He was into bondage and role playing, and he was all of thirteen years old. I was eleven. It was the summer holidays, and he was staying with his uncle next door. We played in his uncle’s garden which was overgrown and ideal for games of cowboys and Indians. You can see how sophisticated we were. He was cowboy, I with my long dark plaits was Indian. We would rush round whooping and hollering, then he would catch me and tie me to the washing line post. Passionate kissing followed (although no tongues). Then he would release me and we would start again. Sometimes though we just lay in the grass or kissed propped up against the wall, or in the 'entry' that ran between the two houses. Six weeks there was of this delight. And almost the best part was that he cared only for me, and no matter what my sister did, he just wasn’t interested. Ha!