Look. Gay sex Apparently they played a great season once. Anyway me and Dirk met at work. At the time King Henry the eighth wanted somewhere to ravish all those young women who would someday give birth to either a girl and then lose their head or a boy and…..Well you get the point. Not just a man but Martin….Martin Strange the homeless man. He had a grin on his face as he gave me back my clothes he had rescued. “My my young man.” Martin started.”They have done a number on you. When I came to this forest I saw them but they disappeared so I stayed the night and that’s when it happened. The police said his name was….was…..Martin….ah yes…..Martin Strange. Maybe he’d take a picture of me and send it to the paper and maybe for one indignant nude photo of me it might make enough for my own column. Oh yes. Why am I thinking dirty things?That thought though was the least important as again I felt hands dragging me to one of the sitting benches that was effectively a hollowed out log. Before I could make a sound my top was pulled up and over and off and I saw it get thrown away up into the grey sky and land on
