Imagination Stories

It was almost at the start of the Thatcher Years in 1980 when I was out with my wife in one of the better pubs in the poorer run down part of town. Thatcher was so busy fighting unions and the EU that she temporarily let the domestic scene slip. My wife was a social worked and child protection officer and often told me horror stories about what she came upon in her work. This day as we sat quietly eating crisps and drinki...

*J loves me to address my stories to her so she can live them vividly in her mind* You asked for this. That night in the kitchen, the night I lifted the back of your skirt as you poured a drink and I whispered to you, “Imagine I’m another guy”. That night I wanted you to imagine I’d invited another guy home with me for a drink. That while you had your back turned I’d told him to go behind you and feel your ass. That if he...