Tommy even came back begging to lay me and he was the last person who would ever have had the chance. When I left school I got a job in an office beca...se I knew how to type pretty fast. I was stuck in an office and they shoved all the work they could at me. My parents were always arguing about me wanting to know why I didn't go on a diet.When we were out in the car, my father had a habit of pressing down hard on the accelerator whenever he was mad - and I guess it did it once too often when he. I lost count of how many deep breaths I took, and I walked past the place first and into a nearby newsagents. It was then I repeated to myself, I haven't driven all those miles to wimp out, so I actually plucked up enough courage to go in. It was a magical experience standing there and being greeted by two smiling female faces. The coffee I drunk seemed add to my nervous, I couldn't hold the bloody cup still. Eventually I picked the clothes I wanted to wear and I got changed, and then waited. She was like ”sirrr, plssss give na”I : why should IK:cos I came from pg to meet uI: then sit for half n hour, then I will give u.Meanwhile she was hitting me I was hitting her, holding her and having fun touch her parts occasionally.In d process, I pulled her to me and held her hand. Her back was leaning on my chest. She did not try to escape. That was a signal for me. I kept my chin on her shoulder and talking to her. She was telling some stories. I slowly touched her bare shoulder with my. So that far you’re clear.”“Any more?” I ask.“Yeah, here,” he says, handling me a folded-up newspaper. It’s a small-town biweekly, but we hit the right day, it’s on the front page, Would-Be Carjacker Arrested.I scan the article quickly. The “suspect” seems to have a history of car theft, it says, and was also being held for possession of “an illegal substance”—crack, at a guess. He’d been treated for his “injuries”—that hand, I suppose, and probably a busted nose—at the local hospital and was.