"This is Mr Clegg." Ahh, good, good." Churchill was sitting at a small desk; a bed to his right was made up ready in case some crisis that night preve...nted him from returning to Downing Street. He was exactly as Clegg had imagined from his photographs and the newsreels; the pugilistic expression, spotted bow tie, pinstriped suit, gold chain stretched across his waistcoat, seeming to keep his belly in check. Churchill folded the papers he was working on and slid them into a file.This boded ill as. Aunt Kelly was out of college and on her own. Janine had been graduated from high school and had gotten married shortly thereafter. It was right after WWII which saw the economy open up after years of war production, rationing, and limited goods even if people had the money to pay for them.It had all started with my interaction with Kelly as a little boy. She was the catalyst for my introduction to sex at such a young age. Only four or so years older than I, the difference was a chasm then. As. ”“You’ll what, lay there and take it? You couldn’t get me off you if your life depended on it. If I wasn’t fucking you right now you’d just be getting slapped for no reason. Does that make it better? Does me grinding on your cock make it ok for me to slap the shit out of you?”“You’re pretty cocky for someone...” (slap!)“You don’t get to talk, if you wanna act like my bitch I’m gonna treat you like my bitch until you man up and fuck the shit out of me!”That was the last straw. Not only did she. Apparently, the other fellows had been given a lift and I was lucky to get back in time because my bag was still in the venue. I ran up and grabbed it and then told my tour manager I'd make my own way back to the hotel. The problem with my lady friend was she had an address she needed to go to but her phone was going to die so I told her I'd remember it and take her home. In retrospect, if I hadn't got her home I really wonder what she would have done. So we started walking in the direction of.