#also please ignore the messy bed i just woke up when i took this pic. and I didn't have the heart to move the covers

[plutoprophecy]

I have something very important to share with you all today

Behold......

HE !

[goldenfawnwriting]

Birds Of A Feather- Part 12 Hawks fic

Summary: Hawks had confessed his feelings last night, but only during the heat of the moment. Will his confession hold up when it’s no longer easy to say?

A/N: I’ve had a lot of free time lately so I’m really trying to work on this pic lmao 

Warning: Just angst p sure. 

The next morning when Finch woke she would have never known Hawks was there in the first place. The only indication was the slightly messy bed sheets besides her and the red feather, hidden in plain sight, on her window sill. She rubbed her eyes and groaned as she sat up, pulling her sheets tighter around her. 

When she finally got up and readied herself in a dress for the office she glanced around, an odd feeling creeping up on her. She shrugged it off though and made her way to work, taking a few headache pills on the way. She rushed into the office, setting her things down quickly and just making it to the briefing where Hawks stifled a chuckle at her. Her hair was left down in messy waves and she hadn’t yet gotten around to her usual lipstick. When the briefing ended and they were on their way back to the office he watched her hide a yawn couldn’t help himself but to comment. 

“You’re awfully tired today.”

“Uh, ya, last night was a little long for me.”

“Oh really?”

He chuckled. He came to her as she stood by her desk and took a lock of her hair, wrapping it up around his finger. 

“And just what kind of night did you have?”

She blushed under his suspicious gaze and turned, her hair falling out of his grip. 

“Well, just met up with Asami is all. We just had a fun girls night.”

“Just you two huh?”

“Uh... Ya...”

She trailed off, blinking as she looked down. She honestly didn’t even remember getting home, she chalked it up to Asami but she turned towards him, her eyebrows furrowing. 

“You showed up didn’t you?”

“What? No!”

He laughed, turning to retreat to his desk. She turned away also, blushing. Why would he have showed up anyway...

But she couldn’t help but spy how his breathing picked up, his face reddening. 

“You did! You’re lying!”

He chuckled loudly and turned back towards her. 

“What are you talking about love bird?”

“You’re telling me you weren’t... you didn’t see me...”

“Nope. Sat at home, went to bed.”

She squinted at him before the phone rang and she turned, bending over the desk to grab it off the hook, and holding herself up on her elbow as she greeted the other line. Hawks gawked at her form, his eyes raking over her backside in the short light blue skirt. He blinked as his eyes slid up to look over her wings, the way they just barely flapped as she cheerfully informed the person that they would transfer them to the financial office. When she had hung up she moved around to sit down at her computer, longing on and starting an email as she addressed him again. 

“Ok so today you have two meetings, one at 3 and one at 5 right before we go home, so don’t forget. I- Hawks are you listening?”

He blinked at her before nodding quickly. 

“Ya ya, 3 and 5, don’t forget.”

“Alright, and then Mr. Koshi needs you for a moment in the filing department.”

He nodded and started to make his way out before he turned back, going to his desk drawer and retrieving the brown hair pin, delivering it to her desk.

“You’ll probably need that. Seems you forgot the other one.”

With that he left, making his way to the filing department, a floor down. Meanwhile she stared at the hair pin before sighing. She dug in her bag for a moment before pulling out the green and gold hair pin. She looked it over for a moment before wrapping up her hair and sliding it into place. It still worked perfectly, even though she had ignored it in her bag for awhile now. Putting away the brown one in her desk drawer, she got to work, quickly sending out emails and taking more and more calls as the day progressed. At 3 she saw Hawks briefly before he went to his meeting, throwing her a wink, seemingly oblivious to the hair pin. 

After his three o’clock meeting he made his way back to the office, meeting Finch on the way, who carted lunch in to the office, setting his on his desk before making her way to hers, munching on a granola bar. 

“Is that all you got?”

He questioned, looking down at his large dish. There was a lot there, a full meal for sure. He glanced over at her sheepishly again. 

“Oh, I wasn’t so hungry, you’ve been busy all morning so I figured you would be starving.”

He was silent before nodding and digging in. It was awfully thoughtful of her. HE looked up at her between bites. 

“So did they tell you?”

She quirked her eyebrow in his direction as she continued typing. 

“You’re training starts next week.”

She stopped, looking up abruptly. 

“T-training?”

“Well ya, remember the sidekick thing?”

