of The Daily Sport which a passenger has give... me from the day before. I read the ‘massage’ ads. One stands out: Blonde 21 year old with tanned 36-24-36 figure, Bournemouth. I ring the number. She’s working today. I know it’s illicit… and that’s what makes it exciting. What if I get caught? I ask myself… think of the shame. You won’t get caught… it’ll be fun! I’m in a dilemma. I toss a coin. They jumped, spun around and saw the scowling faces of the couple pressed against the glass. Seconds later, the man was on the porch, waving a scolding finger at them. The other hand held a lit cigarette. ‘Where the hell do you two think you are? You ain’t gonna do that shit around here. Rain or no rain, off the property! Now!’ ‘Sir, I was about to call my fiancé to pick us up,’ Melissa said, looking contrite. ‘He’s not too far away.’ The guy guffawed, took a drag and shook his head. ‘Your. Someone in our family went to see Dad each month. He always told us to bring candy bars and cartons of cigarettes. I asked him if he took up smoking but he said it was for a few of the friends he had made.Bob had asked Dad if his life was hard in prison and did he get in much trouble? He was told that he let people know he wasn't going to take their shit and after knocking a few guys around he was pretty much left alone, other than a few friends.He said one time he was warned by a buddy that. "You got a boyfriend?" she asked, god she's fishing."No not just now," I answered. "You'll need to come down the village withus one night, I'll find you a nice young local man" she replied. "Eh I'mquite happy as I am," I said."Fair enough, Melissa looks well," she said glancing round at herquickly. Finally I thought, it's your job to monitor her welfare, glad tosee you're interested. "Yes she's really well, such a darling I love herto bits." She opened her purse and took out a pack of.