Dame liked knives – that’s how I knew she was different.  And her curves were dynamite, just waiting to go off.  I could hear the timer ticking away in my head. Tall, blonde, blue eyes.  She was none of those things, but tell her that any of that made her less of a woman, and she’d give you an Enzo Angiolini enema.  Not one of those half-inch pump deals either. …