Down at the local chippy I got more than I bargained for
Down at my local chippy I was served extra portions off the menu by the shop owner. After the earlier lessons off the arabs, i was 15 by this point in my life and my hormones were running rampant, my sex life was about to go up a notch or two, we had moved to a shithole of a town called Oldham in the UK, after 3 years in Oxford this was like something out of Hobsons choice, horrible place to live, the good thing near where we lived was the local chip shop, owned by an unusual man, who was called Jeff, wasn’t sure if he was like the ginger fella out of the full monty, a bit camp but not so sure about where his preferred sexuality lay. I would go to his …
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