Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2005 07:38:14 +0100
From: Story Teller <storymeister@gmail.com>
Subject: Finn The Skin, Chapters 4-6. Gay/ Authoritarian

Chapter Four

At the end of the summer I set off for University, having already
received a good bit of education from my new friends.   Tom had started
me off on a training regime to help me build muscle, which included
weights, swimming, and running and Freddy had me attend a few more
sessions.  The night before I left, Freddy took me for dinner and
presented me with a pair of leather trousers and a beautiful leather whip
with a pearlised handle.

I settled in at University quite quickly, although my look seemed to
unnerve more than a few people.  Although the community was close knit, I
soon discovered a lot of pubs and clubs where I could get away from the
rarefied air of the collage and meet 'Real' people.  Soon I was drinking
regularly with other skins who, after they got over the fact that I was a
student, accepted me as one of their own.   For the first time I started
to understand what being a skinhead means.  I learned about the total
commitment they have, not just to their mates but also to other
skinheads.   Even though they were all straight, and to different degrees
homophobic, they soon treated me as one of their own.

One night, five of us were in a pub in the centre of the town when a
bunch of about 20 students came in, the usual type, but they were making
a lot of noise and basically being a pest.   People were getting fed up
with them and when they saw one of our lot looking over they started to
talk loudly about Muck mixing with civilised people.   One of them looked
towards us and said "Common labourers who don't know their place", but he
said it in Latin, which got a great deal of laughter from his friends.  I
ignored it, but later when he went into the toilet I followed him.   He
was standing at a stall when I went in so I tapped him on the shoulder
and when he turned I head-butted him, breaking his nose and as he fell I
said "Empty headed children with no sense of how to behave in civilised
company", but I said it in Greek.   I walked out of the toilet and said
to his friends "You better help your friend, looks like he slipped and
hurt himself".  They carried him out of the toilet and he kept saying,
"He hit me, he hit me, AND he speaks Greek"

The barman went round to see what was going on, but the last thing he
wanted was trouble. He told them that since there were no witnesses, the
police wouldn't be interested and got them out of the bar.

One of the guys I had got to know told me that if I wanted to meet other
gay skins I really should go to London and he told me of a couple of
places where I might find them. A few weeks later I went up to London on
a Friday night and found a bar that was pretty busy with skins.   I
talked to a few and pretty soon I was feeling very much at home.

I was talking to a Scottish skin called Chick and we were having a good
laugh. I was watching the time for my last train, but Chick suggested
that I crash at his place, then he could show me some of the other places
on the Saturday.   It made sense so I agreed then had a few more pints
before we headed back to his flat in Tottenham.  Chick was a really
good-looking guy, about my build, and 5 years older.   Back at the flat
we killed a couple of cans each and started talking about tattoos.  I
showed him the two I had, an eagle on my left bicep and a fist on my
right.   He stood up and pulled of his shirt to show that he had three on
each arm and two that seemed to come over each shoulder, and then he
turned to show me his back.   He had one big tattoo that practically
covered his back of a phoenix rising from a mass of flames.  The flames
were done in red and yellow and the phoenix rose, wings outstretched so
that each wing curved over his shoulders.

He looked so sexy that I said "Better cover yourself; otherwise I'll have
your arse."  He just laughed and said, "If you want it, you'll have to
take it."   I stood up and put my arms round him, but he grabbed my
wrist, spun round and I ended up with my right arm up my back and my head
in the crook of his arm.   He leaned forward and whispered, "Still think
you can take me?" He let me go and said, "If we are going to settle this,
best do it right, let's go through the spare room" I followed him through
to another room that was carpeted but unfurnished, although I still
wasn't sure what we were going to settle. He started to strip off, so I
did the same.   When we were naked he faced up to me beckoning me
forward. I rushed him and grabbed him around the waist and lifted him off
the floor and swung him so that I could drop him on the floor and fall on
top of him.   He quickly knocked me off and got on my chest waving his
dick in my face saying" Look at it now, 'cos you wont see it when it's up
your arse"

