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Chapter 7 Eventually we bought a car and decided to drive down tothe New Forest for five days. We looked in the papers andfound a suitable hotel. It was a long drive but with the lovelycountryside and Gallagher and Lyle´s Breakaway album wedidn’t notice. The hotel was very pleasant: a big oldy worldyresidence with nice spacious rooms. The bar was particularlynice: oak beams, stained coloured glass windows and ainglenook fireplace gave it a very welcoming atmosphere. We unpacked and went down stairs for a drink. We had,had a late lunch at a restaurant on the way down so didn’t feellike an evening meal. The time now was about seven thirty.There was about five or six people there: all in their mid-twenties a man and a woman sitting at a table and two menwith one woman at the bar; they all seemed to know oneanother. Me and Ann had a vodka and tonic at the bar and soonstarted talking to the people at the bar with the others at thetable joining in. They were all very pleasant and me and Annsoon felt very at home there. After a while a young girl of about18yrs. of age joined the man who was on his own at the bar. Shewas about five foot two, with short dark hair, nice figure andlooked absolutely gorgeous. After another while someone putsome music on and one couple started dancing; me and Anngot to know the gorgeous girl and her boyfriend. Her name wasGeorgina but everyone called her Georgy, her boyfriend’sname was Mike. We chatted, drank our drinks and were havinga good time; then Mike asked Ann for a dance and Georgyasked me. Initially the music was fast but then a slow one cameon and me and Georgy very quickly got it together. She pressedup very hard to me and my cock was immediately turned on.She looked up at me with an open mouth that soon had mytongue in it and to this day I can remember the power of sexualenergy that completely took us over. She had a low cut dress 95

Chapter 7which allowed you to appreciate how lovely her tits were. I slidmy hand into her dress and gently eased one tit out so I couldbend and suck her nipples. “Oh Roy that feels so nice, I really want you to take me tobed and love me…..but do you know what you’re doing?” Well of course I didn’t know what I was doing, I was wellpissed and suddenly had this situation thrust upon me. Ilooked over at Ann who was not dancing but stood therelooking at me. I went over to Ann and we both went upstairsto our bedroom. I could hardly walk up the stairs I was sodrunk and Ann verbally blasted me with some very choice badlanguage as we went up. At breakfast Georgy who worked there, walked past ourtable and said hello. Ann gave her a look that could kill. Wefound out later that they all worked there. Except for Georgy,the other five were all divorcés who had joined together andbought the hotel to run it as a business. The rest of the stay there was very pleasant, no more wasmentioned about the above incident and me and Ann verymuch enjoyed the company of these people. Their perspectivewas they were free, it was the sixties, the contraceptive pill washere and everyone was rebelling against the system. So theyjust wanted to enjoy it. Sounds good to me!The New Forest countryside was wonderful and we enjoyeddriving around the country lanes. Back at the hotel they had apop/rock group play for two of the five evenings that we werethere and the owners were great fun to be with; even Ann andGeorgy became friends. We drove back home feeling relaxedand happy, thank God.We had a very wide selection of people who came into Sulka and they all had one thing in common they werevery wealthy. Otherwise there was no point in coming into a 96

Chapter 7shop that was so expensive. Sammy Davies jnr who never keptstill, he would be tapping his feet and singing to himself, JerryLewis, partner of Dean Martin for a while. One day Jerrywalked into the shop and thought he would cheer everyone upand make them laugh so he did his funny walk where one foottrips over the other and he staggers around trying to keep hisbalance. All the sales men were sitting at their desks, headdown working, no one even looked up. Jerry said, “Oh fuckyou, you miserable load of cunts” and went to his seat to beshown some shirt patterns. Sorry Mr Lewis, at Sulka takingyour money is a very serious business. I remember Linda McCartney coming in to buy Paul someScottish two ply pure cashmere roll collar pullovers. One sunny summer afternoon Kirk Douglas came in, he waspersonally served by our managing director Mr Preece whokept on going on about an old western film that he had seen onthe television the other night which starred Kirk. By revues andinterviews that I had read, it was not one of his best and asPreecy, as we called him but not to his face of course, went onand on about this perhaps being the best film he had ever seen.So Kirk hid behind his sunglasses and let his mad fixed grin dothe rest.King Faisal was staying at the Dorchester Hotel. His accommodation was the whole of the top floor of the hotelfor him and his entourage and all of the floor below for hisbodyguards. The King wanted some new shirts, so I wouldshow him the different patterns and Fred the shirt fitter wouldtake his up to date measurements. It was nice to walk into the Dorchester and say to the desk“We have an appointment with King Faisal.” We were of 97

Chapter 7course first shown to the floor below where we were veryprofessionally frisked by various bodyguards, I didn’t feel athing, then taken up to the next floor and shown into a RoyalCourt sort of room, an absolutely enormous room. There musthave been at least a hundred and fifty seats lining up on eachside of the, let’s call it a ballroom. Me and Fred sat down in twoof the three hundred chairs and waited to serve His Majesty.After about twenty minutes King Faisal and his entourageentered and every one of the chairs was slowly filled. Therewere bodyguards everywhere. As I showed King Faisal theshirt patterns I felt that if I made one false or too quick move, itwould be my last one. Each time he chose a pattern itautomatically meant that he wanted a dozen shirts of thatpattern. He chose fifteen patterns. When the king had chosen,I retired to my seat and Fred took over. I remember thinking atthe time that I will never forget this experience.(Faisal bin Abdulaziz Al Saud was King of Saudi Arabia from1964 to 1975. As king, he is credited with rescuing the country'sfinances and implementing a policy of modernization andreform. His main foreign policy themes were pan-Islamism,anti-Communism, and pro-Palestinian nationalism. Hesuccessfully stabilized the kingdom's bureaucracy, and hisreign had significant popularity among Saudis. In 1975 he wasassassinated by his nephew Faisal bin Musaid.) Alec Guinness came into the shop and I went up to servehim, “Good afternoon Mr Guinness, can I help you.” Preecywas up like a shot, “You don’t address Sir Alec like that, yousay good afternoon Sir Alec, congratulations on yourknighthood, can I be of service” by this time Sir Alec haddiscreetly sidled away and gone behind one of the tie stands tohide. 98

Chapter 7 (Sir Alec Guinness, CH, CBE was an English actor. After anearly career on the stage, Guinness was featured in several ofthe Ealing Comedies, including The Ladykillers and KindHearts and Coronets in which he played nine differentcharacters. He is also known for his six collaborations withDavid Lean: Herbert Pocket in Great Expectations, Fagin inOliver Twist, Col. Nicholson in The Bridge on the River Kawin,Prince Faisal in Lawrence of Arabia, General Yevgraf Zhivagoin Doctor Zhivago, and Professor Godbole in A Passage toIndia. He is also known for his portrayal of Obi-Wan Kenobi inGeorge Lucas's original Star Wars trilogy, receiving anomination for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor.) Just a mention about Mr Preece the managing Director. Hewas a very sincere man who was respected by everyone at theshop. Always immaculately dressed. Normally a chalk stripeon a dark gray or light gray suit. Sulka shirt and tie of courseand black brogue shoes. A fair and caring man, he had been atSulka’s for most of his working life. I remember when he wasfinally retiring, the company discussed with him what presenthe wanted and it was decided that he would have his wholehouse fitted with a new wall to wall carpet. Sulka would be notified that Adnan Khashoggi would bevisiting the shop within the next hour and we would be givena list of garments to put out for his perusal. Shirt patterns,Italian thick brocaded silk dressing gown patterns, *vicunaknitwear.(This gives you an idea of the cost of vicuna products at today’sprices. Loro Piana Vicuña products.* Exclusive zipped bomberjacket in vicuña, the world’s finest, rarest natural fibre. Plainknit body and sleeves, high neck and hem worked in a narrowrib. The knitted elbow patches lend a sporty feel. Warm, light 99

Chapter 7and ultra-soft, dedicated to clients who appreciate a trulyunique yarn. 6,200 euros.) All the sales staff are at their posts, ready with all thenecessary garments laid out. First about ten bodyguards comein, two holding hand guns, they go to their posts and wait. Ican see about twenty bodyguards outside, they seem inposition. You now start to get fucking nervous, you startthinking that with all these bodyguards, there must be a chanceof trouble and if there was it would be like world war twostarting all over again. It’s a good job Michael Winner isn’t here, he’d start directing. Khashoggi comes in with one female companion on his leftside and one bodyguard on his right side and goes slowlyround the shop starting from the left side and goes about ahundred yards up and then arches and comes back down theright side again about a hundred yards. The garments are laidout on glass cabinets all the way round. Occasionally he asksthe advice of his female companion. Every time he touches ashirt and pyjama material he requires one dozen, everythingelse only two. He is in the shop for ten minutes and as he leavesPreecy has already worked out that he has spent one point twomillion pounds. That was thirty five years ago, at today’s rate,three or four times that? Then their gone as quick as they came. And the shop, towalkers going by, must seem to be quite and not doing muchbusiness today.(Adnan Khashoggi was a Saudi Arabian billionaireinternational businessman, best known for his involvement inarms dealing. He is estimated to have had a peak net worth ofaround US$4 billion in the early 1980s. 100

