Was I Sexually Assaulted ?

[seven2go]

You might want to pack a lunch and pull up a chair. This is going to be a long answer.

 

[belamyi]

It is a very ugly thing to laugh at the synthetically impaired

 

[Cormac135]

My life is not a laughing matter, as so many of you seem to be so interested, please allow me to divulge a little of my past.

I was born into the slums of Calcutta now known as Kolkata, to a poor washer woman, she was gang raped by a visiting football team and i was born 8 months later, i never knew who my father was only that he must have been ravishingly handsome to have borne a son as beautiful as i turned out to be, i spent my childhood collecting scrap metal on the refuge heaps of the city and successfully avoiding the attention of various visiting English pedophiles.

I grew strong and savvy and decided to put my good looks to work, i became a rent boy to the rich men of the city, then one fateful night while i was with a client in his house he opened the safe to give me my money and i noticed the whole safe was filled with US dollars, something came over me (not him for a change) and while his back was turned i struck him hard on the back of the head with a heavy glass ashtray, down he went never to get back up again, i stole the money and quickly made my way back into the dark streets of Calcutta.

There was over $300.000, i was excited but terrified, no doubt the police would be after me soon enough, i bought a train ticket to the Kashmir and lived/hid among the local tribesmen for two years til the heat had died down in Calcutta, sadly my stay in Kashmir was curtailed due to a religious uprising that killed 32.000 people, i just made it out of there with my head still attached, sadly my friend Daniel Dravot a mad Scot also hiding out there would not be so lucky.

Off to Bangladesh i fled and from there using various means legal and not i managed to make my way to Europe, i once again took up my former life as a boy whore even though i still had most of the stolen money left, it was easier to hide among the dregs of the world as one of them, it was while i was servicing some East End gangster just off The Mile End Road in London that a proposition was put to me, would i like to make a bit of money as an assassin for the mob, i quickly gathered it was a job i couldn't turn down and so began my career as a man about town, killer for hire on the run from all and sundry.

For two year i butchered the worst that London could throw at me, and then on a chilly Autumn day my life was to change forever by the arrival of a face from the past.

To be continued..................if i can be arsed.

 

[Peloso]

My life is not a laughing matter, as so many of you seem to be so interested, please allow me to divulge a little of my past.

I was born into the slums of Calcutta now known as Kolkata, to a poor washer woman, she was gang raped by a visiting football team and i was born 8 months later, i never knew who my father was only that he must have been ravishingly handsome to have borne a son as beautiful as i turned out to be, i spent my childhood collecting scrap metal on the refuge heaps of the city and successfully avoiding the attention of various visiting English pedophiles.

I grew strong and savvy and decided to put my good looks to work, i became a rent boy to the rich men of the city, then one fateful night while i was with a client in his house he opened the safe to give me my money and i noticed the whole safe was filled with US dollars, something came over me (not him for a change) and while his back was turned i struck him hard on the back of the head with a heavy glass ashtray, down he went never to get back up again, i stole the money and quickly made my way back into the dark streets of Calcutta.

There was over $300.000, i was excited but terrified, no doubt the police would be after me soon enough, i bought a train ticket to the Kashmir and lived/hid among the local tribesmen for two years til the heat had died down in Calcutta, sadly my stay in Kashmir was curtailed due to a religious uprising that killed 32.000 people, i just made it out of there with my head still attached, sadly my friend Daniel Dravot a mad Scot also hiding out there would not be so lucky.

Off to Bangladesh i fled and from there using various means legal and not i managed to make my way to Europe, i once again took up my former life as a boy whore even though i still had most of the stolen money left, it was easier to hide among the dregs of the world as one of them, it was while i was servicing some East End gangster just off The Mile End Road in London that a proposition was put to me, would i like to make a bit of money as an assassin for the mob, i quickly gathered it was a job i couldn't turn down and so began my career as a man about town, killer for hire on the run from all and sundry.

For two year i butchered the worst that London could throw at me, and then on a chilly Autumn day my life was to change forever by the arrival of a face from the past.

To be continued..................if i can be arsed.

 

[luckynumbah7]

You might want to pack a lunch and pull up a chair. This is going to be a long answer.

He should bring popcorn, share with the class. There's hope for a part II, I'm giddy.

 

[m1thousand]

Today, I watched
- Mike loses his drawings at amusement park
- Jan wins Most Popular Girl at school
- Mike and Carol's friends adopt three boys in a spin off type episode (with Ken Berry) [I totally forgot about this episode]

 

[USEDCAR]

I am sure if it bothered you you could of said excuse me or something.

When i worked at my old job two females at different times grabbed my dick on purpose. I just shrugged my shoulders.

 

[LeicsDom]

My life is not a laughing matter, as so many of you seem to be so interested, please allow me to divulge a little of my past.

I was born into the slums of Calcutta now known as Kolkata, to a poor washer woman, she was gang raped by a visiting football team and i was born 8 months later, i never knew who my father was only that he must have been ravishingly handsome to have borne a son as beautiful as i turned out to be, i spent my childhood collecting scrap metal on the refuge heaps of the city and successfully avoiding the attention of various visiting English pedophiles.

I grew strong and savvy and decided to put my good looks to work, i became a rent boy to the rich men of the city, then one fateful night while i was with a client in his house he opened the safe to give me my money and i noticed the whole safe was filled with US dollars, something came over me (not him for a change) and while his back was turned i struck him hard on the back of the head with a heavy glass ashtray, down he went never to get back up again, i stole the money and quickly made my way back into the dark streets of Calcutta.

There was over $300.000, i was excited but terrified, no doubt the police would be after me soon enough, i bought a train ticket to the Kashmir and lived/hid among the local tribesmen for two years til the heat had died down in Calcutta, sadly my stay in Kashmir was curtailed due to a religious uprising that killed 32.000 people, i just made it out of there with my head still attached, sadly my friend Daniel Dravot a mad Scot also hiding out there would not be so lucky.

Off to Bangladesh i fled and from there using various means legal and not i managed to make my way to Europe, i once again took up my former life as a boy whore even though i still had most of the stolen money left, it was easier to hide among the dregs of the world as one of them, it was while i was servicing some East End gangster just off The Mile End Road in London that a proposition was put to me, would i like to make a bit of money as an assassin for the mob, i quickly gathered it was a job i couldn't turn down and so began my career as a man about town, killer for hire on the run from all and sundry.

For two year i butchered the worst that London could throw at me, and then on a chilly Autumn day my life was to change forever by the arrival of a face from the past.

To be continued..................if i can be arsed.