Like any mother who has been raped for the first time by her adolescent son, I was traumatised.

My mind was ablaze with anger and shame. And how was I to prevent it happening again!

Initially I’d shut myself in my room with the hours passing nervously, yet when I did eventually emerge to face up to Guy, I found just a note he’d left me?

It told me he had flown off to his pal Ralph at the Manor: ‘to think things through’. Strangely his message relaxed me; because It showed Guy had felt shaken by events also.

I’d had sex with my own son! Yet oddly enough, the following day I somehow began feeling the events had ended a long period of emotional isolation for me? I felt more empathetic over Guy’s passion for me? He’d said that unlike a ‘town girl’ I was ‘special to him’. Surely that was worth something?

And then later that day, out of the blue, I had an unexpected phone call that set my hopes ablaze with hope and excitement!

It was from Iris Carlton-Hawes of Carlton Manor? She sounded so friendly and apart from my brief appreciative agreements this is what she had to say -:

“Hello Mrs Dale - Guy asked if I would let you know that he’s OK; but he’s really missing you.

He’s been worried over the scrap you had together last week, although he hasn’t said what it was? But I know adolescent lads do get worked up over things don’t they.

When together here Guy and Ralph share their ‘toys’ together almost like brothers; coming of age together as it were.