As foreman John had been assigned to us. He was then a man of about 35 years and about 15 years older than us guys. John was a tall man, very muscular... He had very broad shoulders and a narrow hips with a small muscular ass. His chest was very hairy. He had nice big nipples, and his hair ran out over the navel to make a nice dark bush again in the genital area. John knew exactly how he had to deal with us guys, so that the work was always punctual and tidy finished. We were all young and always. I don't know. I don't keep a diary.) They were playing at some dump in Tampa, of all places. About half-an-hour into the show, some fat asshole in the back yelled, "Go fuck yourselves, faggots!" Before I tell you what happened next, let me tell you about what Suicide shows were like in the early-to-mid Seventies. Picture two leather-clad guys, one scowling and torturing an organ, the other striding around like some Fifties housewife's nightmare of a rockabilly (who had come for her daughters. At Manton’s Major Simon often demonstrates his skill by shooting out a pip on a playing card. My best ever shot was a foot away from the card. He has survived half a dozen duels. I have never challenged anyone before and even with swords my skill is barely adequate. With pistols at ten paces? I might hit him if I threw the pistol. I was only at the gentlemen’s club because my wife had gone out again with her dubious friends to Vauxhall Gardens. I had tried to tell her that it isn’t a suitable. To me there is nothing more annoying that waking up just a few minutes before the alarm went off. I had turned off the alarm without seeing what time it was. It was a small win, but hey, I will take anything!You may wonder why I hate that so much. Well, ever since I was young, being awake meant getting out of bed. I don't know why, but to me, once you were awake, there didn't seem to be any point in delaying the next step - to get up. To say it used to annoy my girlfriends was an.