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How I Got Started – Pt 4

So this massage parlour decided to target all the indies (Independent Escorts) in the area and intimidate them into stopping.  Can you  imagine?  Its like trying to stop rainfall.  But intelligence was obviously not their strong point.

I wont go into too many details here lest some loon decides to do it to someone else, just to say bricks through windows at 4am,  menacing phone calls and more.

They scared most of the ladies and they left, went away.  People used to say, ‘Why arent there many ladies in Plymouth?’  – ‘Well, I dont know’ says I.  It sounded as though I was being bitter if I told them the truth.

My reaction at the time, as always was to think  and say ‘You can go to hell’; and I did say that, as new and as a green as I was, but I cant help being a tad feisty.

Listen Irish and French extraction?;  Oh alright and some good old English stiff upper lip and true grit thrown in – what a combination and what do you expect?

I make light of it now, but actually it was quite terrifying, initially not knowing who or what you are dealing with.  I would hate this stuff to happen to some young chick, really. But then, in those days I was that young chick.

I called the police, they were brilliant actually (Sgt Wendy) and a friend bought me a dawg too.

No not a poodle to comfort me, or a handbag dog -  a ‘Come on then if you think you’re hard enough’ dog – a dobermann.  Actually she was a doberwoman (a feminist dont you know). She spent ages reading Andrea Dworkin – what can you do?  When they are in their cozy dog bed, all alone without supervision??

She was my best friend, my (almost) constant companion for a good 9 years, they dont live too long, dobermanns or womans for that matter.  I adored her and she adored me more.  She was a very special girl; the softest, friendliest, daftest dog in the world – if she knew you. If she didnt…. well that was a different story and that was the whole point.     It stopped them though, these vile cowards,  in their tracks. She looked after me, that lovely girl.

It really broke my heart when she died, in my arms.  Bless her,  she was so special and so loyal. I loved her. I will cry now if you ask me to talk about her.

They still run a massage parlour in Plymouth, you know, to this day, these people.  Shameful really.

So I carried on, despite the nonsense and then after a few years I decided to stop, to retire, to do other things – and I did that for 6 years.  What made me come back?  I’ll tell you….