‘Nothing could dull the pain, and she took it out on herself ’ Waking up on the coach, I could hear my daughter Kayley crying.
‘What’s wrong?’ my sister Glenda, then 53, asked.
‘This man keeps touching me,’ Kayley sobbed, cowering from the passenger beside her.
‘What?’ I cried, incensed.
It was September 2000.
Glenda, me, my girls Kayley, 10, and Jayde, 9, and Glenda’s son Steven, 14, were on a coach back from the Pyramids to our ship. It was part of an Egyptian cruise.
‘How dare you?!’ Glenda raged at the man, grabbing Kayley and sitting her next to Steven.
Kayley had been in the seat across the aisle from me, next to a 50-something man. He’d come across as a polite, British tourist - not a filthy…
