One surprise before the ten minutes were up was the champ, as he came across to meet me.“Hello, I’m Patrick Fisher, I just wanted to say hi and go...d luck in the final.”“Hi Patrick, my name is Jack Owens, good luck to you too.” I stuck out my hand which he shook, not even trying to crush my smaller hand in his own.Once the ten minutes were up, we were called out onto the ring. We bowed to our referee and then each other. We were ready to fight. This final bout was to be two rounds of two. Starting tonight, you will spend an hour every evening writing a diary. The rest of the evening will be spent reading and discussing current affairs."I was seething but what could I do? "So where do I sleep," I asked through gritted teeth."In the bedroom through that door." I thought that was the bathroom?" No, there is no bathroom. You wash in the kitchen sink. The shower is outside and the lavatory is in a shed round the back." A fucking shed?"He smiled, "A pit toilet. A bit smelly but it. ’ For three years my husband and I slept in bunk beds.”― Joan Rivers28. “Sex without love is merely healthy exercise.”― Robert A. Heinlein, writerMORE: 12 Unlikely Sex Symbols 29. “I need more sex, OK? Before I die I wanna taste everyone in the world.”― Angelina Jolie30. “I just feel like every k** is growing up too fast and they’re seeing too much. Everything is about sex, and that’s fine for me. I’m not saying I don’t like it. But I don’t think it should be everywhere, where k**s are exposed. THE SEXWe found an empty room, and I pushed her inside. I closed the door and locked it to prevent anyone else from coming in.There were no beds in this room, just a cold metal table with hand and foot holds, to keep the sub in place. There were also shackles dangling from the ceiling both above the table and above empty floor space, just in case a master wanted a sub to be suspended in the air. The room was lit by dozens of candles and very dim lights that were buried in the floor, to give.