I must be a very bad man. See, I read the following phrase in Louise Welsh’s rather entertaining new novel recently:
… the men and women hanging round King’s Cross with a kind word and the offer of a bed for the night to runaways they would soon put to work…
… and my mind jumped to all sorts of abusive ways in which the girls concerned would be made to earn a living.
Working as maids, obviously. Secretaries, maybe. Factory workers, even.
Why, what did you think? Honestly. Damned perverts, reading my blog.