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CHP 1 -- IN WHICH MICKY BUYS SOME DIRTY KNICKERS FROM ROSY.

My name is Micky Feather. I have recently completed fifty revolutions of the solar system. I am a long-time divorcee, with a distant son, and severely aged parents. I work nights as a security guard in a biscuit factory. When not guarding biscuits, I pass the time watching television with a small black cat in a one bedroom apartment block overlooking a motorway. But then this happened.

Early one night, during the first of my many lone patrols through the odious oat smelling factory, whilst vaping into an extractor fan in the corner of the darkened R