To: The third girl was yesterday. She was early 30s, bright, natural blonde, slender and tall in her white, strappy leather heals.
Me: Nice fantasy. If you were real and this story real too, then you would know all about DNA and the means to track down men from a mere blood spot at least 40 years later, added to the Crime Database and your chances of being on that, from oodles of your sperm in her c***, a** and on her p******.
Your Goose is cooked mate and you will be able to tell us stories of what it is like in prison for the next lifetime with nothing to do except be someone else’s stud muffin (Guy that is).
