Manchester nutter
Long story short.At Uni in Manchester and coming back from a drunken night with the boyfriend on the night bus(read meeting point for incorrigible weirdos).

I´m a 6 footer and rather handsome,but my then squeeze was 6'4 and build like a brick shithouse and FANTASTICALLY handsome.D'oh.


So this clipboard wielding goon gets on the bus and makes a beeline for us(bear in mind this was at 3 in the morning)-saying he´s doing a survey about politics or terrorists or spies or some such bollocks.He asks what I do and I politely confirm I am a student and bid him farewell.My bloke thinks it would be funny to annoy him,so he says his job is Classified Top Secret.We think we´re hilarious and tell the bloke to get lost.


Oops.


Cut to three days later,and the clipboard tosspot asking all over the halls of residence where I live,my name,the names of my family and my boyfriend.He showed up at the bar where I worked,discovered the course I was doing to wait for me after lectures,and was generally in my back pocket for a rather alarming 2 months.Police said they couldn't do anything,so my chap kicked him in the ribs and threatened to 'cut your fucking nob off if you go near my boyfriend again'.

Result.

I was very compliant in bed for quite some time after...................


Length?Big and powerful.Yum.
(shirleytemplesarse, Fri 1 Feb 2008, 16:29, Reply)