You will be the first - or more likely, the third - to know. I repeat, I did not screw Linda Shoesmith.She screwed me. I never had to move a muscle. Q...ite how she managed to be so ... well ... physical ... with all that lot hanging from her chest, I do not know, but no doubt it's a question of sustained practice. We performed our act on the living room carpet. The television was on, but I cannot for the life of me remember anything about the show. For me, this is a damning indictment of the. " I mean to think to myself but seemingly by mistake I speak it out loudly as my Eyes widen up you realize that this might not be the right thing to say to a suicidal person. He just chuckles and shruggs it off. I start moving towards him. "You look like shit that's been eaten by a dog and puked out into an even bigger pile of shit" he says, eyeing me up from head to toes. "Funny, a jumper talking to me about how my life sucks" I answer, although not meaning to say anything once again."Yes, I. You've fucking crossed the line. You don't let cunts like Reg Reid into the manor. From now on, you either pay tribute or you and all these dopey fuckwit junkies and clapped-out whores are gonna be incinerated." He gestured towards the other beds where those patients who were sufficiently conscious were trembling with fear."I already pay rent to Harry Rogers," said Roland."Next time that fucker comes round, you tell him you're paying rent to Oban Rushmore. That's me, if you didn't fucking know. She had a great figure of 34-29-36 she was wearing a blood red one full-length dress.Her full figure and assets were coming out of the dress and I was thinking that her boyfriend must be a blind man who cheated on her.After introducing ourselves we sat there and had a cup of coffee and made the plan to proceed to some five-star hotel in south Delhi only because we did not want to waste any more time in traveling. I booked a room in a big hotel at chatterpur area through my travel agent friend.