Chapter 7Khashoggi was born in Mecca, the son of MuhammadKhashoggi, who was King Abdul Aziz Al Saud's personaldoctor. His family is of Turkish origin. Adnan Khashoggi'ssister was author Samira Khashoggi who married businessmanMohamed Al-Fayed Khashoggi was educated at VictoriaCollege in Alexandria, Egypt, and the American universitiesCalifornia State University, Chico, Ohio State, and Stanford.Khashoggi left his studies in order to seek his fortune inbusiness.) The other director Robert Passmore was the buyer, wenever saw him very much, perhaps two or three times a year.He was a very gregarious man, tall and fat with a badly scarredface due to chicken pox. He would occasionally bring in clientsto show them around and take over the whole shop, Preecywould, if allowed to, stay in the background. One day we were all informed that Mr Passmore wasn’twith us anymore. He had been found to be fiddling the booksin all sorts of ways and had been given the provable boot. Icannot remember the amount he stole, what I do remember iswhen we were told the amount we were all astounded at howmuch it was. I was the only one on the shop floor. The rain was pouringdown outside, a dark and miserable day. A young lady camein to the shop, dressed very appropriately in a shiny whitebelted raincoat and rain hat to match. She undone the raincoat,took off her hat and shook her hair out. It was Natalie Wood. She was very beautiful. She had thatcombination of looking like the girl next door, but also verymuch, a movie star. I had fallen in love with her when I saw heras a little girl in the movie ´Miracle on 34th Street`. She wantedto look at some men’s shirt patterns for a friend, so, she sat 101

Chapter 7down on a chair while I placed the big roll of patterns on thetable before her. I remember that she wore very pale pinklipstick and very pale pink nail varnish, she was very laid backbut totally aware. She had the most incredible expressivebrown eyes, dark and dancing and deep. I was just about to have one of the best times of my life:talking to a movie star that I adored. Suddenly a short, fat, baldheaded man with a big cigar entered the shop and while still atthe front door of the shop shouted “Hi Natalie.” He then neverstopped talking to her from the time he entered the shop, wentover to her, embraced her and with his arm around her, tookher out of the shop. On the way, she gave me a sort of “I’msorry look.” When other staff came up to the shop floor, I didn’teven tell them; I was so pissed off. Outside the rain was stillcoming down in buckets. After a while I nearly had enough money for a sufficientdeposit on a property with the rest as a mortgage. Then badnews: the last stock take in the shop was well out and we wereall told that spot checks were being done. This meant that acustomer who was really someone employed by the shopwould walk in and buy something with cash and walk outwithout a receipt. The shop would then look at the day’stakings that evening to see if the salesman had made a receiptout. A middle-aged woman came into the shop, I served her. Shewalked out and I pocketed the money. The next day she cameback into the shop and I of course went quickly over to her. Sheasked to speak to Mr Bowman the accounts manager and myheart went straight down into my guts. The panic slowlynumbed my whole being. Mr Bowman appeared, spoke brieflyto the woman and then asked me to come downstairs. 102

Chapter 7 He told me he had me “dead to rights” and he was going tothrow the book at me, get me for everything, all the money thatthey had fallen short of for that year. A considerable amount ofmoney. A prison sentence was staring me in my very whiteface. I was a goner. I sat in a room on my own in a state of shock waiting forthe police when suddenly Dick Tracey walked in. Straight fromBond Street police station, detective sergeant, tall, slim butwiry, blond hair and world weary. He was probably aboutthirty but looked forty. A good-looking guy who was about toget better looking the more he talked. I said to him that I was finished. Mr Bowman had said thatthey were going to throw the book at me and charge me for allthe pilfering in the past year. “Rubbish,” he said. “They canonly charge you for what they have caught you for. twentyquid. And that’s it.” The panic started to subside. “Now tellme” he said, “do you want me to take any other offences intoconsideration?” To which I gave an emphatic no. But I’ll always have a criminal record I said. He then did anaction that I will always remember for the rest of my life. Hespread his hands out to each side of his body as far as theywould go and said, “I know company directors that have gotconvictions as long as my arms and they’ve got fortunes. Yourone, if you don’t mention it, it won’t exist.” To meet this person, at that time in my life, now that’s whatyou call “lucky”. 103

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8 The Village Gate *Well that was the bad news, the good news was we had enough money for a deposit on our first home and shortly after leaving Sulka I found a job at “theVillage Gate” Oxford Street. A boutique menswear shop whichsold very fashionable gear, played loud music and paid muchbetter money. Which enabled me to obtain a bigger mortgage. We purchased a luxury flat for 7,000 pounds in Wallington,Surrey, 14 months later we sold it for 15,000 pounds. Theproperty in that year had really taken off, but we also, had a bitof luck with our buyer. The man that lived next door, his sister’shusband had just died and she was looking for somewhere tolive, near her brother. Also she was not very mobile, so ourground floor flat was perfect. At “the Village Gate” there were seven salesmen, anassistant manager and Barry Serota the manager, who also hadhis wife Daphne there as cashier. All Jewish except me. I was agood salesman, getting better all the time. But also, when it wasquiet, while the other salesman would be talking to one anotheror just taking it easy, I would be tiding up the trousers, theknitwear, the suits. On a ladder polishing the glass chandeliers,anything to keep on the move. This was not wasted on Barry aswhen an opportunity came up for the assistant manager tomanage his own shop, Barry made me the new assistantmanager. More prestige but more importantly more money.The other six Jewish salesmen were very surprised. Barry was 105

Chapter 8always asking me if I had any Jewish blood in me because hewas sure there was. One day Richard Branson walked in and I served him; atthat time he was just starting his climb to the top. He boughtfour corduroy suits but one had the wrong size trouser, so Iquickly rang round the other branches and located the rightsize trouser at the Kings Road branch. He said I can’t wait andI said yes you can it’ll only be ten minutes and is already in thetaxi. He said ok but I’ve got to make a phone call. No mobilesthose days. I told Barry the manager, and he reluctantly agreedhe could make the phone call at the cash desk. Barry wasn’t toohappy because that was the only phone in the shop and headoffice liked to ring round the branches every two hours to seewhat the takings were. Anyway, the trousers arrived fifteenminutes later; Richard Branson finished his phone call twohours later. Wednesday afternoon, the shops very busy, the music isblaring out ´Black Magic Woman´ by Santana, Barry keepsturning it down and someone else keeps turning it up, I’ve gottwo suits on the go, they’re in the dressing rooms. (That meansI have two customers trying suits on in the dressing rooms.)Braham Donbrandt another suit salesman, a reasonably builttall guy with flat feet, has just lost one. He asks, “Can I haveone of yours.” I reply “Fuck off.” (That means no in Jewish.)Phil another salesman, slim, blond and too stylish for his owngood, says to me, “I’ve got two girls they’re gorgeous, look overthere brown hair and blonde, you can have the blonde, theywant us to take them for a drink they’re definitely up for it, areyou in?” “Ok” I reply and he’s gone. Later when its quietened down Phil tells me that one isGerman and the other is Scandinavian. They are both fromManchester, going to some art college there and they’re visiting 106

Chapter 8London for a few days to have a good time. We are meetingthem outside when the shop shuts. Suddenly, the tea boy runsout of the backroom, where we make tea and have a smoke andthat, Barry the manager is chasing him and at the same time istelling him that if he ever catches him he is going to do the mostawful things to his bollocks, as well as cutting them off.Apparently they had been arguing about something and Barryhad told him to shut up and make him a mug of tea. The teaboyJimmy had done this but did not tell Barry that he had alsogathered every bit of slaver in his mouth and this was notdifficult to do because he had a terrible cold and gobbed it allin Barry’s mug of tea as well. Barry enjoyed the mug of tea untilhe got to the end and then felt a slimy type of slime on his teeth.We are laying bets on, if we will see Jimmy again. Roll on sixpm. The girls were waiting at a discreet distance from the shop.The last few weeks of August had been very hot and the sunwas warm on our face as we walked towards them, a really nicefeel to the evening. The blonde girl was about eighteen, nomore, baby faced with lovely pouting lips and, I couldn’tbelieve it, big green eyes, my favourite. The German girl wasabout nineteen, a little taller with dark brown hair, beautifulsharp features and impressive figure. I was starting to feel morethan good and when we said our hellos and started to chat Irealised why Phil had been so keen in the shop. They bothspoke perfect English but with the accents of their countrywhich was not only attractive but very fucking sexy. From the minute we started talking we all connected. Theconsensus was, great to be together, let’s have a good time andanything can happen. First we went to a pub just off OxfordStreet where the latest sounds were playing and just chattedand got to know one another. Enrica the blonde Scandinavian 107