A look of realization came across her face.

“Oh, ya I do.”

He nodded as he took another bite of his food, wiping his mouth curtly. 

“It’s gonna be hard, y’know.”

“Well, I figured, being a hero isn’t exactly easy, neither will being a sidekick.”

“No I mean, the commission’s training is especially hard...”

^^^

The following week was torture. And Finch blamed Hawks completely for not telling her this would be this way.

“That’s all you’ve got? You’re going to die as soon as you look at a villain if you’re this weak.”

She growled at the mans words, who stared down at her with a pitying look. She was sweating her ass off, her wings hurting so bad she almost couldn’t breathe, tears pricking her eyes. All of this was going so fast, not giving her any time to keep up as she ran miles and miles, did sit ups till she couldn’t see straight, and swam laps day and night as if she even would need that. She was cussing the man out in her head, his voice resounding in her mind as she did another push up. Her arms were shaking so hard she almost couldn’t keep herself up. It had been 8 straight hours of endurance training, for the past week.

She was so close to collapsing when they finally let her go for the day, giving her a snide remark about how maybe the next day would be better and worth their while. She finally got home and collapsed on the couch, tears flowing like during rain. She didn’t know if she could do this. The stress was so much, on top of the rules that had been set against her. Hawks’ feather in the other room tingled from the sound of her sobs, the feather she had been way too stressed to notice so far.

About 5 minutes later she had nearly cried herself to sleep on the couch but jolted at the sound of a knock on her door. She convinced herself if she ignored it they’d go away but, she had forgotten to lock the deadbolt and so about 30 seconds of no answer later, Hawks waltzed right in, scaring Finch half to death.

“W-what are you doing-”

“Are you alright?”

There was a silence before Finch burst into tears again, sobs wracking her whole body as she all but wailed. 

“I-its so h-hard! E-everyth-thing h-hurts!”

She cried, Hawks making his way to her and enveloping her in his arms and wings, pushing her head into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He let her cry for a good minute or two before he pulled her away to look at her.

“Listen Finch, I told you this wouldn’t be easy, and to be honest, it only gets worse from here. I’d hate to see you give up, dove. I know you’ll make the perfect sidekick.”

“I-I can’t t-take t-this s-sir!”

He groaned inwardly at the formality. Something about seeing her distressed induced panic in his chest, just as much as it stirred something deeper in him. He wanted to make everything better but he also was kinda pleased it was so hard for her. Maybe now she would see the world through his eyes, as awful as that sounded. He petted her hair, waiting on her to calm down. 

“Birdie, you are so, so strong, I know you can do this.”

She only gave a sniffle in response.

“You are the most determined, strong woman I’ve ever met, if there is anyone who can do this, I know it’s you.”

He gave a little peck to the tip of her nose before nuzzling his cheek against hers. She let out a small sigh and relaxed into him slowly. 

“I-I love you...”

He whispered to her before pulling away, to find her passed out in his arms, unaware to the confession he had made seconds earlier. It seemed like his just kept happening to him, he thought as he repositioned himself and slowly fell asleep wrapped around her.

[pinkbubbles-and-bigtroubles]

One Kiss (Girls Talk Boys part 5)

Possibilities I look like all you need

Each chapter has a song title attached so I could keep my files straight on my phone but it ended up really working so I kept it. I have 11 chapters actually written so far but they need revising so I'll be posting every couple of days or so if anyone was curious

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use and cursing. Usual stuff.

Previous Chapter

She says she's not ready to leave yet. Still trying to find herself. Keeps asking me to buy prosecco. Camille smiled at the message and the picture of her shiny pink pen resting on what she assumed was Calum's couch. Kicking off her blankets, sleep forgotten for the moment, she knew two could play this game. Camille snuck downstairs ignoring the obvious sex noises coming from Cher’s bedroom. Grabbing an empty beer bottle and Calum's Zippo she set the scene on the kitchen counter before snapping a pic.

Drank four Bud Lights before passing out.  Won't stop calling me bro and asking if “they're real.” Tells dad jokes. Camille grinned as she hit send.

I still don't understand how you got my lighter. watch out he'll try to feel you up when he's buzzed Calum was quick to text back

I get to have my secrets. She's a messy queen when she's wine drunk. You've been warned. After hitting send Camille gave in to the butterflies and the way anything and everything Calum did gave her fanny flutter.  She opened the drawer on her nightstand and an incognito tab on her phone.

