He had made it back to the safety of
his Chelsea hideaway but not without the odd moment. He always struggled to
concentrate after the excitement of the drugs and the euphoria of being close
to the edge. The following through and
doing what millions of men dream of doing everyday but don’t because they
haven’t got the balls! All men would love to rape a pretty bitch! But they
would never follow through like me! He had panicked when he’d been
exchanging the Golf and taxi, and accidentally set off the alarm in the garage.
He had been feeling really paranoid as it was and the screaming siren made him
drop his keys. He’d fumbled about for them and had finally managed to run in
and turn off the alarm.
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