We'd been watching the Shining. We were staying in an old church building. In hindsight, taking the shortcut home after midnight, in the mist, through the old graveyard was a bad idea.
I'm not sure what started it, but suddenly all the hairs on my neck had gone up and I was crapping myself. It was almost as bad as when, after a few cups of coffee too many and buzzing on caffeine, I got freaked out by my own reflection in the toilets.
When were you last really scared?
(, Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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I was 15 1/2 and shagging ginger Pat, who was 19 and loved it anywhere, everywhere and anytime-including one time breaking into a solicitors office so's we could 'do it in comfort' and being young dumb full of cum I dumped her for Linda who frankly was a lot less barking.
So ginge decides to tell Daddy she's up the duff & me not knowing this agreed to meet with her at the pier for a chat: Daddy being a Docker spread the word amongst his mates to look out for me & administer the apparently much needed kicking. I hid for 3 hours under a crate, tarpaulins and other such dock smelly shit before slinking off not much the wiser.
length? at 15 it can fill a pram, a cot & a maternity ward.
(, Thu 1 Mar 2007, 12:04, Reply)
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