Opening the door, The Rat, with his usual charming look, sways in the doorway."Oh hell I've not seen you in a while, what do you want now?" slurs the ...Rat"We need a chat can I come in?" says the mystery manThe flat was dirtier than ever and nothing had changed except for the crates of lager, piled up like a Lego block tower, in the corner."What did you do Rat rob a brewery?" I came into some money so I thought a little drink was in order" sniggers the Rat"Forget the drink I think soap and. He looked a little sad and said he had noticed and was really using it as an excuse as I had shelter to get out of the rain as the last 15 people just shooed him away. I looked him up and down and felt a little pity on him as the rain lashed against the glass door. I told him to come inside and I'll make you a cup of tea to warm you up. He closed the door behind him and took his shoes off. I glanced down and joked looks like your socks are the only things dry mate. Your not wrong there mate and. She is an ex police officer and, yes, she and I also get together. In fact we get together a lot, far more than the agency or my friends knew. She’s as fit as a flea, a judo expert and slightly mannish but extremely good under the duvet. She’s been driving and minding me for about three years and we’re very close friends, perhaps more than mere friends. She’s totally reliable which is a huge comfort when you serve the needs of rich, sometimes sadistic lesbians.‘She said to turn up looking good!. Top all of that off with her being a complete bombshell (5'7", with long legs, nice perfectly shaped thighs, wide womanly hips, acute little bum, a tiny waist complemented by a flat stomach, long wavyblonde hair, a charming pearl-white smile, gorgeous big light blue eyes,and an incredibly alluring chest, blessed with 32-DD breasts), and well,you had the perfect girlfriend.Except she was crazy. Well, that's a bit unfair, not really crazy, justobsessed with all that nonsense about magic, wiccan.