I had always been a defensive type of girl. I was just really defensiv

I had always been a defensive type of girl. I was just really defensive and protective. If I felt somebody was about to hate on or attack me or anybody I cared for, I would get so defensive it was quite scary. I liked it though. I liked people fearing me because it made me feel superior and that nobody could touch me. For a girl, I was fairly strong. I did nothave too much muscle that made me look masculine or simply disgusting, but I did have muscle, and I knew ways of defending myself and others. I guess I decided I needed to train myself up well to be strong because once when I was little a man dragged me into the back of his van and tried to attack me. I escaped from his van thankfully with just a few cuts and bruises but that was when I knew I needed to make myself strong, to prevent anybody dragging me into their van ever again!.

I worked for the cheapest skip hire in town and I was making a decent amount of money to say the least and I was hoping to buy some motoring lessons for my older brother as a present. He loved motors, scooters, bikes, anything really. He was a real man's man, and loved anything that was boy like. When he was little he was obsessed with wrestling and he would practice it all the time. He was also obsessed with cars. His dream was to own a nice apartment in a city like New York, and have a nice flash car which he got after his motoring course. That was all he wanted from life. He wanted to live in a city like New York because he knew it was the city that never slept and it was just full of life and there would be so much to do. So much shopping, so much clubbing, so much partying and eating out and meeting new people, and plenty of girls to flash his brand newmotoring car at, and take them for a ride around the streets of the city.