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tape. An I was fourteen again. Mickey Ryan had made me a mix tape at Christmas that year with East 17’s ‘Stay’ on it. I was so chuffed, I took his cherry at the back of the KFC. But this was different. It was all the opera music that he had smacked my arse to. Now that’s not my idea of relaxin, rememberin gettin arse walloped. Plus, if anybody in Toxteth heard me listenin to that tripe, my street cred would be ruined forever. An it’s taken me years to build that up too.
    So, I decided to show Mr Big how it’s done an made him a proper mix tape on a cd cos I didn’t know how to work the shuffle thing. So, here are the songs I put on it.

    1) Britney Spears – ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’
    2) Michael Jackson – ‘Beat It’
    3) R.E.M. – ‘Everybody Hurts’
    4) Guns N’ Roses – ‘Pretty Tied Up’
    5) Ian Dury – ‘Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick’
    6) Culture Club – ‘Do You Really Want To Hurt Me’
    7) Prodigy – ‘Smack My Bitch Up’
    8) Rihanna – ‘Disturbia’
    9) Lady Gaga – ‘Bad Romance’
    10) Take That – ‘Why Can’t I Wake Up With You’

    An I was dead pleased with myself. But listenin to all them songs made me want to get a wallopin again so I texted Mr Big, ‘Thanks for the i-shuffle thing. I made you a cd too, I’ll bring it round tonight.’
    Then he texts back, ‘Wonderful. See you later, babe.’ then I was dancin about like a contestant in the Eurovision cos he called me babe.
    So, later that night, I got to his flat an he had the snooker table set up for us to have a game.
    An I said to him, ‘Now you do know I’m a hustler, don’t you?.’
    An he just smiled an said, ‘We’ll see. I never lose, Margaret. At anything.’
    Then I thought to myself, you lost your marbles, babe, when you started ridin that Mrs Robinson, but I didn’t say anythin because I could see that he was in a good mood.
    So he took the cd an put it on. The first song started to belt out – ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’ – an he laughed an said to me, ‘Very funny. Are they all like this?’ An I laughed an lifted the snooker cue an broke the balls up on the table.
    Then he said to me, ‘Now Margaret. If you are being cheeky, you know I will have to punish you.’ An then I bit my lip on purpose an passed him the cue. So, he potted a couple of balls an I thought to myself, he is good, but I was determined not to let him win. So I went to take my shot an I leant over the table to line it up when he came up behind me an pushed me into the table with his stiffy.
    An I said, ‘You tryin to distract me?’ An he started kissin my ear. Then I said, ‘I’ll have you know, I won the pool tournament at the pool hall four years in a row when I used to go there.’
    Then he said, ‘I bet you did. I’m sure the guys couldn’t take their eyes off you bending over the table like this. Tell me, did you wear a short skirt like this?’ An he pulled my skirt up over my arse cheeks until it was round my waist an said, ‘What a lovely round ass you have.’ An he started squeezin my cheeks. An I just smiled an thought, concentrate, concentrate.
    But as I went to pot the ball, he hooked a finger round my thong an pulled it down to my knees. Then he hit me such a slap. So I pretended to ignore it an took the shot an I potted the ball, just as I got another smack. Then, I felt his big tripod tryin to find the Muff from behind.
    An I said to him, ‘Make sure you pot the pink an not the brown.’
    Then he whispered into my ear, ‘I’ll pot the brown another day.’ An I thought to myself, never in a month of Sundays, babe.
    Then he said, ‘You need to take another shot.’ So I went to take the shot an his hand came down on my backside an then he started pummellin me