Chapter 8was eighteen and Adelaide twenty one, they loved the musicscene in London and wanted to go to some rock concerts. Phil produced some speed and discreetly put a little in eachone of our drinks. Lovely bubbly. We went to another pubwhere there was a group playing, Phil took me to one side butstill near enough for them to hear and said, “Roy do you knowanywhere we can go, they’re really up for it, they want to fuck.”I couldn’t think of anywhere and then my cock said, “Whatabout Chris Bradbury, he lives in Derby Street which is justaround the corner”. I phoned Chris from the phone in the barand as luck would have it caught him just as he was going out.He wasn’t too happy about it, he had been to my wedding andthat was only four months ago. He said the key is above thedoor and be gone by midnight as he was coming home with hisnew six month girlfriend. We flagged a cab and were on our way. In the cab I went totalk to Enrica and then saw the look of sexual want in her faceand we snogged, I was surprised, her hand went down to mycock and as we kissed she was rubbing me good. A similaraction was taking place with Phil. We arrived, Phil paid the cab,I found the key. The best thing about Chris’s place was the bedroom, amassive super king size bed, clean pure white sheets, not forfucking long. I took the top sheet off the bed, it was a warmevening and it was about to become a lot warmer. There was abottle of white wine in the fridge, it didn’t stay in there for long,we just drank out of the bottle, undressed and jumped on thebed. Two couples on the bed doing the business is a very sexualcosy atmosphere. At one stage me and Phil were both lickingpussy at the same time and the girls were moaning withpleasure and holding hands. A blonde pubic haired pussy anda dark brown one. 108

Chapter 8 Both me and Phil were very proficient in love making andthe girls were very receptive to as much sexual enjoyment asthey could possibly experience. That first hour was as good asit gets and we were all deliriously happy. We went into thelounge totally naked and relaxed in one another’s company.The girls were giggling, one thought my penis was bigger thanPhil’s, the other said that Phil made up for that by having alonger tongue. Me and Phil were about to contradict all thiswith our own views of which girl had the most receptive pussy:which we hoped would make them moan even more when wewere licking pussy to prove that they had the most sensitiveand loving one. Then we heard the key turning in the front door. Fuck, itwas twelve fifteen, Chris the Brad was back with his knewgirlfriend. They walked in and we just stood there naked; therewas no time for anything else. I was going to ask them to taketheir clothes off and join in but the look on Chris’s face warnedme not to. We dressed and went, I didn’t ever see Chris again, I didn’twant to, anyone who spoils my enjoyment like that is a cunt forlife. So it was his place so what. He thought he could have adifferent girl every six months while I stayed with the same onefor ever, bollocks and what a lovely way to prove to him thathe wasn’t the only fucking (excuse the pun) one who couldhave his cake and eat it. Some years later Ann said that she hadcome across him while she was shopping in the Army andNavy stores in Victoria. He was a salesman in the women’slingerie department. Just about his mark. The girls were truly gorgeous, beautiful, show stopping. Iwouldn’t give myself the aggravation and it was, big aggro, ifit wasn’t worth it. “The times they are a changing” says thesong, they had changed, there was now a total revolution, 109

Chapter 8everyone, especially the girls were going mad. You see themscreaming at the Beatles but that was just the beginning, nowthey wanted literally a fucking good time and no one was goingto stop them, so as the song says “just lay back and enjoy it.”Everywhere I went there was sex waiting for me, girls wouldlook at me and wanted it. I could have been like Rod Stewart ifI hadn’t been married but I had to be very selective and careful,otherwise Ann would be gone. I remember one incident at the shop that stays in my mind.One day a customer walked in. A really handsome man ofabout thirty years of age. Immaculately dressed, well spoken, amop of well-groomed blond hair and good posture. In otherwords, he looked like a movie star. Well bread and extremelypolite. He bought a lot of clothes and paid by credit card. Barrychecked the card on the phone and was told it was stolen andthe police would be there within ten minutes. Barry informedthe gentleman that they were just checking the card, butbecause they were so busy it would take a few minutes. Thepolice arrived and talked to the man, who said that there mustbe some mistake. The two policemen, Barry and the man wentto a room at the back of the shop and stayed there for tenminutes. They came out of the room with the man handcuffedand sobbing. Barry said the man had kept his composer perfect,and then when he knew he was found out, broke down totally.Barry said he had never been so shocked and upset in his lifeand would never hold a person there for the police ever again. One evening shortly before Christmas I was going home onBritish rail, it was about six thirty pm. I was in a carriage sittingopposite a very attractive Indian girl. I had, had a couple ofsouthern comforts and American in the pub after work withPhil and something in her demeanour gave me the impressionshe had had a few drinks too. Perhaps an office party. She 110

Chapter 8reminded me of when I was at Hall Harding at the Christmasparty and Jackie used to leave me with the hard on. Perhapssomeone had left her turned on. So, I looked down at her feetand then very slowly moved my eyes up to her knees, hands,breasts and face which was giving me a lovely welcomingsmile. I smiled back and we immediately started talking to oneanother. My station came and I asked her if she would like to join mefor a drink. My car was at the station so I could drive her to herdestination. She said a very definite “yes.” We were in the pubfor half an hour and the sexual chemistry between us wasincredible. I asked her to come outside. We went round theback of the pub and started snogging. I lowered my trousersand she went down and started sucking my cock. I then said“get your nickers off, I want to fuck you.” They were off, I wentdown, licked her pussy lips, gently sucked her clit and veryfirmly massaged her G spot until she was orgasming then Icame into her pussy and we fucked until we were both totallysatisfied. Wonderful. As we were walking away a barman whowas emptying bin bags said, “Are you ok.” We both answeredsimultaneously “We are now.” I don’t know if she had eaten acurry that day but as I drove her home my penis felt like it wason fire.The night club scene was at the height of its popularity in the 70s and me and Ann made the most of it. We wouldregularly go to the St. Moritz Club in Soho, London. We spentsome great nights at the Whiskey-A-Go-Go. (Formerly theFlamingo club, rhythm and blues at the flamingo) listening toGeorgie Fame and the blue flames, Long John Baldrey JamesBrown. The Scotch of St. James, in Masons Yard, SW1 with 111

Chapter 8wonderful opening hours of 11pm to 6am. I always used to feelslightly disoriented when I walked out of a night club into thedaylight. Scotch of St. James was where, a then unknown, JimiHendrix first performed on the night of his arrival in Englandon 24 September 1966, when he joined the house band for animpromptu session on stage. the Jimi Hendrix Experienceplayed their first UK gig as a private showcase at Scotch of St.James. The club was also where Paul McCartney first met StevieWonder, after the latter's live performance at the club on 3February 1966. the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, the Kinks, theWho, Rod Stewart, the Moody Blues, the Spencer Davis Group,Eric Burdon, the Animals all went there. One night we went to a gig at a local college, the entrancefee was one pound, which was peanuts, even then. The alcoholdrinks were silly cheap. There were about one hundredstudents and a few others like me and Ann. For the next twohours, we sat and listened to The Flock, Blodwyn Pig and SadCafé. Big and brilliant groups that later became famous. (Blodwyn Pig was a British blues rock band, founded in1968 by guitarist–vocalist–songwriter Mick Abrahams.Abrahams left Jethro Tull, due to a falling-out with Tull vocalistIan Anderson, after their debut album, This Was, was released,and formed Blodwyn Pig with Jack Lancaster, Andy Pyle, andRon Berg. Ex-Yes and future Flash guitarist Peter Banks becameone of several guitarists to succeed Abrahams after he left toform his own band for a time.) (The Flock was an American, Chicago-based jazz-rockband, that released two records on Columbia records in 1969and 1970. The Flock did not achieve the commercial success ofother Columbia jazz-rock groups of the era such as Chicago andBlood Sweat & Tears, but were most notable for their inclusion 112

