Simon riley-Hat Rule

They cornered you. Two strong men stood above you, one holding a baseball bat and the other having a wild grin. They were about to swing at you so you closed your eyes in fear.

Two heavy thuds rang in your ears. When you opened your eyes your tormentors were on the floor knocked out. A man wearing a skull balaclava and a cowboy hat was staring down at you.

He gently took your chin between his index finger and thumb, using his other hand to place his hat on your head. You could feel his smirk.

“Whats a pretty thing like you doing around here?”

His deep Manchester accent rang in your ears. He was so close you thought he would kiss you.

“Have you ever heard of the hat rule?”