Camille woke up to her phone chiming. She had to laugh when she opened the message. There was Calum, shirtless, still in bed, hair a mess, and eyes and lips still puffy with sleep looking wide eyed and panicked for the camera. Captioned (It's not what it looks like) Camille could see her pen lying on the bed next to Calum.  Camille took his lighter off her nightstand placing it on her shoulder nestled in her hair she closed her eyes and feigned sleep and took the picture.

It IS what it looks like bro.

It went on like this for days. Calum sent her snaps from the studio, his home, his favorite coffee shop, his walks with his dog Duke under the pretense of holding her pen hostage. Camille reciprocated taking his lighter with her to dance practice with Tom, on her trips to the market, to the shelter where she volunteered. She even placed it somewhere in frame on her IG and Snapchat mock draft videos. Calum had noticed and teased her for going Hollywood. Camille was surprised by how goofy and silly he really was. He came off so stern and serious when they'd meet. Now here he is cracking up at her jokes, pulling silly faces to make her smile and all the time with the compliments. Camille didn't believe them all but she couldn't lie hearing Calum say she was cute, funny or smart made her entire day. She couldn't tell if it was friendship or flirting, but regardless it was a distraction. She reminded herself yet again, a tan gorgeous muscular cheeky distraction.Who has a girlfriend, and you've known less than one month.

Right now Camille needed to focus on being her damn job and not a sexy Australian. She had her first appearance on ESPN today and this game with Calum had messed with her concentration all week. Carefully arranging her hair into a French twist and priming her face for the studio makeup she put on her best charcoal grey A line dress and matching heels and headed for the door. Just before she reached her car she saw Calum walking Duke talking to Harry out for his morning run. She waved and the guys waved back. Harry shot her an appraising smile and a thumbs up. When she got to the studio she checked her phone before silencing it. There was a picture of Calum holding his dog under one arm and her pen against his cheek with a big cheesy grin.

Knock em dead today. You look great. We believe in you.

Camille shut her phone giggling. She then ran face first into a wall. At least it felt like a wall but really it was just a massive mountain of a man. Camille felt an arm encircle her waist keeping her from falling. Looking up she was met with golden eyes, rippling muscles, tattoos everywhere and a huge smile. She just blinked taking in the second best looking man she'd ever met and certainly the biggest. “Oh my gosh are you ok I'm so sorry” he was apologizing as Camille started to recognize who he was. #87 All Pro Wide Receiver for the LA Rams “Hi I'm Quentin Diaz-Castillo” he introduced himself. Holding out his hand to shake hers. “Yes you are” Camille let the words escape before her brain could move. Her hand felt like a child’s compared to his.  Catching herself she shook her head “What I meant to say there was thank you, I'm fine. I'm Camille and it's a pleasure to meet you. You've helped me win my fantasy league twice.” Quentin chuckled “That's cool, a girl being into football.”

By now they had gotten through security to the actual studio and Camille could see her boss chatting with the host of Fantasy Squad. “So Quentin, how's that wrist feeling after surgery” she leaned into him forcing him to crouch to hear her “would you say you'll be back to full strength by the season opener or should we draft Pickens as a handcuff in deeper leagues?” Camille asked with her most wide eyed innocent little girl voice and the devil in her eyes. Quentin stared at her processing her words. Her boss and owner of profantasysports finally spotted them and hurried over. Stephen tossed her a jersey “New season, new merch Cam. Sorry but it just came in.” Camille pulled the jersey over her head avoiding her hair. Looking at Stephen she asked “cap or no cap? Glasses or no? Are we selling smart or cute?” “Both” Stephen replied “no cap, wear your other glasses, and I like your hair up but can you make it, bigger?” The studio stylist nodded and started to lead Cam away. She stopped and placed a hand on Quentin’s arm “you never answered my question.” He answered in a loud stage whisper teasing her “I can't tell you my secrets in front of everyone.” “Fine” she let out a dramatic sigh “I guess you can tell me over dinner.” “I don't have your number” Quentin answered as the stylist pulled Cam away to get her ready for the camera “He does” Cam pointed at Stephen who promptly whipped out his phone.