Chapter 8of a prominent violin in their recordings. The violinist, JerryGoodman, went on to become a member of MahavishnuOrchestra and a solo artist) (Sad Café are an English rock band formed in Manchesterin 1976, who achieved their peak of popularity in the late 1970sand early 1980s. They are best known for the UK Top 40 singles\"Every Day Hurts\", \"Strange Little Girl\", \"My Oh My\" and \"I'min Love Again\", the first of which was their biggest hit, reachingnumber 3 in the UK Singles Chart in 1979. The band also hadtwo US Billboard Hot 100 hits with \"Run Home Girl\" and \"La-Di-Da\". Frontman Paul Young went on to achieve greater chartsuccess as the co-lead singer of Mike + The Mechanics.) Therewas so much going on at that time and it was exciting to be apart of it. Everything was going well at the Village Gate. The profitswere going up and up, all the time. The Village Gate consideredby many to be the citadel of London’s men’s fashion and thebest place to buy Mod clothing was owned by Jeff Kwintner.One-day Jeff Kwintner sent his new area manager, who’s nameI cannot recall, to visit us. We could immediately see that hewas high, in fact he rolled a joint while he was sitting downtalking. He said there was going to be a whole new outlook onselling. In fact, there was going to be, no selling. Everyone wasgoing to walk around, marijuanad out of their head andsmiling. It did not matter if the customer bought something ordidn’t buy something. The main thing was that the customerleft the shop smiling. Now days, this is quite normal, but thenmost shops were run in a very Jewish way. Salesmen were thereto sell, especially when the manager’s job depended on thetakings at the end of the day. Barry was a very good managerand took a lot of money for Jeff Quinter. He run the shop like a 113

Chapter 8well-tuned car and selling was everything. So, he said to thenew area manager. “You’re a cunt, fuck off out of my shop:”Shortly after this, Barry went to manage a shop “John Stephen” in Regent Street. He asked me and BrahamDonbrandt, another salesman at the “Village Gate,” to join him,so we did. There was a salesman there called Ron Kelly, he wasa good friend of Barry’s. When I first met him, I didn’t like him.There was something shifty about him, untrustworthy, but astime went on we became good friends. Eventually though, Ifound out his true colours. He was a double-crossing son of abitch. Some body in life, your definitely better off not meeting.A cunt in the first degree. I hope you’re not reading this Ron,because your dead. Anyway, while I was at the John Stephen shop somethinghappened, that reminded me of when Barry had called thepolice into ´The Village Gate` to arrest the handsome youngman. I was serving a customer, a man about thirtyish. He hadpurchased a lot of clothes and had taken up a lot of my time.Barry was out at lunch so I took the customer to the till. He waspaying by credit card; I phoned for clearance. They told me thatthe card was stolen and the police would be there within tenminutes. I said to the guy, “We are having trouble gettingthrough with this card, do you have any others?” “Yes.” hesaid and handed me another credit card. “Same problem,” Isaid, “any others, third time lucky.” He handed me anothercredit card. I then said, “They told me the police were on theirway and would be here in ten minutes, that was about eightminutes ago, so you had better fuck off.” 114

Chapter 8 He looked at me, deciding what to do and then ran off outthe shop, the police came a few minutes after. The reward forrecovering a credit card was 250 pounds. I recovered three, soI received seven hundred and fifty pounds. In today’s moneythat would be about two thousand pounds. He didn’t careabout wasting my time, so I made him pay for it. He wasobviously going to put the rightful owner of the cards througha lot of grief and I stopped that, also out of the kindness of myheart, I let him go free. That’s the way to do it Barry. The only other thing that stays in my mind at this shop, wasan Indian girl who came in and I served her. She was veryattractive. I don’t remember if she bought anything but westarted talking and after that she would come in to have a chatto me every so often. One day, she came in and I started talkingto her and she said, “Oh, that’s my twin sister you’ve beentalking too.” I said, “You’re kidding me.” But she was totallyadamant, that it was not her. There were of course actions thatI could have and most probably would have, taken to find outthe truth. Like making love to them both together. The mindboggles. Indian twin sisters, Wowy, wow. But at this time, I wasseriously thinking of going to another shop, far away from theWest End of London. 115

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9 “Mr James ” *On the train home from work one day, I went into a compartment and sitting there was a guy called Tony. I only ever knew him as Tony the tailor. He worked asa tailor for a shop called “Mr James” in Kingston. We startedchatting. I mentioned that I was getting a bit fed up with thisjourney every day. Train to Victoria and then the undergroundto Oxford Circus, then walking up regent Street to JohnStephen. I had been doing this type of journey with the variousshops I had worked in for about five years. He mentioned that“Mr James” was looking for a manager to run their Croydonshop. He also told me the amount of salary they were preparedto pay. The money was much better than I was being paid andCroydon, compared with the West End was just around thecorner from where I lived. Also it would be nice to be in controlas a manager; I was immediately interested. Tony said hewould put a good word in for me and then come back to me. A couple of days later he rang me at “John Stephen” andsaid, would I ring their Managing director, Dave Rafferty at theCroydon branch, where he was running the shop until theycould find a new manager. I rang him the following morningand he invited me to go over to see him at the Croydon branch.I made some excuse to Barry the manager of John Stephen andthe following morning I arrived in Croydon early. I wanted tosuss out the location and how much I could make it work.Where the shop was situated was good: opposite the Whitgift 117

Chapter 9centre, where lots of people came out, hopefully with lots ofmoney. I was twenty four years of age, this was my first job asa manager and I wanted to make a success of it. I walked into the “Mr James” shop, and met the managingdirector, Dave Rafferty. He was a very relaxed man, aged about30ish, with a friendly and confident personality. The interviewwent well and towards the end I said, “Have I got the job Dave?” “You got the job Roy, the minute you walked through thedoor. You probably don’t remember but I went into the ´VillageGate` shop in Oxford street about a year or so ago and youserved me. I was looking for a suit. You sold me two, but notonly that, you also sold me the shirts and ties to go with themand recommended a shop where I could buy the right type ofshoes to wear with them. The trouser of one of the suits wasslightly big at the waist, you said we have a terrific tailor, hewill make the alteration and it will fit perfectly. I said to youthat I didn’t have time to come back, and you said, I will alwaysremember it, he will do it while you wait and in the meantimewe will make you a nice cup of coffee with a couple of digestivebiscuits. An offer I couldn’t refuse and all the time I waswaiting, you chatted to me and the altered trouser fittedperfectly. Believe me Roy, we are very happy to have you onboard.” Thank God he didn’t think like Jeff Kwintner. He then showed me around. The ground floor was the shop.The floor above was for a tailor to work although they neverhad one at present. The top floor was interesting: at some stage,it had been made into a small flat, before they had purchasedit, so they just left it as it was and used it for a staff rest room.It consisted of a double sofa bed, table and a fridge. There wasan archway to a sink and shower which was heated by a smallelectric boiler. 118

Chapter 9 I was the manager of “Mr James” for about four years: ahighly fashionable Menswear shop in Croydon, opposite theWhitgift Centre. Antique wood and the squire of the manortype of place with the latest sounds in music. I brought in myown tailor, another Dave, who charged the clients for hisalteration, so was of course self-funding, two salesmen that Iknew and got rid of any excess dross that we didn’t need andbelieve me, there was a lot. The first Saturday I was there, ayoung Saturday girl who worked there as a sales girl took a pairof trousers upstairs to shorten for a customer. She came backdown about two hours later, I couldn’t believe it. The shop waspacked, we were so busy we needed every salesperson on theshop floor, Dave would have taken literally five minutes toalter the trousers. The shop had not been making the profitsthat it should have been and I had been brought in to remedythat situation. I changed all the Saturday staff. I interviewedand brought in new ones. I made it very clear to everyone, ifthey could not sell, they were out and before you could sell, theshop had to look immaculate. Within two weeks our profit margin had gone up. Withinone month, it was where I wanted it to be and we never lookedback. One of the salesmen there was a right character, BobbyReeves, we called him Bobby Dazzler. 5ft 9ins tall, slim but wellbuilt, with natural blond hair down to his shoulders. He had away of running his fingers through his hair and then shakinghis head in a feminine way. That’s where the feminine wayended. No one liked women more than Bobby. Sometimeswhen a girl, he knew came into the shop, he would slide alongon his knees, like a footballer who has just scored a goal, withhis tongue out. The tongue would always end up, right on thegirl’s pussy. As is normal in these circumstances, she would 119

