Quote Originally Posted by TomStraye View Post
Picture the scene! Grubby, working-class boozer packed with labourers and local villains? Long-haired arty-type enters with two women in tow; both decades younger than me and both with slave-collars padlocked around their pretty necks? Mutterings of “sick bastard” and “probably Satanists here for the churchyard”?

Eventually, somebody asked me to my face. I just laughed and said: “No, we’re not Satanists! They’re my two slaves. We’re just having a few beers on our way back from the supermarket.”

And that was that. I turned from “sick bastard” to “lucky bastard” and we were accepted as just another part of the community. All because I and mine just carried on being Us as if it was the most normal thing in the world — which, of course, for us, it was!
ohhh i'd forgotten about the satanists theory !*L* ohhh that was funny *grin*. You were supposed to be Our high priest i think were'nt You?*L*.. their little imaginations were running wild.. the details they came up with...

i like the wild speculations about Your penis too. i've heard them talking amongst themselves- apparently they think You must tuck it in Your sock *LOL*. talk about imagination *L**wink**kiss*

really though, He's right, it did work pretty well. We did keep on getting the odd comment , especially when someone new came along who wasnt used to Us but after a while We just became part of the local scenery.

uh.. i think that might have drifted off the point a little but somethings up with the power here so im shutting down.. bye *smile*