Realising finally what I was fighting for gave me renewed strength and I
unseated him and turned him onto his face and got on top, aiming my dick
at his arse but he bucked his hips throwing me off.   We each gained and
lost control several times but after about 40 minutes we were both tiring
and I suppose I relaxed for a second because the next thing I knew I was
on my face, my left arm in a lock and I couldn't move.   Chick leaned
forward and said "Take it easy or take it hard, but you're going to take
it."  He kicked my legs apart then, still holding my arm, he wet his dick
and pushed it at my crack.   I felt the head go in and I thought he was
ripping my arse open from top to bottom.  Slowly he pushed into me
eventually getting it all in.   It was about 6" long but felt three times
that size.  He pulled back slowly taking about half of it out then pushed
back a bit more forcefully making me to grunt.   Again he withdrew and
pushed again.  After this happened a few times I realised that it was
getting a bit easier and realised that his lube was greasing my hole.
Slowly the pain subsided and I started to feel a warmth that was a real
turn-on and I started to get hard myself. Unconsciously I started to push
back to meet his thrusts and soon I was humping air as he pumped his dick
into me.   He pulled out and turned me on my back then stuck his dick
into me again, but this time he hit my prostate, driving me crazy.  At
the same time he was tweaking my nipples and pulling on my dick.   He
leaned forward and kissed me and the shock was such that I just opened my
mouth letting him stick his tongue into my mouth.  When I finally pushed
back my tongue slid past his teeth and into his throat.   I was getting
higher and higher and finally my cock exploded in his hand.  At the same
time his cock seemed to swell even bigger and I felt it pulsing as he
shot his spunk up me.

Slowly, we relaxed and eventually he slipped out and we just cuddled.
"Finally he said, "You're a tight fuck, obviously you haven't done it
much".   I just laughed and said "I've never done it before, and I've
never kissed anyone either". He raised his head and looked at me then
said, "Well, what did you think?"   "It was great", I said, "but I
enjoyed it because you were stronger than me, I couldn't just do it with
anyone" Chick laughed and said' "Yes, I know what you mean, I don't mind
getting my arse fucked by a real man" After a while we went through to
the bedroom and got into bed.   Pretty soon I started to get a hard-on so
I turned and cuddled against him.  He didn't move away, so I wet my dick
and pushed forward sliding into his crack and opening his arsehole.   He
pushed back and I slid in first time and started humping him while
pulling on his dick with my hand.  This time it was slower, steadier, and
when I started biting at his ear he swivelled on my dick so that he was
on his back and his legs over mine, like he was sitting on my lap.   We
were able to eat each other's mouth again.  When I came it was every bit
as good as the first time, and we relaxed into each other's arms and fell
asleep.

Next day Chick took me to some of the other good places although, as it
was afternoon, most of them were quiet.   He had invited me to stay
another night but I had to be back first thing on Sunday so I had to
leave Saturday night.  At about 4 pm we were in a pub and Chick said
"Fancy a bit of fun before you go back?"   I'm always ready so I said yes
and he pointed a skinhead out who was standing at the end of the bar and
said, "His name is Pete and he's up for anything".   Chick went over and
spoke to him, pointing towards me and Pete nodded his head.  Chick
brought him over and introduced us.  He referred to me as 'Finn the skin'
and that was when the name was created.   We went back to the flat.  In
the spare room we all undressed and as Pete straightened up after taking
his trousers off, Chick swung a punch catching him in his stomach and
dropping him to the floor.   At first I thought I had missed something,
maybe Pete had said or done something, but as Chick started kicking him
(with bare feet), Pete rolled over and opened his legs giving Chick a
better shot at his balls.   I was so turned on I took a kick at him
myself and when I put my foot on his face he started licking at me.
Chick grabbed him and dragged him into the bathroom and while he lay on
the floor, Chick pissed all over him.   I was desperate to do the same
but my dick was so hard I couldn't get a stream running at first.
Finally as Chick was slowing off, I got it flowing and Pete rolled over
and opened his mouth.   I nearly came then, but Chick pulled him again
into the room and made him get on his hands and knees.  He started
fingering Pete's arse sticking three fingers into him right away.   Pete
moaned and pushed back.  Soon Chick was pushing all five fingers in and
in front of my eyes his hand slid right into Pete's arse.   I couldn't
believe what I saw but I wanted to try it too.  Chick showed me how to
hold my hand while it went in and told me what to do once it was home.
Slowly I balled my hand then rotated my wrist watching his hole shape
itself around me.