Chapter 9stand there dumfounded for a few seconds and then scream fora moment followed by a laugh. We were at a party one night inthe home of the owner of the shop. Bobby was talking to him,God help us. Bobby gave him two blown up durex´s to holdtightly in each hand, while he went to get some string to tiethem. He never went back, so the guys walking around withthese two look alike balloons saying, “Where’s Bobby.” We gotthe name Bobby Dazzler from one of Bobby’s favouritenumbers of Daryl Hall and John Oaks, ´War Babies´ album.There’s a vocal that says, “all broken down inside” and whenit’s played, you hear Bobby Dazzler. Well that’s my storeyanyway. As I’m sure you are aware, life sometimes has a way ofgoing wrong. One evening me and Ann went to the BlueAnchor night club in South Croydon. We were really enjoyingthe evening and were on the dance floor doing our thing. Therewas a lot of people in the club and the dance floor was crowded.Then three biggish guys swaggered right through the floorbarging dancers out of the way as they went. One barged meand as he went past I grabbed his shoulders from behind andpushed him. He went forward, off the dance floor and crashedon top of tables and diners. My reaction was totally automaticand if I had thought for just a second, I would not have reactedlike that. As the three guys came towards me I rememberthinking, I wish Harry boy was here. A Wednesday evening in November, pouring of rain andcold. Me and Ann have arranged to go out with Bobby Reevesand his girlfriend, Chrissy. Bobby recommended ¨The Blindbeggar` pub, on Whitechapel Road, East London. Infamous, forgun battles between local gangsters. I said, “But Bobby, that’s adangerous pub to take the girls too.” He said “No, it’s all oknow. They’ve cleaned it up and the atmosphere is really good.” 120

Chapter 9So, we went there. He was right, it was a good atmosphere andwe enjoyed drinking there, until a bottle went six inches overmy head and smashed into smithereens on the wall behind me.Then it was like being on the western front during the 1st worldwar. I turned a table over and we all crouched behind it. Fiveminutes and it was all over. We moved on to another pub. Wecame out of that pub about eleven pm and went to my car,which was parked right outside the pub on a zebra crossing. Idrove off without putting the car lights on and was stopped bya police car. Ten pound fine and banned for a year. Paid the finebut carried on driving. Exchanged my car for a BMW andbought personalised number plates. ROI 83. Couldn’t affordthe Y.I first saw Sarah when she came into the shop with her parents. Rather posh people; they wanted to buy theirdaughter a pair of trousers. Although we were a men’s shop,this was 1974 and the fashion was weird and wonderful. Men’strousers were tight around the hips and thighs, then flared outwide at the bottom. They looked as good if not better onwomen. Sarah was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Shehad everything that I adored in a girl. A blond baby-facedbeauty, slender but well-rounded in the right places. Abeautiful shaped bum that I found out later did a lot of horseriding. We found a trouser she liked so she went into the fittingroom to try them on while I spoke with her parents. They hadjust come back from Switzerland where they had been onholiday. They lived only a short distance from the shop. Shecame out, the trousers looked good but needed to be taken in alittle, on her hips and around the crutch, lovely bubbly. 121

Chapter 9 I got the pins: I’m on my knees facing her pussy, pinningaround the crutch and talking to her and thinking there are notmany things better than this but things were about to get evenbetter in the coming weeks. I checked with the tailor and hesaid he would have them ready by next week, on the Friday.They were happy with this and that was that, because I was onholiday all next week so wouldn’t be around when shecollected them. I didn’t expect to see her again. Monday week, I returned to the shop. In the afternoon, afterthe morning activities I was talking to one of the salesman,Peter Bore, who was anything but, he was a very stylish guywith natural blond hair nearly down to the shoulders whichwas the length we all wore at that time. He mentioned thatSarah had come into the shop on the Friday to collect hertrousers but they were not ready, so had arranged to come backthis coming Friday at 5.30. My heart went into my cock, not mymouth and I thought was this fate? He then said that she hadtalked to him about me and made it very clear that she fanciedme. I told him that she was very young, only sixteen, he repliedthat you don’t come across anything like her more than once inyour life and if I didn’t suck her pussy, I would regret it, for therest of my life. I had to agree with him. Friday soon came but it took a long time for 5.30 to come.She walked through the door and smiled at me, “Hi Sarah, I’llget the trousers for you” “Thanks,” smiled again. She went intothe fitting room to try them on, “Come out and let me see” Isaid. The shop shut at six pm, so most staff now, were goinghome. The trousers looked terrific on her, so I put them in abag. “What sort of a day have you had?” I asked. “I like this part of the day, talking to you” she replied. “Do you have to rush off?” 122

Chapter 9 “No why?” “Well I’m shutting the shop now and I wondered if youwould like to join me for a drink” “I was really hoping you would say that.” Wowy, fucking wow. After we had a drink, I took her back to the shop again. Wewent to the room upstairs, I put the sofa down into a bed andsaid to her that I thought she was a terrific looking girl and areally nice person and I loved being with her, but I was slightlyput off by her age: being only sixteen. She had a simple, palegreen cotton dress on, loose fitting. She lifted the dress up withone hand, just above her panties and with her other handpulled her panties down to just below her bum. She caressedher clitoris with her forefinger for about 20 seconds and thenpushed it into her pussy. She pulled her finger out, it was verywet and said, “Would you suck my finger please, so that I can have someof me, inside you.” I obeyed. It was either that or committing suicide. Sarahtook off her dress in one easy movement straight over her headand said, “It’s a good job I’m on the pill.” We both laid down on the bed naked. Her not yet fullydeveloped breasts were perfection and her blond slightlygingery pubic hairs proved she was a true blue (A real blonde).I kissed her on the forehead, on the eyes, on the nose, on thelips. Sucked her nipples and massaged her breasts. Her handgently caressed my back, while the other hand´s finger tips,played a tune on my penis. I gently spread her legs and gotdown to business. I kissed the inside of her lovely thighs andthen licked each of her pussy lips, gently sucked her clitoris andopened the lips of her pussy and that’s when I stopped for a 123

Chapter 9moment. The pinkness of the inside of her pussy was literallymind blowing. You just felt it was not of this world. The gatesof heaven didn’t compare with this kid. She moaned “I needyou inside me please” and then “let me suck it first” There are always two things a woman says to me whichmakes me think that my penis must be between heaven andhell. When they first see it they say, “Fucking hell” and when Istick it up their pussy they say” Oh my God, oh my God” I was now up, Sarah’s very wet pussy. “You ok Sarah?” “I am now.” I was in the shop talking to Peter, when Sarah walked in. Hesaid hello to her and then made himself scarce. She had thisway of fidgeting with her fingers and looking you straight inthe eyes, she said, “My parents are away until tomorrow, wondered if youwould like to spend some time with me.” I quickly made arrangements and took her over to the pubfor a drink, she was beginning to enjoy a rum and coke. Theforum pub was quite busy for a lunch time, but we managed tofind a table. I said, “Is there anything you want to do today?” “Oh, well, we could go back to my place.” She had this young posh voice, which always fascinated me.Together with her natural blonde hair, childlike face andgorgeous body, she was a site to behold. “Oh, and what are we going to do there?” I asked. “Oh, you know” “Is there anything that you particularly like, when we aredoing, you know?” “I like to be tied up.” She said with a half-smile and I said, 124

Chapter 9 “You are categorically sure that your mum and dad are notcoming back until tomorrow.” “Positive,” “Because if they come back and find you tied up with memaking love to you, they will lock me up and it won’t be anygood looking for the fucking key” “You worry too much.”The house was in a good residential road in Selsdon. A fairlybig semi. Inside, good taste and good quality furniture. Shetook me upstairs to her bedroom, it was a fairly small room,with a single bed. The window looked out over the garden, herclothes were everywhere, on the bed, on the chair and on thefloor. Her wardrobe door was open with clothes half on andhalf off hangers. A picture of one of the “Toad of Toad Hall”scenarios, hanged lopsided on the wall. There was a strongsmell of “Eau Sauvage” (Cologne, Christian Dior for men) thiswas the cologne that I always used! She said, “Well, are you going to tie me up” “No, I don’t think so, anyway, your beds too small.” “That’s no problem, we can use mummy and daddy’s bed,it’s all made up and clean.” “It won’t be, by the time we’re finished with it.” “Roy, I really want to do this, I’ve dreamt about it in mysexual fantasies for the last three years, why won’t you do it forme? Please.” “Ok.” We went into her parents’ bedroom: a big room with a bigbed, a light and airy room with double windows looking overthe garden. From these windows you could see howimmaculately kept the gardens were. 125

