By the age of 12, my hormones were starting to have a big effect on my behaviour and my interest in girls was on the rise – literally. Unfortunately, I was a very shy boy in school and rather awkward when trying to even talk to members of the opposite sex, let alone achieve any hint of intimacy with them.
Nevertheless, testosterone cannot be denied and my interest eventually found a rather unhealthy outlet in my older sister. Beverley was 17 by then. She had just started a secretarial course at the local college of further education, but was still living at home.