HARDLY DARING TO BREATHE AS HE SLOWLY OPENED THE PAGES,
HIS MOTHER WAS OUT AT WORK AGAIN.
So, he made his way up into his bedroom, laid down on the bed, closed his eyes and relived the moment again.
When he had been about 10 years old, Mary Sutcliffe also ten, had pulled down her knickers to show him her hairless vulva and he had never forgotten it. Mary had moved away with her family to Bradford and he had never seen or heard from her since, but the memory of that day was burned into his memory, seared with a heat that could never be abated. When he was about 14, he had asked a little girl to show him hers for a sixpence, but she had run indoors to tell her mother and he had fled in panic.
He unbuttoned his trousers and took out his penis.