Chapter 9 “C’mon then, tie me up.” I turned and there was Sarah, asnaked as a new-born baby, with four pieces of cord in her smallhands. “Fuck me,” “No, fuck me.” She said. She was on the bed, in a flash, with arms and legs, spread-eagled; she had left the cords on the bed, just below her pussy.The newness of her young body was more than any words thatdescribes beauty. I just wanted to give her a cuddle and tell herhow much I loved her. I felt like crying with love and care forher. But she didn’t want that. She wanted me to tie her up andsort of rape her. Sarah was now firmly tied up. She had instructed me onhow to tie the knots. She lay there, helpless. I caressed herbeautiful blond hair with my hands, then told her to open hermouth and suck and dribble her saliva on my two forefingers.Then I went straight down to her pussy and started licking thelips and the sucking the clit. The quickness of it surprised herand she gave a little gasp, which quickly turned into moans ofpleasure. I put two fingers gently into her vagina and justmoved them around a little, so she could get used to the feelingof having them there, I then gently massaged her G spot, thenmassaged it more firmly. She went crazy, twisting and turningand shouting, “Stop, stop.” I immediately stopped. She said, “What are you stopping for?” I replied, “You told me too. I will untie you.” “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m just saying that to make it morereal. Roy, don’t spoil it, I’m really enjoying this and if you stop,I won’t love you anymore. Don’t matter what I say, don’t stop.” 126

Chapter 9 Fuck this, I thought, if her parents come home early andthey hear her telling me to stop and I’m carrying on. They willput me in prison forever. After several minutes of massaging her G spot, she seemedwell gone. I fucking was. I undressed and knelt over her andput my big cock into her mouth and she just sucked andsucked, like there was no tomorrow. I Undid the cords on herlegs and put a pillow under her bum to lift her pussy. I liftedher legs with my hands and slightly stretched them apart, untileach leg was resting on each one of my shoulders. I then pulledher bum nearer to me and gently dribbled more saliva on herpussy and then caressed her pussy lips and clitoris with mypenis. She moaned with pleasure and anticipation and said, “Fuck me, fuck me Roy, please God.” I held her ankles and liftedher legs and spread them a little more and fucked her hard fora long time. Eventually I undid her wrists, so she was nowtotally free. Then I fucked her in every position known tomankind. We were back in Sarah’s room, in her bed. We lay in eachother’s arms. Even Sarah was exhausted. We kissed and verygently caressed one another until she started to suck her thumband went to sleep. I gently freed myself from her arms andquietly got out of the bed. As I looked down on her I knew Iloved her like crazy. This child woman had taken over mywhole being. I quietly closed her bedroom door behind me. As I drove home, I thought, what the fuck am I going to do.I’m married to a fantastic person in every way and I mean inevery way. BUT, I love Sarah more than life itself. What’shappening to me. Why do I put myself in these situations?C’mon don’t just read this book, think, tell me, why the fuck doI do it? And I know your answer! Because I’m a cunt, I know. 127

Chapter 9 The next day at about eleven thirty in the morning, Sarahwalks into the shop. I go over to her. She says very emotionally,“I’m sorry Roy, but I needed to be with you.” There’s plenty of staff to cope, so I take her upstairs to thesmall lounge. “What have you done to me.” She says and I can see hershivering a little, but it’s not cold. We embrace each other andkiss. A gentle kiss, like we are exploring one another’s mouth.I caress her wonderful natural blonde hair, her blue eyes lookdeep into mine and she says, “ I don’t want to break up your marriage, but I need you tobe with me for a while, just until I can get over you.” And thenshe adds. “when I’m not with you, I feel so alone. I really love youRoy.” Then she starts to cry and I fully realise the seriousness ofthe situation and I remembered those words from the past. Isaid, “Sarah, I really love you too; when you love one another likewe do, it can be difficult, but it’s nice isn’t it.” She smiled andsaid in her posh private school accent “I don’t bloomin know about that.” Sarah said, that she was going down to her grandmother’shouse in Fording Bridge, New Forest, in a few days’ time andwould I visit her there. She would be there for a week and shedidn’t have any friends there and would be lonely. So Iarranged to go down on a Tuesday, because that was a quietday at the shop. I would arrive at eleven thirty in the morningand would have to leave by six thirty in the evening to arrivehome by nine. She said she would arrange for us to do somehorse riding. 128

Chapter 9 What a fucking journey, I arrived at eleven forty five. Onthe way down, I think I overtook, Lewis Hamilton, but as hewasn’t born then, it couldn’t have been. Sarah was sitting downon a curb next to a red phone box, where we had arranged tomeet. We went back to her grandmother’s cottage; thegrandmother wasn’t there, she had gone to visit a friend. Thecottage was beautiful. Sarah said it was a Grade II Listed 3Bedroom Detached Cottage of 17th Century origins. Insidethere were some wonderful character features, an inglenookfireplace with an inset wood burner, feature ceiling beams,leaded light windows and brick built fireplaces.All this combined with modern practicalities which includedan impressive family bathroom and a recently re-fitted En SuiteShower Room. Although it was in its own half acre plot, it wasalso, ideally situated in the heart of the Village within a stone'sthrow of all the shops. I was impressed, the cottage gave mesome ideas of what sort of house Me and Ann wanted to livein. We drove to the riding stables, wary of any horses thatmight be taking a stroll or worse still, a gallop up the road.Sarah had arranged everything. We went on a riding tour of thelocal area. There was about eight of us. A glorious day: themorning had been misty, giving no clues to how lovely the daywas going to turn out. Combine this with the beauty of thenatural country side of the New Forest and take into account Ihad a girl I adored riding a horse next to me; it was heady stuff. The totally clear blue sky gave no relief to the heatgenerated from the sun. Sarah wasn’t happy with the conditionof the horses, which she said looked like they had been overworked and looked very tired. I commented to her that as thiswas the first time I had ridden a horse, I didn’t mind that theyfelt a little tired. “What do you mean by that.” She replied, 129

Chapter 9getting uppity. “Well, the last thing I need is a horse withplenty of energy, getting fucking frisky.” I replied. “oh, ye.” shemumbled. The downside of a beautiful hot day, when riding a horsefor the first time is the flies, perhaps when you have ridden alot you get used to them. I couldn’t believe it, there werehundreds of them on the horses and when they shook them off,they went everywhere. Now not a lot of people know this, butsome do, I have a phobia about flies. In other words I can’tstand them anywhere near me and because we were hot andperspiring, we became their second home. Finally, we arrived back at the stables. Sarah said, “Howwas that, you ok.” “Yes it was good,” I lied, I was glad it wasover but happy to be with Sarah, doing what she loved, horses.Overall, I enjoyed the day very much. We were back at the cottage and in the kitchen. I said,“Sarah, after all that, I think we should take advantage of thatbeautiful bathroom with the lovey big shower compartment.”“Absolutely, I will wash you and you can wash me” she saidand with that she threw a full glass of water over me. I repliedby throwing a mug of water over her. For the next ten minuteswe went mad, pouring water from anything we could lay ourhands on, over one another, until we were both drenched. Weundressed and got into the shower and washed one another,very gently and lovingly, especially when we came to thoseenchanting, magical, private parts. After the shower, I put on a dressing gown, that Sarah hadbeen able to rummage out, while she dried my clothes. We bothcuddled up, in our dressing gowns, on the settee in the lounge.And listened to the Jim Capaldi LP ´ Love Hurts.` The end of alovely day; now I had to get back home by at least ten pm. 130

Chapter 9 Another time I took Sarah to a club called ´Thursdays` inKnightsbridge, London. We went with Dave Rafferty and PeterBore and their ladies. Terrific club, cocktail bar on the groundfloor, upstairs a rock/pop group and down stairs, a terrific DJwho of course played terrific music. Wherever you were in theclub, after half an hour you were totally in the groove. Me andSarah were dancing to some rock music and then the DJ put on´I’m not in love` by 10cc and we danced close, very close, wewere both hot and sweating, but had very light casual attire.Her blond hair had matted a little from the sweat and her blueeyes looked deep into mine. I looked at her baby like face, heartshaped full lips and her baby white teeth and sunk my tongueinto her mouth and caressed her tongue. She responded byholding the back of my head and bringing my tongue evendeeper into her mouth. I was at the bar with Dave Rafferty, helping him to get somedrinks. He said “Man, you and Sarah are really an item, what’sgoing on? You can’t get that serious, you’ve got Ann. Be carefulRoy, I love you man, I love Ann and I love Sarah, you got to becareful, otherwise someone is going to be seriously damaged.” What a club, we had a terrific time. We left late, I was pissedand driving, don’t remember the journey home. Home being 8Baldock house, my mum was staying at my house with Angela.I don’t remember what excuse I told Ann the next day. All Iknow is that I lived to tell the tale. Sun shining, with a wisp of chalky white clouds, slowlymoving across the blue sky. The warmth of the day upon yourbody, the feeling of being more alive now than at any timebefore. Going to see the woman child of your dreams, Sarah. Sarah, with a smile that lights up the whole of life. Clearblue eyes made specially for me. Full soft lips to kiss for ever.Breasts, not quite fully matured, the only way, for breasts to be. 131

