Teatime Terry

I always fancied the boy next door. Terry was good looking but really quite shy. Occasionally he came round to our house for tea with his mother. The mums would send us off into my bedroom so they 'could chat'. That was great as from age 12, I'd fancied him, but excruciatingly embarrassing because he'd hardly say or do anything and seemed relieved when his mother called him to go.

This may sound odd, but I don't think the mums saw us both getting bigger. One day, Terry was very big and strangely assertive. After that I really got bigger!