When I took it out, Chick got me to lie on my back then he lay down with
his legs over mine and our cocks together.   Pete stood up, positioned
himself and sat down taking both of our dicks at once.  Feeling another
cock rub against yours while you fuck is unbelievable; we pummelled into
his arse for as long as it took for us to climax together, although I
suspect Chick held back for me; as we started to come, Chick started
slapping Pete's face hard, so I slapped him a few times across the back
of his head.   When we withdrew our cocks were pretty shitty, but Chick
made Pete lick us both clean, then he ordered him into the bathroom to
clean the cold piss off the floor with his tongue.   We went into the
sitting room and had a beer and when Pete was finished he crawled into
the room and lay at our feet.  At one point. Chick told him to stick his
arse in the air; he had a surprise for him.   When Pete raised his arse,
Chick burnt him with his cigarette making him scream and we both had a
laugh watching him try to ease it by wetting his fingers and dab at the
growing blister.

Soon I had to leave and Chick asked Pete if he wanted to go or hang about
for three mates who were coming round later.   Pete decided to stay;
maybe we didn't hit him hard enough.

Next day I was back in my college room and I thought of how my life was
shaping up.  I was enjoying the work at University, and had made some
mates among my fellow-students, I had made friends with some good local
skinheads and now I had made at least one good contact in the scene in
London. Things were good.




Chapter 5

Over the rest of that year my life continued, developing slowly.  I was
still getting on great with the local skins and I was making new friends
through Chick whenever I visited London.   I also returned home every 2
months or so and each time I would meet up with Freddy and he would
introduce me to people he knew.  It was obvious that Freddy was
developing some sort of love for me or something, which didn't interest
me at all, but I really liked him.   He offered me all sorts of gifts and
bribes but I was never tempted.  I accepted small gifts but I never took
a penny from him or anyone else, I had realised long before that if I
ever took payment from a guy for servicing him, it took the control from
me and gave it to him, he would decide what he wanted for his money and I
would be expected to perform accordingly.   Doing it my way I could do or
not do as I felt.  If a guy was boring me I could zip up and leave.

During the summer holidays I worked part of the time then spent some time
in Amsterdam following a guide set out for me by Chick, and he didn't
disappoint me, he sent me to some great clubs and bars.   I ended up
staying longer than I had intended after I met a guy who took me back to
a large house where he had the ground floor and basement.  He had the
best playroom I had ever seen, with cages, various pulleys, not only for
raising and lowering but also for pulling sideways, an area tiled and
drained for water treatment and water sports and two small 'prison
cells'.   He particularly liked water sports and mummification, of which
he explained the basics to me.  He liked to be totally wrapped in
Clingfilm with only his cock and balls bared for torture.   Using my
imagination, I got some flannelette sheets and tore them into strips,
which I wrapped around his body, but this time I only exposed his balls,
and covering his cock.   I put him on a board then repeated the process
with the Clingfilm then duck tape so that the only openings were for his
mouth, his nose and his balls.

Fitting the board to two pulleys, I raised him into the air and left him
there.  I fed him on liquid which contained vitamins and sugars to give
nourishment, but which also contained, without him knowing diuretics.   I
fed him several litres of water a day and he pissed every drop back out.
Since his cock was wrapped into the bandages though, it meant that for
the next five days he just got wetter and ranker every day.   Whenever I
was in I would play with his balls, sometimes turning him so that he was
suspended face down and fit weights to his scrotum: other times I would
just torment him, heating a spoon over a flame then holding it to his
balls, one time flicking them with an elastic band.

