Good Morning,
Oh My God I went cold when I read this.
I was contacted a while back by a 'Mr Ward' who wanted me to spend a few days with him. After many phone calls back and forth I agreed to meet.
I travelled quite a long way - by train at my expense to meet this man. Obviously my fee reflected. He met me at the train station and I got some of the money up front - to cover my arse until he had money 'Transferred from his ISA into his everyday account'. This was on a Sunday so I could understand that he wasn't able to withdraw the relevant ammount for my entire stay.
We stayed in this Tacky B+B in the middle of a field (literally) and the alarm bells started ringing loud and clear in my mind. We did what us ladies do best
and then went to the adjoining bar/restaurant to finish the evening. He drank a fair bit, I stuck to orange juice as I knew I had to have my wits about me with this guy.
The next day, at my insistance we went to the nearest big town so that he could withdraw the rest of the cash and so I could deposit it in my account. Guess what? There was a problem and the money was going to take until Wednesday to get into his account. I wasn't a happy bunny at all, telling him that money is required up front and I didn't accept his crap story about transfers etc...
He took me back to the B+B, I had my laptop with me and searched for trains to get me back home that night. He refused to drive me to the nearest town, instead taking me to a tiny train station in the middle of nowhere. Whilst waiting for the train I had a massive argument with him. He told me he was disgusted that I never even offered to buy him a drink in the bar the night before, at which point I told him that it wasn't a date! I was there on a job, and that doesn't include buying drinks for clients!
He went all quiet then, while I continued to wipe the floor with the big, ugly, fat piece of sh*t. He even has sweaty hands - cold and clammy. Yes you know the type I'm talking about.....lol
It ended up taking me hours to get home, and I was really down about it. I know I should have reported it to somebody but I didn't want to draw any attention to myself, so just decided to take it on th chin and to never be so stupid again.
This is a warning to us all. As well as dangerous people, there are those who think they're entitled to rip us off. He targets ladies who he thinks are new to the business.
This man is really really Fat, short and is blad. Is it the same one who duped you? I'm going to dig out some records that I (hope I) kept and will put the details on here if I find them. He claims to be a Solicitor or Barrister so you're not in doubt that he has money.
Just to lighten up this post a bit, I have to tell you what happened while we were in the bedroom.
I was, erm, getting busy and the next thing he leaned over and this huge belly slapped me on the side of my head and I had to fight my way out of it! The guys stomach was so big that it nearly suffocated me! You know the advert - Belly's gonna get ya? Well ladies and Gents, Belly got me!!!
I have to say that I don't have any problem with age, size, race or anything else like that but in this instance I do have a problem. I was ripped off and if that wasn't enough, nearly killed by a gut.
So beware of this man. Calls himself Edward, Mr Ward among other things. If anybody does know where he is, I'd definately like to turn up on his doorstep and make a scene. What a wanker.
Love Alex xxx