At the bottom of the page there was a counter and it read "000153"."Please, you've got to take it down !" I said desperately."Oh don't worry, nobody c...n tell its you. Its wholly anonymous – at the moment" I heard the unspoken threat and looked at her smiling face."What do you want from me ?" I asked with a mixture of suspicion and fear."Well, for starters I'd like to know more about your little hobby. I'd like to see your bondage equipment". I couldn't take this in, what was happening ?"Now !". Prostitutes, drugs, dog fights. the run and earn on the scummiest darkest events all running in the shadows of the estate, all the footmen of the Dredds still wear there purple tracksuits and bandannas. Sophie is barely a teen. at the age of 13 she is maturing slowly and is at that sweet ripe stage in which she is perfect in her physical appearance. it is a hot summers night in may and she is curled up on the sofa watching the EastEnders repeat at roughly 10:00pm. she hears a loud thud that. I watched him drink one more beer as he continued to cheer for his team. I laughed loudly when Mike fell of his chair and Dad giggled a bit. A few minutes later Dad started to snore, I was left alone to watch the game and I didn’t feel like going to my room. I walked over to Mike and tried to get him off the floor but he was too heavy and that didn’t stop him from snoring loudly. I checked on mom to make sure she was ok and laid her down on the floor putting one of the cushions from the sofa. I sat on her bed and made myself comfortable.I told her to continue what she was doing and we would talk a while. She sat on a lacy cushioned stool before a mirrored make-up table and began to run the comb through her thick hair. We could see each other in the mirror. I noticed a framed photograph of a beautiful woman next to the mirror.Her bedroom was decorated in a very feminine - almost little girl - style. White ornate furniture, lacey frills, fluffy cushions, stuffed animals, flowered.