When I released him after the five days he smelled vile and was starting
to get body sores but he was happy, in the mean time I had the run of his
house for free, even taking other punters back to the playroom while he
hung there hearing what was going on.

When I returned home, I told Freddy in great detail about the playroom
and the fun I had had, and three months later when I went back, Freddy
couldn't wait to take me into his cellar to show me what he had done.
He had fitted a complete playroom with everything I could imagine.  There
were six cages of different sizes; some like a dog cage that would need
the sub to crouch like an animal, but another where he would have to
stand, being only about 3' by 2' floor space.   One was a solid metal box
with no window, for complete darkness.  Lots of pulleys were fitted along
with two slings and an improved fuck-table, with restraints in different
places for choice, stirrups and pulleys for either body or ball
stretching.   A separate room had a tiled floor and walls and was fitted
with floor drains; there was a hose with a dildo-shaped fitting for
irrigation and a bath with a metal barred lid so that a sub could be
locked into it.

He showed me a door in the far corner that led directly to his garden and
gave me a key, telling me I should use it any time I wanted.   I was so
pleased I ordered him onto his knees to lick my boots.  Stripping him
bare, I tried out several of the new fittings, suspending him
hands-and-feet from two pulleys, putting him on the tiles and pissing in
his mouth and after beating him for about two hours, putting him into a
sling and giving him a good fucking. I never did use the room without
telling him first (he didn't like to be asked) and a couple of years
later had the best 21 st birthday party anyone could have in it.

Near the end of my second year I was looking for computer software to
help my studies.  Despite my best efforts I realised that what I wanted
didn't exist.   I had discovered a niche in the market and decided to
exploit it.  I took advice, made a plan and decided to start a small
company.   I had everything but enough money.  Over the past two years I
had built up my body and was pretty fit. I had also toughened myself in
other ways, able to stand pain as well as dish it out although never for
sexual pleasure.   I had met a guy called Jim who had just left the
army.  He was more or less straight, but he loved to strip naked and just
bend over while I beat his arse with a bunch of twigs until he bled, with
him wanking himself at the same time.   We had started boxing, and after
I had got him used to fighting back, I learnt a great deal from him.  I
had also decided a long time before to have my nipples pierced.   Rather
than get it done professionally I got a needle, sterilised it, and did
both myself.  It wasn't really sore but steeling myself to do it had been
a great lesson.   I put a horizontal bar through each nipple: I have
since put in vertical bars behind the original ones.

In my search to make money I heard of bare-knuckle fighting where good
money could be made on side bets.  I let my hair grow a bit and made
myself look a bit 'Nerdy' and managed to get involved in the circle.  I
looked an unlikely candidate and using my poshest accent made me seem
even more unlikely as a fighter, so my friends were able to get really
good odds.   The fight was a lot harder than I prepared for and my body
was a bit of a mess when it was over but I won, and made a few thousand
pounds in the process.   It took several weeks for my body to get back to
normal, and I decided to go for it again.  Choosing a different part of
the country, we did it again and made even more money.   Unfortunately, I
was doing too well, and in such a close knit group my success was soon
being talked about all over the place.  Soon most regulars knew not to
bet against the 'Upper-class twit' so I had to give it up before I had
all the money I needed.   When Freddy heard what I was up to, he was
disappointed because not only had I not told him of my business plans but
also I hadn't given him a chance to watch me fight.   He offered the
money I needed and I was too quick to refuse.  I didn't want to be
beholding to anyone but he explained that he would make proper
investment, be a minority shareholder and not interfere.   I had to admit
it was tempting and I soon accepted.