Cher invited Luke and Tom over so they could watch Camille’s big debut. Calum and Ashton came along with Luke. The theme music for NFL Fantasy Live started and Cher made everyone hush. Cher cheered out loud when her friend appeared on screen. She was split screen with two guys who kept trying to talk over her but Cam was having none of it. It was verbal jujitsu watching her take down both so called experts. She hit all of her talking points, corrected one guy’s stats, name dropped PFS and looked great in the new merch. Cher made everyone in the room high five her when the show ended.

Cam stepped off stage and found Stephen waiting for her. “You were fantastic” her boss looked pleased “I have no doubt they're gonna ask you back.” Internally she was jumping up and down and screaming, on the outside she was still pretty giddy. “That would be amazing” Cam stopped and glanced around hopefully. Stephen noticed “Sorry, he had to leave, he seemed to like you though.” “Did he want my number?” Camille tried and completely failed not to sound too eager. “I gave it to him but don't hold your breath” her boss warned “He has a serious reputation.” Camille turned her phone back on walking to her car. Her phone started buzzing like an electric beehive. She scrolled smiling at messages from her friends and family till she saw Calum's number.

Am I supposed to be impressed? Because I'm impressed.

Her chest fluttered but then an unknown number popped up.

If you're hungry I'm free right now. Look up.

Camille raised her head and there was Quentin lounging against an expensive looking Rover.

“Let's get lunch. I'm starving” Quentin called out. Camille snapped a quick pic and sent it to Cher. Going to lunch with this guy. Don't wait up.

Camille was both thrilled and terrified. The little bistro he'd taken her to was simple yet elegant.  They were tucked away on a little patio to give them a little privacy and Quentin some room. Restaurant chairs just weren't designed with 6’4, 220 lb NFL players in mind. It wasn't just that he was an enormous human being Quentin was even better looking up close. He had an easy smile and his eyes went from chocolate to amber with his moods. Quentin had a great sense of humor and was a natural entertainer.  He kept Camille laughing with story after story about football while also being genuinely interested about her life and interests. They were both into football of course. It turns out Quinton was as obsessed with 90’s music as Cam was. They both loved Game of Thrones, Beyonce and boy bands. Her head was spinning and Camille wasn't sure if it was Quentin or the wine.

The food was excellent. Brined and roasted duck with truffle mac and cheese and fresh snap peas. “I'm glad to see you're a girl who appreciates food” Quentin commented. Camille felt herself blush, she'd always been self conscious about her weight. “What do you mean?” She replied trying not to sound defensive dropping her eyes to her lap. Quentin immediately grabbed her hand across the table. “Nothing is worse than going on a date with a cute girl who won't eat or talk” he winked at her. Now she was blushing as she smiled at him “I've never been afraid of either. In fact not being able to shut up got me here today.”

“I saw your segment. Those jerks kept trying to talk over you” Quentin leaned back motioning for the server “ doesn't that bother you?”

“Of course it does, but I've been playing fantasy for ten years, professionally for three. Before that I worked in restaurants. I'm small, female and pink. Nobody ever takes me seriously, at first” with that Camille’s sour expression switched to a sly grin. Quentin faked a horrified expression “I'd hate to get on your bad side” “They don't call me the Angry Chihuahua for nothing” Camille finished her wine.  Quentin cracked up right as dessert arrived.

The restaurant was known for its “tea”rimisu. Consisting of rolls of spongy floof cake drizzled in the house crafted green tea liqueur, layered with whipped marscapone, more delicious floof cake, topped with a dulce de leche sauce and fresh whipped cream. Camille took her first bite and gazed across the table at Quentin. Their eyes met as the sweetness hit her tongue. Camille felt her heart flutter and knew she'd fallen in love. This cake was that fucking good. She closed her eyes not wanting to let anything ruin the moment. “You should see the look on your face” Quinton teased her. “Now I know your secret to being such a ladies man. Seduction by cake.” Camille teased back.

It was almost 9 pm by the time Camille got home. After dinner she'd wanted to leave a thank you note for the pastry chef. This turned into a quick visit to meet the kitchen staff and Quentin posing for a few photos. Quentin had volunteered to drive her home, but Camille didn't want the hassle of picking up her car the next day. She'd only had one glass of wine with a full meal. She came home to just Cher and a surprisingly tidy house. “Oh you're home, and alone” Cher came out of the kitchen. “Good Lord I just met him this morning I'm not going to drag him to bed that quickly” Camille had to laugh. “Well I ran the boys off just in case” Cher responded “some of them were very eager to meet your date. Cody is dying to hear from you and tell you about him and Nick. Tom says Quentin is one of his favorite players. Calum didn't look all that thrilled though. I wonder why. Probably doesn't want you replacing him as your boyfriend.” “I don't have a boyfriend” Camille snorted. “Not yet” Cher shot back lighting a joint and handing it over.

