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It was a cold grey day, I was walking through the park towards the
town centre when the first drops of rain started. It soon turned into
a downpour, I rushed towards the nearest shelter, the doorway of the
disused gasworks building just outside the park gates.
I was not the only one who had made for shelter. As I entered the
doorway I saw that someone else was standing just inside.
“Hi!” he said, “You smoke?” offering me a cigarette. I shook my
head, “No thanks.” He was probably about 25 years old (I was 19 at the
time), dressed in jeans, T-shirt and a denim type jacket. We stood in
the doorway watching the rain bouncing off the street outside. I was
conscious of him looking at me sideways as he smoked his cigarette.
“How would you like to make some money?” he said a few minutes
later.
“Doing what?” I replied.
“Giving me a wank” he replied after a pause. I thought about this
for a few moments. It didn’t seem an unreasonable request. After all I
had performed this service on several occasions for school-friends and
at the time I was interested to discover that a person of his age
still indulged in this pursuit.
“How much?” I asked.
“A pound” he answered. This seemed a considerable sum of money to
a person of my age. It was about equal to half my weekly pocket money
at the time and would provide a welcome boost in spending power.