I am sure that most guys and no doubt a a few ladies too have a shed..a man/woman shed..an escapee from the travails of life and no doubt it’s full of ‘ stuff’ Good stuff that might one day be useful, old stuff Paint encrusted brushes, wood..lots of wood in the corner where the spiders lurk. Jars and cans with nuts, bolts, nails, and screws in. Even and old motorbike engine part of a project that you started in 1978. You might even have some art magazines hidden away or even a well thumbed copy of Fifty Shades of Grey, a book that really confused me..here are just a few excerpts from my copy...enjoy or add if you wish... We tried various positions - round the back, on the side, up against a wall ... but in the end we came to the conclusion the bottom of the garden was the only place for a good shed. She stood before me, trembling in my shed. "I'm yours for the night," she gasped, "You can do whatever you want with me." So I took her to McDonalds. Ever since she read THAT book, I've had to buy all kinds of ropes, chains and shackles. She still manages to get into the shed, though. "Put on this rubber suit and mask," I instructed, calmly. "Mmmm, kinky!" she purred. "Yes," I said, "You can't be too careful with all that asbestos in the shed roof." "I'm a very naughty girl," she said, biting her lip. "I need to be punished." So I invited my mum to stay for the weekend. "Are you sure you can take the pain?" she demanded, brandishing stilettos. "I think so," I gulped. "Here we go, then," she said, and showed me the receipt. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked. "When I'm done, you won't be able to sit down for weeks." She nodded. "Okay," I said, putting the three-piece suite on eBay. "Punish me!" she cried. "Make me suffer like only a real man can!" "Very well," I replied, leaving the toilet seat up. "Pleasure and pain can be experienced simultaneously," she said, gently massaging my back as we listened to her Coldplay CD.
