'Is this Visa? Yes, I have a JAIMIE MARTIN here. Yes JAMIE MARTIN IS BUYING CUTE SEXY PANTIES, he says they are for his girlfriend. Yes I know, that's the oldest line in the book. You should just see him though, he looks like such a little sissy-fag. Oh who knows, he probably wants to wear them while he sucks a real man's cock. I wouldn't be surprised if that little sissy ass of his wasn't filled with semen as we speak. So anyway, can I clear THIS LITTLE SISSY BITCH to buy her little sissy panties? Uh-huh? Uh-huh. Ohhh, yessss . . . oh that's a great idea. Sure I'll do it, it sounds like fun. You do this all the time you say, and you never get in trouble for it? Well ok then, sure. You need to talk to him first though, right? Right, I thought so.' The sales-girl looked at me, flashing a wicked grin.

'They need to talk to you about this charge I think.' I grabbed the receiver filled with dread, not knowing what to expect. I could hear all the VISA clerks in the room, it was obvious they had me on speaker phone.