I soon had my company up and running, with the day-to-day management
being done by an old family friend who also put money up front: he had
some experience in the field we were entering.   I was able to get back
into my studies and leave everything to others: I was also able to get
back into having a bit of fun.  I headed for London and picked up Chick
and a few other friends and we went to Brighton for the weekend.   On the
first night we met a gang of skins from Somerset and had a great night
drinking and fucking.  We bought a load of drink and went down the beach
and got rat-arsed on beer and cider before heading back to the boarding
house.   I ended up with two guys in my room and although neither of them
was into serious pain, I did get to smack one guy's arse before fucking
him while his mate sucked him off. The mate was really into water sports
and wanted me to piss into his arse.   I didn't think it a great idea
because the bathroom was down the hall and I didn't fancy explaining a
piss-stained carpet and sheets. Then I had an idea:  I put a condom on
then stuck my dick into his arse.  It took a good bit of concentration
but I was finally able start pissing.  I could feel the condom swell
around me and when I finished I gripped the end of the condom, slipped my
cock out and managed to tie it off with hardly a drop spilled.   The guy
loved the feeling of his arse being full of piss without it being able to
leak out.  I then stuck my dick back into him and shagged him so hard the
fucking condom burst and soaked the bed anyway.   On the Saturday Chick,
another top called Ian and myself spent all afternoon fucking a young
skin one after the other.  By the second time I fucked his arse was wide
open and red raw, but we kept going, finally Ian fisted him and he passed
out.   We got him dressed and when he was semi-conscious we got him out
of the boarding house, down to the cliffs, and handed him over to another
gang of skinheads to play with.

On the Saturday night a crowd of us went for a pint and ended up having a
running street battle with some bikers, great fun although a few of our
lot did get hurt.   I saw one big guy looking at me so I ran up a side
street knowing he would follow.  Once in the darken area, I turned and
faced him.   He charged me but I side stepped him and tripped him
bringing him down. Two kicks in the ribs took the wind out of him and as
he rolled over I managed a good kick at his balls.  He screamed, curled
up then started throwing up.  At that point we heard the police sirens
and, stopping to grab our wounded mates we disappeared into the night.

It was the last good time I had before I settled down to my exams.



Chapter 6

I was into my final year and things were going well. One thing that
always struck me as strange about Chick was, despite all out escapades
together, he had a regular boyfriend called Paddy whom he referred to as
"The Boy".   The boy was totally faithful to Chick, and did everything
asked of him.  No one, including me was allowed to lay a finger (or
anything) on Paddy, and they had been together for over five years.
While I was tempted by some of the things they got up to, I had never met
anyone that I wanted to develop a relationship with, preferring to find
fresh meat.   There were a few people I had been seeing at regular
intervals over the past few years, but my attitude was about to change.
One night I saw a guy about 20 years of age in a pub; his name was Mark.
He wasn't a skinhead, in fact he had long fine hair, but he was the most
beautiful thing I had seen.

We looked at each other, but I dismissed him for his hair and dress and
he was scared of me and nothing happened.   Our paths crossed several
times over the next few months and he made it more and more plain that he
wanted me:  I, however, was determined not to get involved with anyone
who wasn't a skin.   He asked a few people what he had to do to get me
interested, and one night he sent someone to ask if he could speak to
me.  I sat at a table and called him over and he confessed that he wanted
to hand his life over to me.   He was totally inexperienced in
discipline, but he had wanted to learn for a long time and he was asking
me to accept him as a trainee.  I told him that the first thing he would
have to change was his look and he readily agreed.

