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and less time for even drinking beer and smoking weed although I did like a nice fat joint before bed if I could manage it! The sex kind of drifted away a little as well, don’t get me wrong, I still went to some of the tamer parties, when I was around, but building up my business was more important. All the random shagging all over the place started to feel superficial and more effort than it was worth.
I worked my arse up building this business and I am so glad I did as I have been able to build us a beautiful house in Rosemont. When Rose was injured so badly and in hospital I was able to make significant changes to the house, to help her recover as quickly as possible, even up to converting the basement into a health spa for her! It’s not quite as expensive if you are in the trade you know? Now I am happy to think about the future and keep all my sexual experiences at home.
From bruiser to businessman, playboy to professional I did it all, tried everything and nothing ever seemed to calm the aching restlessness in me that had been in me since I was a child.
One evening I was working in the bar, covering for my cousin Danny whose wife had just gone into labour. I looked up to see this absolutely stunning redhead checking me out. She left not long after and I had no idea that seeing that girl would change my life so dramatically. Well the rest as they say is history, life is definitely coming up Roses for me now.
Josh!
Fran
I didn’t join the Sensual Revolution until much later in life than a lot of the others in Rosemont. Frankly I didn’t even know there was a Sensual Revolution until I was about 23, so not joining was through ignorance rather than any lack of desire.
Well technically that isn’t true either, I didn’t have any desire then at all, well at least not sexually, I had the normal desires that people have; to be happy, to have a nice home and a good job, but sex was something I never even thought about anymore. I used to think about it a ll the time but I was a big girl even as a teen and was permanently picked because of my size. It’s a common enough story I guess, most kids are picked on for something or another at least once in their lives and gone on to live happy normal lives. I didn’t cope with it all too well though and instead of just holding my head up high and living how I chose to I buried my head in... well not sand for sure, in biscuits, sweets, chocolate, crisps, chocolate, take away and chocolate. You get the picture of course!
It didn’t help that the rest of my situation was pretty grim as well, I was from the poorer side of town and me and my Dad lived in a tiny little, well cottage I suppose you could call it. Don’t be imagining roses round the door and quaint gardens or anything like that. The only way our house resembled a cottage was that it was small, other than that it mostly resembled a trailer!
My Dad was another social stigma, gods looking back my entire life royally sucked when I was a teenager. My Dad used to be an incredible man, I remember when I was little and my Mum was still alive. He seemed so tall and confident then, always with a ready smile and lots of fun. When I was 9 tragedy struck our little family. Before then although we lived in the same place, the house really was a quaint cottage and we were very happy. I don’t really know much of what happened, but Mum was a teacher at the Rosemont academy and one day an ex pupil went bonkers and created one of those massacres that you hear about on the news so often. Of course this kind of thing was nowhere nearly as well known then as it is today. Horror rocked our little community when the news came out about it along with many stories of horror or bravery. What I mostly remember is screaming for about 2 months. They told me that she had been really brave, that she had saved the lives of the entire reception year by trying to tackle the man with the gun before he shot them. He shot
I worked my arse up building this business and I am so glad I did as I have been able to build us a beautiful house in Rosemont. When Rose was injured so badly and in hospital I was able to make significant changes to the house, to help her recover as quickly as possible, even up to converting the basement into a health spa for her! It’s not quite as expensive if you are in the trade you know? Now I am happy to think about the future and keep all my sexual experiences at home.
From bruiser to businessman, playboy to professional I did it all, tried everything and nothing ever seemed to calm the aching restlessness in me that had been in me since I was a child.
One evening I was working in the bar, covering for my cousin Danny whose wife had just gone into labour. I looked up to see this absolutely stunning redhead checking me out. She left not long after and I had no idea that seeing that girl would change my life so dramatically. Well the rest as they say is history, life is definitely coming up Roses for me now.
Josh!
Fran
I didn’t join the Sensual Revolution until much later in life than a lot of the others in Rosemont. Frankly I didn’t even know there was a Sensual Revolution until I was about 23, so not joining was through ignorance rather than any lack of desire.
Well technically that isn’t true either, I didn’t have any desire then at all, well at least not sexually, I had the normal desires that people have; to be happy, to have a nice home and a good job, but sex was something I never even thought about anymore. I used to think about it a ll the time but I was a big girl even as a teen and was permanently picked because of my size. It’s a common enough story I guess, most kids are picked on for something or another at least once in their lives and gone on to live happy normal lives. I didn’t cope with it all too well though and instead of just holding my head up high and living how I chose to I buried my head in... well not sand for sure, in biscuits, sweets, chocolate, crisps, chocolate, take away and chocolate. You get the picture of course!
It didn’t help that the rest of my situation was pretty grim as well, I was from the poorer side of town and me and my Dad lived in a tiny little, well cottage I suppose you could call it. Don’t be imagining roses round the door and quaint gardens or anything like that. The only way our house resembled a cottage was that it was small, other than that it mostly resembled a trailer!
My Dad was another social stigma, gods looking back my entire life royally sucked when I was a teenager. My Dad used to be an incredible man, I remember when I was little and my Mum was still alive. He seemed so tall and confident then, always with a ready smile and lots of fun. When I was 9 tragedy struck our little family. Before then although we lived in the same place, the house really was a quaint cottage and we were very happy. I don’t really know much of what happened, but Mum was a teacher at the Rosemont academy and one day an ex pupil went bonkers and created one of those massacres that you hear about on the news so often. Of course this kind of thing was nowhere nearly as well known then as it is today. Horror rocked our little community when the news came out about it along with many stories of horror or bravery. What I mostly remember is screaming for about 2 months. They told me that she had been really brave, that she had saved the lives of the entire reception year by trying to tackle the man with the gun before he shot them. He shot
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