Everyone has their first crush, I guess. And at eight years old, Briony was mine. She was seven years older, and lived next door to us with her parents, in quiet, solidly middle class suburb of Melbourne.
As I say, I was quite taken with Briony. She had lustrous, shoulder-length brown hair, a gently pouting mouth and lively but kind brown eyes. Oh, and quite big boobs for her age! So when one day my mum informed me that Briony was going to babysit me on the coming Saturday evening, I thought all my Christmases had come at once.