ONE HUNDRED FORTY-THREE
The Flight of Chloe McMurderess cont.
It was the last time I ever saw Jim Maddison, my parole supervising officer or offender manager to give him his correct title.
To be fair, he has not been bad. If you have to have a parole officer, he was as good as you are going to get. He was always polite, never judgemental and I have to say he was a good influence on me, exhorting me to turn my life around, to act positively and stop killing people. Well no, he did not actually say that, but he did warn me against losing my rag if provoked because I would always be judged by my red-rag rage attack when my arse and p***y were groped in a pub. OK, the groper did not quite get his hand on my p***y but it was too close for comfort, only an inch or two away and creeping higher