Chapter 9A horse riding bum, firm, full and dimpled. To put your handon it was like touching a substance not yet known to mankind.A pussy to gladly die for. She intoxicated my whole being andthere was nothing I could do because there was nothing Iwanted to do, other than be with my Sarah. Please God, don’ttake her away from me. I had arranged, with Liz, my cashier, to borrow herapartment for the afternoon and was now in the shop waitingfor Sarah. The speakers were blaring out a song, I don’tremember what it was, the time was about eleven thirty. Shewalked in, looking more beautiful than ever. A simple loosefitting, short cotton dress. White, with a light green printedpattern. The sort of dress that can be taken off with one easymovement. “Hi Roy, hope I’m not late.” “No, your perfect.” She smiled at this and gave me a lovinglook, which slightly affected my cock. “Well” I said, “everything’s arranged in the shop, so let’sgo.”We went over to the Forum for a drink, she had a rum and coke.I didn’t have a beer, too filling, so I had a vodka and tonic. Wethen went to the car, where I had a car parking space behindthe shop and we were on our way. Sarah was laying on her front, she had said she often goesto sleep like that. We had been making love for hours and thiswas now the recuperation period, drinking a coke and smokinga marijuana joint while listening to Dave Bowies ´ Hunky Dory` album. We had heard it a few times before in the last fewweeks but it was only now that it started to get through. Sarah’s bum always fascinated me, hers, was the best bumI had ever seen. When I felt it with my hand, I became slightlydisorientated, like I had landed on Venus in a space ship and 132

Chapter 9was walking about in my space suit and suddenly I come acrossa boulder. When I touched the boulder it was firm and soft likenothing I had ever felt before and it gave me this melancholy,mystical feeling of love which really fucked up my senses. I layon my side and firmly stroked her bum up and down; I kissedit, bit it and gently squeezed the fat on the bum with my fingers.She started to giggle; I gently parted her legs a little and cameup between them, stretched out the hole of her ass with myfingers and stuck my tongue into her asshole as far as it wouldgo and then started to lick the inside. “My God” she said, “yourlicking my ass hole;” at the same time I caressed her pussy lipsand clitoris with my fingers, until I felt the sexual juices startingto ferment and then, I came into her pussy from behind as shelay there. She moaned with familiar pleasure and clutched thesheets each side of her. She said, “That’s so good,” I said, “I loveyou so much Sarah and I love fucking you” and the afternooncontinued. Later, at about five thirty, we decided we would go downto the Bull and Bush pub. We slowly got dressed. Liz had anamazing array of belts, Sarah was trying one on, struggling toget it through the belt loops on her trousers. Her beautiful babyface firmly concentrating and cross, because it wouldn’t go. “Let me help darling” I said and fixed it for her. “What would I do without you” she said. Dave Bowie was singingStill don't know what I was waitin' forAnd my time was runnin' wildA million dead end streets andEvery time I thought I'd got it madeIt seemed the taste was not so sweetSo I turned myself to face me 133

Chapter 9But I've never caught a glimpseHow the others must see the fakerI'm much too fast to take that testCh-ch-ch-ch-changesTurn and face the strange As I was trying one of Liz’s exceptionally big belts on, Ithought, life will never be as good again, as it is now. Thismoment in time, was the pinnacle of my life. Thereafter, I hadmany wonderful times, but none of them, ever, quite equalledthis moment. Another day, another time. Me and Sarah was having coffeeat a stylish coffee bar in the Whitgift Centre. I knew the owner,I always gave him a good deal when he came into the shop. Heknew our situation and the fucker had just put on a record byLuther Ingram ´(If Loving You Is Wrong) I Don't Want To BeRight` Sarah was not feeling very happy, she had come to theconclusion, that our relationship was going nowhere and thesong was not helping. Ann had come to the shop to help out for a few days on thetill and Sarah had seen her. I suppose once you put a face to theperson it does change the ball game significantly. Sarah wasnow worrying about how our relationship was affecting Annand where it would all end up. She said, “I don’t know if I cancarry on like this Roy” and looked down at her feet, then shesaid, “Maybe I’m getting in your way.” I didn’t know what shemeant by this, but I didn’t like the sound of it so I said, “I’mgoing crazy and only you can save me.” And I didn’t reallyknow what I meant by that, so now we were even. In one way,I loved it when she got serious. You could hear her thinking;her beautiful young face would frown and look very sad. But, 134

Chapter 9I was listening to her slowly making up her mind, to end ourrelationship. You would need to know Ann, to understand that there wasno way I could ever leave her. I loved Sarah with all my heart,but I also loved Ann with all my heart. I could never leave Ann.When Sarah and me parted, My heart felt like it was being cutby a razor a hundred times a day, until you eventually begin toconsider suicide. There comes a time when you think, surely itwould be nicer to die than to carry on like this. And it’s verytempting. I was off work for two weeks, the only time in my life that Itook anti-depressants. Ann, of course and thank the fuck, hadno idea of why I was feeling like this. My mum was also stayingat our house for one week of the two weeks, so she pamperedme as well. Ahhh poor sod. Sarah’s father had an offer he couldn’t refuse, from thecompany where he worked, it meant he had to go and work inLeicester. So the whole family including Sarah went there. Lizlent me and Sarah her apartment, so we could have one lastlong fuck together. We made love from morning to evening andafterwards neither one of us could hardly walk. A part of mewas destroyed when she left. And what was I to her. I suppose at the end of the day, justanother ✓ on Sarah’s agenda.(✓. It is used to show that something is correct or has beenselected or dealt with.) 135

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10 Pussy Galore *On average, girls start to masturbate at the age of eleven and half. That means that by the time they reach fifteen, they have a very good relationship with theirsexual fantasies and are rearing to ride into reality. This wascertainly the case around Croydon. Waves of girls would comeout of school, put their face on and come looking for older men.Mainly managers and assistant managers. Shops like mine: carshowrooms: record shops: pubs etc. They were really up for itand with or without the knowledge of their parents they wereall on the contraceptive pill which had just come on the marketand of course aids nowhere in sight. A young girl of fifteen with makeup on and dressed to killis a very beautiful sight to behold. We are told that mentally,they are not yet emotionally ready to take on a sexualrelationship. They seemed more than ready to me. I waspropositioned many times by these young ladies in my shopbut always declined. Many other managers didn’t and lost theirwives and family because of it. Some went to prison. Recently,on the news there was a footballer of 28yrs of age that went toprison because he allegedly primed a young girl of fifteen forsex. All I can say is that in Croydon it was quite definitely theother way around. They primed us for sex. But of course, theycan’t do that because they are only fifteen. Eh pardon. It was a wet day: rain had been falling all morning and nowlate afternoon it was finally easing up; very few customers had 137

Chapter 10come through the door. Another hour and I could shut the shopand go home; Liz, my cashier, was starting to cash up. Twoyoung girls walked in giggling and talking to one another. Onehad a white pale skin, attractive and fairly tall: the other wasIndian, a little shorter, with a lovely figure, tremendous boobson a slim body, her face was very beautiful. I went over andsaid, “Can I help you. Is there anything in particular, that you’relooking for?” They both giggled some more and the Indian girl said, “I think we have just found it” I tried not to blush, onlyjoking. We talked some more and during the conversation I letthe Indian girl know that I found her a very attractive personand she let me know that she felt the same way about me. I said, “Well I must shut the shop now, hopefully I will see youagain some time” looking straight at the Indian girl, whoreplied quickly before the other girl could say anything. “You will.” A couple of days later the Indian girl walked in on her own,looking absolutely gorgeous. You could have no doubt that shehad made a special effort to look at her very best for me, I didn’tmuck about, I went straight over and said quietly, so as not toembarrass her “You look gorgeous.” “Good, so can you take me for a drink, after you close theshop?” “Babe, you look so good I’d take you to the moon and back,if you wanted me to.” She laughed and relaxed. She had got her man. “Bye the way, My names Roy,” “I know, my names Alisha.” 138

