Daddy Stuart
Sowing wild seeds
Legs wrapped around me, hands were on my arse cheeks, ensuring that I didn’t pull out when I came.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...