I told him to go and buy boots and jeans and report to my flat the
following Saturday at 7pm.   At exactly 7 o'clock my doorbell rang and I
opened to see him standing there, eager but nervous.  He showed me his
purchases and I told him to strip off.   When he was naked I got a razor
and shaving foam and removed every part of body hair except for his
head.  I told him of the importance of keeping his body as I demanded and
he assured me of his total dedication.   I told him to put his boots on
and stand in front of me.  I couldn't wait to get my hands on that
perfect body and slowly train him to accept my demands.   I knew I
couldn't rush it, that it would take many months, but I relished the
challenge.  Finally I was ready to cut his hair.   I put a sheet of
plastic down and told him to kneel.  I was so fucking randy I could
hardly contain myself.  At the last minute I decided to strip naked too.
  As I turned on the clippers I decided to stick my dick into his mouth
and face-fucked him while I changed him from a pretty little boy with
shoulder-length hair to an apprentice skin with a No.1 haircut.  It was
sexy as fuck.  I wanted so much to shoot my load into his mouth, but at
the last moment I pulled out and spread my cum over his head and rubbed
it onto his scalp before letting him lick my hand.   He then took my
drooping cock back into his mouth and cleaned me off.

I pulled him to his feet, kissed him hard for the first time then lifted
him by his waist.   He automatically wrapped his legs around me and I
carried him to my bed.  I was determined to test him so I got my cock
hard and raised his legs to let me stick my dick into his tight little
arse.   I wet it slightly but then I used a lot of force to ram it right
in.  His face twisted in pain but he never said a word.   As I fucked him
hard I played with his balls and nipples, inflicting a fair bit of pain
but judging what he could take and how much training he would need.  It
was obvious that he was very inexperienced but really keen to learn. Too
quickly I felt him climax and his arse tighten on my dick, causing me to
cum at the same time as he did, a good beginning.   Over the next few
weeks he visited me every time I ordered it, and his training began.   A
few months later I was getting ready for my twenty-first birthday. I had
been thinking for ages about a large tattoo for my back.   I had already
added a Celtic symbol in black and red to each pec and a flame pattern
'Coming out' of my belly button.  After a lot of ideas I had decided on a
scene of a winged horse rearing onto his hind legs.   The horse would
rise up my back and the wings would spread over my shoulder blades.  When
the tattoo artist drew it to my description I was amazed how good it
looked, but got him to add a healthy dick and bollocks.   When anyone
asked me what I wanted as a birthday present I just told them to chip in
for the tattoo and I had it done two weeks before my birthday so that it
would be healed on time.   The tattooist wanted to do it in two or three
sessions, but I had it all done at once, the sorest thing I ever did in
my life, worse than any bare knuckle fight.

I planned three parties, one with the 'Decent' guys I had got to know at
university, a second with my skinhead mates and the third, a mass orgy
with my gay skin mates at Freddy's playroom.   The first one consisted of
getting drunk and listening to music while telling stories and making
each other laugh.  For the second, I planned something a bit special.   A
straight skin called Alec had approached me some time previously for
information on training a fighter he was working on.  I had helped as
much as I could, and when I planned my birthday I challenged Alec to put
his boxer up against Jim, the ex squaddie.   On the night we gathered in
an abandoned factory where I had laid in a large supply of beer.  At the
appointed time a ring was drawn on the floor and the protagonists brought
forward. I whispered in Jim's ear that if he lost on my birthday I would
never give him another whipping and he nodded silently.   As I was 'Lord
of the Feast', I decreed at the last minute that they should fight naked,
except for boots.  Alec's boy was wearing 16-hole DMs, but Jim had opted
for army boots.   The fight was long and bloody, with each man badly
injured, but in the end Jim was left standing.  He turned and looked at
me and I nodded slightly.   He then gave three pulls on his dick and
spunked over his victim, raising a great cheer from the straight guys
watching.

