Message from RogueMale to ScaredyCat:<br/><br/>‘Hey, how ya’ doin’?<br/><br/>I’ve just posted. It’s in the first person so that I can avoid having a name, which makes it a bit more scary. You’ll see this first post mainly gives my back story. Try to incorporate yours to give your character more depth.’<br/><br/>Mia eagerly clicked her way to the post.<br/><br/>‘I stood in the car park and inhaled by first breath of fresh air for 14 years, air free from the odour of sweat, urine, drugs, fear and the scent of that Corrections Officer who had made by life hell for the past six years with her constant petty acts of vindictiveness and humiliation. Just because I was serving time for rape didn’t mean I wasn’t entitled to respect. If I could have got her out of sight of one of those cameras, she’d have learnt a thing or two about respect.<br/><br/>A waving arm caught my attention. Good old sis, I could always depend on her. She arrived beside me with a squeal of tyres and a screech of her brakes.<br/><br/>‘Jump in.’<br/><br/>I threw my bag into the back seat and fastened the seatbelt, always a wise precaution with sis driving.<br/><br/>‘You’re staying with me, until you get yourself sorted out.’<br/><br/>‘Thanks, sis. You sure I won’t be in the way?’<br/><br/>She knew what I meant.<br/><br/>‘No, I don’t work from home anymore. Got myself a office. Even pay tax now.’<br/><br/>Not on all the earnings I bet.<br/><br/>She looked across as we waited for a red light.<br/><br/>‘Do you remember Beth and Tammy?’<br/><br/>Did I remember them? Of course, I remembered them.<br/><br/>‘They’ve offered to give you a double-hander – free – as a sort of welcome home present.’<br/><br/>‘Thanks, sis, I’ll take them up on that, but first I’ve got some things to get straight.’<br/><br/>She looked across at me and swerved violently – her driving was even more erratic when she wasn’t looking where she was going.<br/><br/>‘Be careful, you’ve only just got out.’<br/><br/>After nearly a decade and a half without sex, I had my own plans for my home coming, plans that didn’t involve a couple of aging hookers. All I had to do was find the right girl and that might take some time.<br/><br/>‘Don’t worry, sis, I’m not going to get into any trouble.’<br/><br/>She sighed with relief, a little too obviously I thought.<br/><br/>‘By the way, Big Tom says he can get you some unofficial work on the doors if you’re fit enough.’<br/><br/>Fit enough? I flexed my biceps. What else was there to do in prison except keep fit, and out of the way of that damn Corrections Office.<br/><br/>And so it was that two days later I was working the doors on Club 69. Right now, it was the hottest spot in town. Chicks arrived in all shapes and sizes, all dressed to please themselves and tease the guys, especially a guy who hadn’t had sex in a while, a long while. I was at a permanent stand and wishing I’d taken up that offer, just to take the edge of a bit. Some of the girls paused to chat or flirt with the regular security guys. Others just smiled and waved as they passed. And then, in the distance, coming along the street, I saw her.<br/><br/>Despite being short, she stood on in the crowd. Her electric blue tube dress clung to every contour of her slim body. Her small breasts barely moved as she bounced along, her high heels accentuating her natural wiggle, and the way her ass moved, she must have been wearing a micro string. She sailed past us without a glance, like we didn’t exist. The security guys eased their crotches in unison.<br/><br/>‘Who’s that?’ I whispered to the guy next to me.<br/><br/>‘Mia.’<br/><br/>Yes, this was the one. She needed a lesson in treating a guy with respect.’