So I left you at the end of 2002 with my world changing.

This is the hardest thing I have ever had to write. Clients who know me and ask know the truth. The truth is what has made me this confident person. I am so secure in my own sexuality so please don't pity me. If I had my time again, I doubt I would change it, rather me than someone weaker. You only really value your life when you think it is the end.

Five years on, that time of year again and a million other factors are making me tell you my story. I think I am finally ready to tell it all, I want to tell it, I have heard the whispers over the years, and the nice guy that put it in my review. I do talk about this to the press, all to create awareness, if it can protect just one other person then I have changed one life.

I had to explain the above first because, well, your opinion on me will change right after reading and digesting this.

In late 2002 I was out clubbing, on a rare night off, with some friends. I was the only one not drinking, very unlike me, but due to the marathon training and slimming down I was a tee-totaller. We used to always watch out for each other and travel in pairs. The other half of my pair that night was a very paraletic male friend. I was in a club where I knew all the door staff so felt safe as safe could be.

I wont go in to all the graphic details but the short version is, my drink was spiked, everyone just thought I was drunk. Thinking I was drunk my friends let me leave the club. I don't need to tell you what happened, I think you can work that part out for yourself.

The police were involved, and sadly they were terrible. I went back to work, but working in a mainly all male environment, you can imagine something like that not going down too well. The police spoke to my boss and explained that my attacker was more than likely known to myself. The eye witnesses all stressed that they thought I knew the person but no-one knew who this person was. After months of being dragged back and forth to the police units it all began to take its toll at work. When my contract was up for renewal they just closed the door in my face.

I had to hit absolute rock bottom before I could even begin to imagine crawling back up again. Rock bottom is a hard place to find, you think you are there but then you are not, there is that little further to go. Mine was friends not knowing how to cope and instead turning their backs.

When I was ready to start fighting for survival the Gulf war had kicked off again. The job market was tough and I started temping for appalling money. The magazine adverts from a few months previously starting looking tempting again.

Over time I rang a few more numbers. It was meeting Silk and Lace, god they were awful, if
I was a client I would sue under the "misdescription act", certainly not what they said on the phone. 20 yr old meant 40. Blonde meant brunette, slim meant heffa, anyway it was Silk and Lace that made me decide that I wanted a proper environment with proper security measures before I entered this industry. Just talking to the girls there, god they were awful. But it did make my mind up. A few calls later and I arranged to meet Stansted Escorts.