On the day before my last party I took Mark home and introduced him to my
parents.   I took him to Freddy's house and had him watch while Robert
and I had a session on Freddy.  I did this for two reasons, firstly to
let him have an idea of his ultimate destiny and secondly to make him
realise that he would see me having sex with others and he had to accept
it.   Freddy told me that he wanted a private word with me, but it should
wait until after my party.  On the night a bus and several cars arrived
carrying my mates.   Freddy was in heaven; the only favour he asked was
that any spunk that was spilled would be his to lick up.  Mark was a bit
afraid but I ordered him to attend.   We had 36 hours of unadulterated
lust and sex.  Two subs were chained to a wall purely for whipping, which
most did at one stage or another.   Two more were cuffed into slings and
were used frequently, while another 3 spent the whole 36 hours in the
toilet area ready to take anything available.  By the end of it we were
worn out; if it wasn't for a little bit of speed we wouldn't have lasted
as long as we did and now it was wearing off.   When everyone had left
and Freddy had licked up every spot he could find he sat down with me and
told me that we had a small problem.  I was aware that although the
company had been growing steadily in turnover and we had taken on three
more staff, the overheads were always higher than expected and we weren't
getting the profits we expected.   Freddy had been a bit more suspicious
and had the books examined by his own accountant.  Basically our manager
was ripping us off.   I went home and slept then I thought about what had
to be done.  When I made my plan I went back to Freddy and told him what
we had to do.  He accepted my idea immediately.

The following morning we went with the accountant to the office and faced
the manager with our facts.   He started to deny, get angry, threaten us
with a lawsuit.  I quietly explained that we had absolute proof, but if
he were willing to resign immediately renouncing any claim for redundancy
and forfeiting his shares and company pension we would not press charges.
  I offered him the chance to discuss it with his lawyer but he knew he
was beaten and he signed the papers we had prepared.  All I said to him
was that I felt betrayal from a friend more than being cheated by an
employee.   We left as quietly as we entered, the accountant taking over
the running of the company with the day to day help of the secretary
until I would be able to take full time control in 3 months time.   On
the way back to university I stopped off at a street market and bought a
bright red anorak with white flashes and a pair of trainers.

Two months later, just before our annual accounts were due, Freddy came
down to visit.   I invited a few friends round.  We sat around talking,
laughing and drinking, although, unknown to my guests, my vodka and soda
was only soda.   Half an hour after they went, about 11pm, I left quietly
and walked to where Freddy had parked his car and set of on the long
drive to my destination.   Just outside of town I pulled into a car
park.  One other car was waiting, a stolen Polo with the key stuck under
the wheel which a 'friend of a friend' of Freddy's had left there.   He
knew nothing of its planned use.  I slipped a pair of surgical gloves on,
changed into the trainers and anorak and got into the Polo and drove to
our ex manager's home.   I rang his door bell and when he called out to
ask who was there, I told him I needed 10 minutes of his time to finalise
the annual accounts.  As soon as he opened the door I head-butted him on
the bridge of his nose spreading it over his face.  As he fell back I
stepped in and pulled the door behind me.   I was carrying a baseball bat
and I broke both of his legs and left without another word.  Outside I
slipped a longhaired wig on my head then started shouting and smashing
his windows.   I was careful to run across the garden as lights went on
and faces appeared at the window to see me get into the polo and drive
off.

Back at the car park I switched cars and drove back, stopping only to
drop the bat down a drain and burn the gloves, anorak, wig and trainers
in a country field.

When I got back to the flat the table was covered with invoices and
account books; the place reeked of cigarette smoke, two empty wine
bottles were sitting on the table and Freddy had made up a bed for
himself on my sofa.   I drank half bottle of wine and went to bed feeling
good.  Next morning the police called as expected.  When asked for my
movements I was able to explain that I had spent the evening drinking in
the company of friends then most of the night going over my annual
accounts with my business partner, a very respectable business man before
finally going to bed sometime after 5am, without even clearing up, as
they could see.   They refused to tell me why they were calling but asked
to look through my wardrobe, I, of course agreed wishing to help in any
way I could.  Over the next few weeks the police called several times.
 By now I had been told that my ex manager had been seriously assaulted
and was blaming me, although what details they had gathered from
witnesses didn't fit my description.   They were looking for someone in a
red anorak and they had also got a good print of his trainers.  I
explained that I had had to fire him, showing them proof of his theft,
and I could only assume that he was trying to get revenge.

My revenge was complete.