Eddie was the caretaker, I remember with a giggle, he really took care of me! Mum and Dad were very busy people, not bad parents just busy, I was left very much to my own devices. I was a romantic child and played many games of families with my dolls and bears...enter Eddie.

He started work for my parents when I was seven, his interest in me, well, I suppose it would have been obvious had I been a little older. Of course I didn't understand much, he played it very slowly, I see in retrospect, at first he would ask me to help him hold something while he worked on the boiler or some other bit of equipment, I see now he did everything he could to be laying or kneeling so he was looking up my dress at my underwear.

I don't know if I was aware or not, but I used to get a real queazy, tingly feeling when I was around him, almost like I knew there was something naughty about him, and the excitement was a real magnet, and I remember wanting to be with him, I would follow him around, and if my parents noticed, which was not often, they would tell me not to get in Eddies way, or tell him to tell me to get lost, I remember Eddie, the dirty bugger, would say that it was alright and that I was his assistant, that always made me feel grown up.

He seemed to be there as I grew up, I saw more of him than my parents, he was kind but very insistent, when he wanted to try a new thing he swore me to secrecy, and I obeyed his every command, he could get quite violent, but gradually as I got used to one thing he would try another.

Looking up my dress, was his first best thing, if I wore jeans he would send me back to the flat with instructions to put a dress or skirt on, he would allow shorts, but he preferred the ones with loose legs, of course I see why now, easy access to roaming hands, but then I was young and innocent, learning fast.

Once I left my knickers off, to excite him, he got mad, he liked to see me in underwear, he would pull it aside or down to my knees, that day he used a piece of copper pipe on my back and bottom over my clothes, he said that was so the marks on my body wouldn't show too much, he said that I would have to be careful to hide them from my mum, he said stuff like I don't like hurting you but its for your own good and that I would learn from it. I hated it at first but in time I got to need it, sometimes even making him mad, so he would do things to hurt me, I suppose it was attention seeking, but I got such a thrill when he said those words, come here Jenny, you've been naughty'

When he was really busy working he would get me to sit against a wall with my knees pulled up so every now and then he could look over and get a good look at my knickers, I got expert at showing him what he wanted. ......(cont)