£122! That's what it cost to get Martin fixed up. I was thinking of doing it myself at one stage. But I can't stand seeing him in pain so I went down the seafront and shelled out the money. Again.
Took on another shift at Ann Summers. I'll be working on the Bondage equipment helpline for a few weeks. Like the Samaritans for perverts. One fella had wrapped his missus in pvc tape but didn't have any nails to get her out. And the tea needed cooking. All human life. By the way I suggested he get some bolt cutters or a blow torch or a set of those false nails.
I think it's going well. Me and Martin made up. With his new skull lining and the little moustache I got the taxidermist to paint on, he was quite happy and out of nowhere he placed his hand on mine. The war was over. How could I be mad at Martin?
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