“have I lost it finally?’ I thought, my mind was spinning. Ever since I’d seen his infamous, almost iconic, mug-shot – the contemptuous almost mocking way he looked out at the appauled British public from many a newspaper front page gave me many years of night-time fantasies and pleasure, was it also th fact he was a monster that turned me on? xnx We talked for about 5 minutes about the usual mudane subjects, whilst he sucked thoughtfully on his second cigarette squinting slightly and screwing his face up with every draw. He handed my knickers to me and I pulled them on. “No way, he’s fucking gorgeous” I remembered our long-winded and sometimes amorous correspondance and decided to mount the stairs and finally see that infamous face for myself.
