195 The boy
195 The boy. Well in 1959 he was 13, hormone’s ramping, lived in a 2 up 2 down terrace in a seaside town, father a baker`s rounds-man, mother having died at his birth, step mother, older than most mums and thought in the greater family to be frigid, not a sexual soul, father always deprived. Not that she was not a loving wife and mother, kept the home well, cleaned within an inch of its life, wonderful with the little money in the house, a great cook, and an all-round good wife generally, just...