Big Bad Wolf or how I learned to Love my Rapist
big bad wolf big bad wolf(or how I learned to love my rapist) In 1997 I was renting a house in north london, it was a mid-terrace and the walls were paper thin and the decor hadn't been touched since the seventies but the rent was cheap and I liked it, even if it meant turning the gas fire up on all four orange bars to heat the little place up in winter. It was set in a quiet cul-de-sac that lay behind a busy main road that was dotted with shops and had three local pubs. It was okay. I...