Chapter 10 We went to the Forum, the pub across the road in theWhitgift Centre. A good pub but more importantly, I knew themanager and his assistant quite well which is always nice. Wewent to the bar and got some drinks, found a good table andsat down. She wanted some crisps so I went back to the bar toget them, the manager, Dave said “Roy, I don’t care mate, she’sa lovely looking girl but don’t you think she bit young.” I genuinely hadn’t’ thought about her age, she looked sogorgeous and knew so exactly what she wanted, me, that Ihadn’t realised. I went back to our table and we talked some.We got on very well and I enjoyed her company. She was brightand intelligent and very beautiful, I said “Alisha, you must know by now how much I likeyou.” “Yes Roy,” she replied, and her hand went into mine. I said, “We have a slight problem Huston” She said,“What’s that?” I said, “How old are you? The truth.” She said,“Why are you saying this now? You have taken me to a puband now your embarrassing me.” I said “When I first saw you I thought you were one of themost beautiful girls I’d ever seen and didn’t even think aboutyour age. Look if you’re under 16 yrs. of age I can go to prison.Is that what you want.” “Of course not.” She replied. “Then, how old are you?” “Fifteen and threequarters”Tears started to roll down her beautiful face. She angrilyopened her handbag and showed me a half empty packet ofcontraceptive pills and said, “I’m old enough to be sensible.”She stood up and went to leave. I got up and stood in her way. “Please sit down, just listen to me for a few minutes.”Thankfully, she sat down. 139

Chapter 10 “Look let’s finish our drinks and have a nice evening; let metell you how the law works. I cannot see you again for the nextthree months, not once. If in three months’ time, you still wantto see me then come into the shop with your passport and I willbe the happiest man in the world.” “OK, but I still think you’re making a big thing out ofnothing. Can you at least give me a lift home? I’m feelingdown.” “Of course, I can, I’m just as pissed off as you are.” I drove her home and parked the car. “I don’t suppose your allowed to kiss me good night, areyou?” “I don’t give a fuck if I’m allowed to or not, come here.” She fell into my arms and we snogged like fucking crazy.She then got out of the car and said goodnight, she then turnedand came back and said, “Do you know what I’m going to do now when I gethome?” “No,” “I’m going to undress and lay on my bed, naked. Then I’mgoing to caress my breasts, with one hand, while the twofingers on my other hand slide into my pussy and caress myclit and as I come, I will imagine your hard cock is fucking me.What do you think of that?” “I feel like committing suicide.” And she walked away. To be truthful, I thought about her for a while, but slowly,she went out of my mind. After all she wasn’t happy at the wayI had treated her and I didn’t think I would see her again,although, conversation wise, we got on very well and certainlyconnected. Also, I had a lot going on in my life, like a wife, a 140

Chapter 10great lifestyle, weight training, tennis, work and alwaysthinking of making more money. The first warm day of spring. The sun, only interruptedoccasionally, by a few small white puffy clouds, driftingaimlessly across the enormity of the bright blue sky. A day todream and think of all the good times. I was in the shop. Wehad done all we had to do, like tidying up, talking to headoffice, etc. ´I’m not in Love` by 10cc was blasting out from thespeakers and I was standing next to the cash desk, talking toLiz the cashier. When she came in. She looked gorgeous, fine cotton beige stretch jeans and abrown short cotton jacket showed off her figure beautifully andleft little to the imagination. Even though under her jacket theblouse was not tight, you could still see her enormous titstrying to burst out. I walked over to her and said, “Hi Alisha.” ”You remembered my name then.” “In South London we had a saying, when a girl was asbeautiful as you, we’d say she was drop dead gorgeous.” She liked that, she laughed and then said, “Thank you.” “Anytime, it’s so nice to see you again.” “I’ve got something for you.” My heart went into my cock as usual, as she took out of herback pocket an envelope and handed it to me. I opened it andthere was her passport. “Happy Birthday,” I said, “do you want to meet me for adrink tonight?” “What do you think?”, “Give me a moment, I just want to check something.” 141

Chapter 10 I spoke to Liz and asked her if I could borrow her apartmentfor the day. She gave me one of her knowing looks and saidyes, as long as we were out by 6pm. She got home at 6.30pm. Ispoke to Bobby Reeves. He said, no problem, he’d see metomorrow and not to do anything he wouldn’t do. That left mea lot of scope. I went back to Alisha and said “Let’s go now, Lizmy cashier has let us have her apartment for the rest of the day.We can have a drink across the road and then drive there.”“Wow, that’s terrific, OK let’s go.” She said. We arrived at the apartment, a nice apartment. Very tidy forLiz. While I was driving here, we had been talking, Alisha washappy and chatting away, too confident for me. She had madethe play from the beginning, knowing exactly what she wantedand she had got it. Now she was going to enjoy herself and nowI was going to knock her slightly off key. She was going to havea wonderful time, but not quite on her terms, on mine. It’scalled sexual mind games. We went into the bedroom andembraced, kissing very strongly and as our mouths partedslightly, I sucked her tongue nearly out of her mouth. Shelooked at me and I smiled, she smiled back and we continuedkissing. We then started to undress but I stopped her and said,“You know, I’m not very happy about what you did to me.”“What do you mean?” she said, with a surprised look. “Well”,I said “You could have got me into a lot of trouble by not tellingme you were under age when I first met you.” She replied, “Why are we talking about that now?” “Because you have been a naughty girl and must bepunished.” She looked at me in bewilderment. “What do you mean, punished.” “A naughty girl like you must have her bum spanked.” “No fucking way.” She said and started to get dressed.Perfect, I had her. I said, 142

Chapter 10 “OK, I will drive you home.” Picked up my car keys andsaid, “let’s go.” “Hold on, why are you doing this” “I’ve told you why” “I have a very tender bum. I don’t like it spanked.” She said. “No point in spanking your bum, if you liked it, let’s go, it’sbetter for the both of us, pity a nice bed and I promise you, wewould have had a wonderful time, but you were naughty andif you can’t take your punishment like a good girl, well I willdrive you home c’mon let’s go.” “Hold on, you won’t hurt me will you. I don’t mind just alittle spank” “You don’t understand. Firstly, you have to say to me, I’msorry that I’ve been such a naughty girl and you must punishme by spanking my bum and making me a good girl.” She literally stood there and jumped up and down like asmall child having a tantrum. Crying and saying, “No one is going to smack my bum.” She stood there for a while in a daze, she wasn’t confidentany more. She then started to say “I’m sorry that I’ve been a naughty” A good word to stopher on. “No you have to really mean it” She was gone. She repeated the words like no one could ever mean it more.I then said, Well done. There was a dark brown leatherchesterfield sofa in the lounge. I took her there and told her topull down her jeans and panties, then pull up her top and leanover the arm of the sofa. She obediently obeyed. I spanked herbum, “ouch,” she cried after each spank. Four on each cheek.“Are you sorry for being such a naught girl” I said. “yes, I’msorry” she said and started to cry. “Well, that’s OK then. Now 143

Chapter 10I’m going to make it all better and we are both going to have awonderful time.” I gave her some tissues to wipe the tears fromher face and said, “Stay where you are.” I slipped her shoes offand pulled her jeans and panties down and off her. She still laidover the arm of the sofa. I gently kissed her bum and verygently caressed the inside of her thighs with my hands. “Doesyour bum feel a bit better now? “I said “Yes, what your doing is making it feel better” Shemumbled through her tears. I then put my thumbs each side ofher beautiful asshole and stretched it apart, I bent down andstuck my tongue up her hole as far as it would go and startedto lick and suck it. Every now and again I would stick twofingers about an inch up her hole and go up and down. Shesaid, “Oh my god what are you doing to my asshole.” Whilestill sucking her asshole, I slid my two fingers down to herpussy and started to caress her clit, like, only I know how andshe started to moan with pleasure. I then ran my tongue fromher asshole slowly down and round to her pussy and then clitand caressed it with my tongue and then I put my two fingersgently into her vagina and just felt inside there to let her getused to a foreign body, then gently massaged her G spot slowlyincreasing the pressure to massage her G spot more firmly untilshe took off on her sexually exciting joy ride. She wasn’t cryingnow. “Oh Roy, I didn’t know anything could be like this ahh,Ahh,” “Stand up” I said, “and take the rest of your clothes off.” Wewere both naked, “Please hold me” she said. I held her in my arms and we kissed with an incrediblepassion. I took her into the bedroom and said, “lay down” sheobeyed, I went down to her pussy again and started do the 144