The Mickey Katie Story
It had become something of a routine, the thing I most looked forward to every morning, a gift that kept on giving. I would wait until the front door clicked shut, before excitedly rushing from my bed like a c***d on Christmas Day. But this was not the kind of present that Santa would leave for a c***d. No, this was strictly for adults. And more importantly, she had left the present just for me, or so I liked to think. Sometimes, she made work me work hard for it. Her gift not always left in...