Next Chapter Jealous

[abdlbdsmstories]

The Setup

This story involves sexual  encounters, female degradation, humiliation and nappies/diapers.

PART 3

"Also these are for you. You are to have them all consumed by bedtime tonight. Ryan will stay with you for an hour or so to make sure you do, then he will meet up with us later." Steve said to me, pointing to the table. On there were half a dozen over sized baby bottles full of apple juice, a handful of pills and 5 jars of baby food. He began piling them into a bag, handing me a bottle then he left the room and I heard the front door open. Marc grabbed my hand and so the journey began down the flights of stairs, awkwardly waddling like a baby. The teens were there again, laughing and mocking me, much to my annoyance. I merely stuck my tongue, only to receive a slap on the back of my legs from Ryan which brought a tear to my eye. We reached the exit from the tower block and piled into Marcs car, my old car. A black 4X4, leather seats, the works, cost me a lot of money and when Mark took it and left me with a lesser one I was gutted. I was manhandled into the back between Ryan and Mark whilst Steve drove. The journey back was uneventful, I suckled on the bottle every now and then, whilst Ryan handed me the odd pill. I was uneasy about taking them but he informed me they would just keep me regular. I finished the bottle off, along with 3 of each of the different pills then we arrived at my house.

   "Right baby, Ryan has your key. Remember, no tampering with your nappys otherwise there will be trouble. We will be back in the morning, if for whatever reason you aren't in when we arrive I may post the key through the door." Marc explained to me. He kissed me on the lips, for a moment I felt like he cared and it brought back so many memories for me. Then I was pulled out of the car by Ryan and paraded down my path way. There I was in a huge, bulky set of nappys, locking plastic pants in front of my neighbours. Several of there attentions had been pulled to my attention by the fact Steve was beeping the car horn many times. I ignored them looking and waddled to the front door where Ryan let us both in and sort off put me out of my nightmare. We walked inside, Ryan carrying the bag and me picking up the envelope that to my relief contained the 500 pounds I was offered. I placed it on the kitchen side whilst Ryan set himself up in the front room, plonking himself on the setee and watching TV. He called me into the front room, grabbed my hand and cradled me across his lap with other bottle of juice and some baby food. I caught a glimpse of the contents 'pureed carrot and cabbage' and it tasted as foul as it sounded. I felt like puking after the first pot but I managed to contain myself. Then he opened another pot and another pot until I was forcibly fed 4 of the pots. I tried to resist, closing my mouth but Ryan just squeezed my nipples aggressively making me scream then he shoved the contents in my mouth. I had polished off 4 bottles of juice with this and nowI was absolutely bloated.

   "You have 1 pot of baby food and 2 bottles left. I will allow you to consume these yourself whenever your ready. Make sure you do, if I find out you haven't its punishment time." Ryan told me, whilst laughing. I knew what he was laughing at, the fact I could feel baby food all round my mouth and cheeks, I bet I looked a proper baby. He slipped his camera phone out of his jean pocket and took a picture.

   "Right, I got to go. Have fun by yourself. Those diuretics and laxatives should kick in soon. Have fun." Ryan said, and with that he kissed me on the forehead and left. I locked the door behind him and just collapsed to the floor in tears. I couldn't believe I had agreed to this and I still had hours to go. It had just gone midnight, still 12 hours-odd to go. And the last words of Ryan were starting to make sense, I let out a gush of pee in my nappy, but thnkfully it wasn;t visible in the outer nappy. I had a few rumblings in my belly. I tried to put off the urge to poop by drinking one of the bottles and going to bed. But it was no use, by the time I got to the top of stairs, the cramps were unbearable. I grabbed my stomach, trying to ease the pain and squatted down. That was the final move, I slightly raised myself up and forced out a torrent of wet, messy diarrhoea. This was explosive, a huge fart escaped followed by an avalanche of poop. I felt so hot and tired after this pooping session. I sat at the top of the stairs in the mess crying. After 10 minutes or so I managed to pick myself up and waddle to bed. The stench was pretty bad, and coupled with another couple of wettings I was drenched and messy. I cried myself to sleep, clutching my stomach as a little poop vacated my bowels.

