My life with davedax
Copyright© 2005 by hotwetnshaved
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - just a very simple love story, no sex
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic
After the terrible events of today in London and because of the many, many e.mails I've had from all you lovely, lovely people out there, I know you'd want me to write some more about this incredible, shy, very quiet man that I feel fortunate enough to have married,
It hardly seems enough to say that as well as being a full time reservist in the Royal Ulster Constabulary and when not needed in the province, bringing three girls up on his own, he actually found time to have a life of his own.
After Dave had completed his training in Belfast, (which took two years) they decided that he wouldn't be allowed to live in the province, so they shifted him and his girls to Glasgow in Scotland.
He told me later that although he loved Glasgow and it's very special people, he encountered more religious intolerance there than he ever did in Belfast!
He was very fond of relating a story about a new years eve party he gate crashed in Glasgow, let me explain.
Many Glaswegians do not drink at all on New Years Eve until the church bells ring on the stroke of midnight, but then! Oh my God, I think it's fair to say that they partake of the odd wee drink or so!
He was half way through a two month leave from the province, he had money in his pocket, a baby sitter at home for his girls and he was rearing to go, he went into a couple of pubs in the Springburn district of Glasgow, had a drink or three and kept an ear cocked for whispers of a party.
The bar was called "McSorleys" and a big hairy guy was drinking heavily and telling loads of obscene jokes, he had the bar in stitches and once the bells had rung, he turned to Dave and said,
"Get yerself a wee carry oot and we'll find a wee party"
Dave hefted his already full carrier bag up from the floor, added a few more bottles to it and linked arms with the big fella to go in search of a party.
He told me that the big fella seemed to be quite well known which surprised Dave 'cos he said he was quite, well, windswept and interesting, was how Dave described him.
"Hey big Yin" said the guy who opened the door of the dingy tenement and ushered the party in, it was then that it dawned on our hero, although he wasn't famous at all then, he was in the company of the Scottish lunatic called Billy Connelly!
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