Handcuffs

handcuffs

I suppose it was unavoidable that handcuffs would, at one time or another have been slapped on my wrists. Hard unforgiving metal, grazing flesh and gnawing at the bone. Something I remember well. I would much prefer the police to use those pink fur-lined ones you get from Ann Summers. Still you can’t have everything.

One thing I learned from my brushes with The Law, politeness goes a long way to ensuring a gentle cuffing.

Read about my run-ins in Paulyanna International Rent-boy.

HERE ARE BOOKSTORE LINKS…

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/364165

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=Paulyanna

HERE ARE MY REVIEWS…

http://powerpuffgeezer.webs.com/book-reviews

Kindest regards, PDL

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