I've never: waited at a park for an hour, waiting for a mothers attentive behaviour to cease, then taking her child and bundling it into the back of my van. I didn't then drive the four miles back to my little cottage in Wookey,and press the childs face into a gas ring, delighting in the screams of pain it brought. The next few days were not spent seeing how much pain I could enflict on the child, whilst simultaneously gaining sexual pleaure from it. Yours for adoption, Simon.