New Girl At St Kats
After I left Rhodean at age 18 I spent some time back at home assessing my options. Unfortunately, one of my options was a boy of my own age called Nick. His family worked on our estate and, as kids, Nick and I used to play doctor together; he had held a candle for me but what he did with that candle is another story. It all went wrong when Mummy and Daddy came home too early one night and caught the two of us on the rug in front of the fire. Neither of us had a stitch on so there was no hope of explaining it away. In the “inquest” afterwards Mummy kept saying, “But he works with the cows”. I think she would have been quite happy if I had been screwed …