Owned and Bred
'When we meet, that's it, you're mine. And then I'm going to fuck ya and breed ya.' So said Conor at the end of the last phone message before I traveled to Dublin to meet him. For the first time. Though I had known him for years in Internet chat rooms and numerous phone calls. But no, we had never met. I had tried to - on two occasions. I had booked an hotel room in the city centre and he couldn't wait to see me and again he had said the same thing. 'When we meet, that's it, you're mine. And...