One thing I did forget to mention was that my parents were in the process of buying a house across the road from my grandparents, 15 doors down from where Len and Janice lived, and a short walk to Middies. It had always been my dad's intention to return to his routes only he could never afford to buy his own house. It came at a time when my grandparents' health was failing, which served as a further motivation for dad to buy the house. We moved in mid-October 1975.

The once a month proposition by Len failed to materialise. We began seeing each other at least once a fortnight. We became lovers. It wasn't intended to be like that, but I fell head over heels in love with him. I was cheating on John, but the fact Len was cheating on his wife seemed to cancel it out. The difference being, however, was that Len's wife, Janice, knew about me and Len, John did not. I am certain she didn't know about the sex though.

The seedy nightclub became our haven, the only place where we were able to get properly intimate. We did venture into other pubs and clubs, away from our local Working Men's Club, and in and around the housing estate, but it wasn't without its problems. The estate boasted four social clubs and one pub. Being that the estate's population was a little over 3000, wherever we went we sure to bump into someone we knew. What made matters worse, was that we were unable to keep our hands off each other. Not to the extent of Len's fingers drifting inside my pussy, as we did in the nightclub, more holding hands or the stroking of thighs.

As Autumn closed in, outdoor sex became less frequent. I sorely wanted Len's cock inside me, but the cold damp ground made it impossible, so the seedy nightclub became our only place of any substance.

We frequented the seedy nightclub once every couple of weeks without any issues. 29th November 1975 saw a change in dynamics. I was with Len in our usual seats. It was my period week, I had been spotting during the day but knew Len wouldn't touch me if I was 'on'. I loved being played with in the nightclub, so I risked it and I decided not to wear a tampon, hoping Len wouldn't notice. We were kissing and soon his fingers were on my pussy. I was a lot drier and swollen when menstruating. This was at the back of my mind when Len dug deep with his fingers. I dreaded him withdrawing them and seeing blood being on his fingers.  I needed to be kissed when he played with me or the very least his head shielding me from the outside world.

I was totally oblivious to what was going on around me ...then suddenly a voice. "Put her down, she's only 14". It was a guy from Middies. His name was Vinny. I didn't know him personally, only to say hello. Another guy, Frank, who was crouched, seemingly leering under the table, stood with a wry smile, "I can smell the fucking cunt juices from here", he looked at me mischievously, "I bet you carry a fucking dildo in that bag, don't ya?". I was that embarrassed I didn't know what to do or say. Len, equally embarrassed, set about explaining who I was. Vin looked at me in a disapproving way, "Aye, I know who she is".  Frank plonked himself down next to me. He leant over me and put his hand under my skirt, "Do you like your little baby minge being fingered?". I opened my legs as his hand pressed against the tops of my thighs. For the life of me I don't know why I opened my legs, I just did. He forced his hand inside the top of my knickers and shoved his fingers into my hole. He withdrew his fingers as quickly as he poked them in and made a show of smelling them, "Don't ya just love the smell of young pussy?". He held his fingers up to Vin, who promptly pushed them away. I did notice a speck of blood and held my breath. "Come on, you've had your fun, let's leave these two love birds alone", Vin said to Frank.  The whole episode, from start to finish, took less than a few seconds. 

I had hoped to see Frank again in the seedy nightclub. My wish didn't arrive until just before Christmas 1975. He was standing at the bar with another guy. I smiled at him as Len and I passed but he looked right through me as if he didn't recognise me. Being Christmas, the nightclub was busier than usual. Len and I had to sit away from our usual place but that didn't prevent us engaging in our usual practice of him fingering me until I climaxed, and even then, I kept on peering across at Frank.

I was knocking back the vodka and orange like it was going out of fashion, getting very drunk. I wasn't the only one as Frank's behaviour was perpetually becoming more raucous. I had an idea to dance close to where Frank was standing. I got to my feet and asked Len if he would dance with me. He grabbed hold of my hand and insisted I sit down like I was an exuberant child. I wasn't going to be talked down to and pulled away. I joined a group of old slappers, 40ish in age, hard looking like they've been around the block hundreds of times and still travelling. They looked on me favourably, but it wasn't them I was trying to impress. It took a while before I got Frank's attention. He studied me for a moment but that's all he did. After the song finished, I returned to my seat, somewhat disheartened. Len was still peeved at me for disobeying him and prompted me to finish my drink so we could go home. I protested as it was only 1am and we didn't usually leave until gone 2. He said I was drunk and reminded me that I was only 16 and my parents trusted him to keep an eye on me. He must have conveniently forgot that less than 60 minutes ago his fingers were twisting around in this 16-year-old's pussy. I needed to pee and on my way to the toilet my hand was snatched. It was Frank, alongside three other guys. "This one likes her little fanny poked, don't ya?". It happened so fast. I didn't know what to say...but then if I was expecting it, I still wouldn't have known what to say . "Let's have a butchers", said Frank, and proceeded to shamelessly lift my dress. It was quite the conundrum for me. I figured if I stopped him in his stride, I would risk losing his interest, if I didn't, I'd be exposed to three uncouth looking guys, not to mention who else had an unobstructed view. Valour, however, came with over half-a-dozen vodka and oranges. Frank went on to pull down the tops of my knickers, showing his friend my intimate jewel...and silly me let him. They all had a good look before one of the guys said to Frank, "You're not fucking right in the head you". Frank let go and left me standing, feeling like a lemon, whist he joked with his friends. Seemingly he had finished with me and so I continued on to the lady's room.