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Great story.

There was a very similar bloke where I used to live as a nipper. We used to play outside in and around the village in the hols. This is in deepest Dorset so it was assumed to be safe to play out side all through the hols. He used to hug all the little kids when we were playing outside. This guy was seriously creepy and used to freak me out quite a bit. He used to focus on our group most and was always asking us over for tea when we were out and always hand his hands on our shoulders and suchlike.

Parents of self and friends found out about this and went to "explain" that they were unhappy about this. This took some time and no one seemed to know anything about what had happened when bloke is seen a few days later with a face looking like an uncooked burger. He left after that and the last I heard he had hanged himself.

Turns out he had been doing this sort of thing for years. I'm just glad he fixed on my younger mate who was a rather delicate boy who also, unfortunately for Mr P-Do, had a human pitbull for a father. My dad is pretty docile too but is very protective of our welfare. Happily, at 6'3" and working as a furniture remover he was somewhat built up at that point and able to ensure welfare of littles.

Needless to say, outside playtimes were somewhat curtailed until John left and we could get back to normal.
(71 hour Ahmed wasn't working at, Tue 28 Jul 2009, 7:52, Reply)