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REAL LIFE LIKE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE

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Frankie Inglis was convicted of murder after injecting her son with a lethal dose of heroin. An accident had left him in a vegetative state and she claimed she wanted to end his suffering. Do you think it was right that she was jailed for murder?




Kinky lover was a psycho!

Her kinky lover was a psycho!

Saturday 12th July 2008

Becky Smith, 23, from Blackpool, hated dressing up in sexy outfits for her man. But his kinky desires were the least of her problems

I'd cooked the tea, washed up, bathed my little girls, Nicole, 3, and Imogene, 1, and put them to bed. And that was on top of an eight-hour shift at the tanning salon. All I wanted to do was collapse on the settee and watch telly.

But no sooner had I made myself a cuppa and put my feet up, than my boyfriend, Nick Marsh, 34, appeared, with a little black carrier bag and a naughty grin.
'I've bought you a little something,' he winked.
My heart sank.

It was November 2006, and it had been the same for most of the six months we'd been together.
'What do you think?' Nick said as he held up the flimsy, white, lace negligée and raised his eyebrows. You should know, I thought. You've already bought it for me in pink and black.

Things had really changed since I'd first started seeing Nick.I hadn't even been looking for a new bloke when we'd met in a club in April. I enjoyed my life with Nicole and Imogene.
But on a night out with my mates at Rumours Bar in Blackpool, I spotted Nick, who was a regular at the salon. He was a fit bloke and always looked good, so when he made a beeline for me across the bar, I let him buy me a drink. By the end of the night, he'd charmed me. Maybe a bit of romance would be nice after all, I thought.

On our first date, he brought me flowers, took me to an Italian restaurant and was a complete gentleman. Soon, we became an item. Nick owned a garage with his dad, and he wowed me with his generosity. Two months after we got together, he pulled up at my house in a Vauxhall Astra.
'Because your car keeps breaking down,' he smiled.
A few months later, he replaced it again, then again, this time for
a silver Fiat Punto.

He bought a bike for Nicole and toys for Imogene. My mum, Irene, 49, thought the sun shone out of his you know what.
'That one's a keeper,' she said.
I could see why she would think everything was perfect. Everyone did. But she didn't know what went on behind closed doors. Especially the bedroom door....

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