I’m sure I’m not the only person who hides such a guilty secret, and I’m equally sure that anyone in my position would guard it as ferociously as I do.
Yeah, I know the feeling. When I have a guilty secret to hide, the first thing that I do is to write a long piece about it in a national newspaper...
Once, sometimes twice, a month I meet up with Justin, a 36-year-old divorcé. We go out for a meal and maybe to a club before spending the night in a hotel. I am a divorced mum and work part time to spend as much time as I can with my four children. Justin also has four children. But what differentiates our dates from the norm is that I pay for Justin’s company, including having sex with him.
Well, this lassie will be over-joyed at the proposal to criminalise the buyers of sexual services, eh?