The next morning I was awoken by banging at the door and the door bell ringing. I was in a slight daze as I looked at the clock, 0730 it read. I looked down at my nappy and it was sagging and yellow. I stood up and thought my luck was in as I walked down the stairs to open it for Ryan or Marc to let me out early. As I twisted the key in the door and pulled it slightly open I was met with a shock. It was neither of them, standing there seeing me in my full nappied state was my best friend and work colleague, Lucy. I just froze and stood there with tears in my eyes. She just walked forward and comforted me.

   "Shhh. Its ok. What the hell has happened to you? Did you forget we had work this morning? What happened to you on Saturday night?" She whispered in my ear. We walked back inside and stood in the kitchen.

   "I..I came back here with these two lads and had a great sex session. Then they paid me 500 pound to tidy there flat and do a few jobs for them. But they said I had to do it nappied and then my ex husband turned up and he had organised it all. So im stuck in this nappy till 12 and I've had a few accidents." I blurted out, explaining the whole situation to her. She inspected my backside and felt the nappy, cupping the sagginess and splashing cold pee against my pussy. She spanked my backside, pushing the river of poop against my backside.

   "How did you poop so bad? How you going to hide this from work? You can't go sick, otherwise you will get the sack and you can't afford that." She replied, putting me in more of a predicament.

   "I..I dont know. Please help me. They gave me a load of laxatives and stuff to eat and its gone straight through me. If I dont eat or drink them I will be in more trouble." I told her back. I pointed out the remaining jar of baby food and bottle which she fetched over and sat me down.

   "Here, Let me help you. Let's think of what we can do to hide those nappies." She was so comforting and at ease with my predicament. She picked up the baby food and spoon fed it me nicely, before handing me the bottle that I consumed asap.

   "That was easy enough. Let's go upstairs and see what you have in your wardrobe." She said, helping me up the stairs, the smell of stale poop stinking the house out. She sat me on the end of the bed whilst she went through my wardrobe examining every outfit I had. She first pulled out my usual trouser suit and handed me the trousers. I tried to fit them on bit it was no use, between us we couldn't them over the bulk of the nappys. Then we tried my jeans, again no use, a few dresses that did fit but bulged horrendously out at the back. She finally settled on 2 outfits that could have fit me, a pair of dungarees that were shabby and torn that I once wore for a fancy dress party and white tennis skirt I had again from fancy dress. I couldn't wear the dungarees, they would have been perfect but they were wrecked. So Lucy proceeded to wrap the tennis skirt round me and clipped it at the back. Then I put on my black shirt and buttoned it, then my black work shoes. I looked in the full length and whilst I wiped away my tears and Lucy tidied up my hair and makeup it didn't look so bad. I mean, the nappy still bulged slightly under the skirt and maybe half an inch or was visible underneath but we had made the best of a bad job.

   "Hmmm. That's the best we can do. I'll try and make sure you get on counter duty rather than being out in the store." She smiled and said to me, taking pity on my plight. Come on, let's go downstairs and go otherwise we will be late. We went downstairs and as I gathered my bag and keys Lucy picked up the envelope containing the money.

   "Now you wouldn't want anybody to find out about this would you? This could come in handy." She slyly remarked slipping the envelope into her bag.

   "How could you? I thought you were my friend?" I shouted back.

   "Don't you dare try and take control here. I'm in charge, unless you want me to tell everyone about your predicament I suggest you shut up and get outside NOW!!" She shouted back at me. My best friend had manipulated me and blackmailed me and there was nothing I could do about it. We went outside and climbed into her car and set off for work. Lucy started talking to me,

   "Listen, I'm so sorry about this. It's not my idea. See I know Mark did this to you, he put me up to this. He's forcing me to humiliate you." I was shocked at what I was hearing, my husband had blackmailed my best friend as well. She continued,

   "See, he threatened to do to me what he has done to you. And he was going to show the evidence to  my husband and teenage boys. I couldn't take the risk. He seduced me one night, drugged me and when I woke up the following morning I was dressed in a nappy surrounded by pics he had taken and a note telling me what I had to do. I had to take you that club and set you up with those 2 lads. I'm sorry." She was in near tears at the fact she had stitched me up, but I couldn't blame her. If it was the other way round I would have done exactly the same to save my skin.