I wanted to leave, didn’t know how. Then fate stepped in... Flirting with the boys in class, my friends seemed to know just what to say. I wasn’t so confident at 14, naive even.
I’d never held a boy’s hand, let alone kissed one.
With no father figure on the scene, I was shy.
But that’s when my mate Vicky had an idea.
In January 2005, we met up with two men for a drive.
Sitting in the back of their car as we zipped around town, I felt nervous being around Seth, 20, and his mate, Rob, 21.
They were tall and strapping, seemed so much older.
I didn’t know what to say or where to look.
Seth did, though. Confident, smooth-talking.
‘What’s a pretty girl like you doing…
