It begins when I was 11 years old and I just finished junior school and was waiting to start my first year at senior school.

It started off just by chance meeting.

He was already working for a guy called William Goad.

Apparently this guy was a multi-millionaire.

And a lot of the first pound shops when they came out in the 80s, early 80s.

And he had lots of young boys working for him at that time.

And he was looking for boys to help out in his warehouse unload lorries

and we'll be interested in doing it so he took me into the stock room and there was two chairs

just like we're opposite each other and now and he asked me to sit down and said he needed to speak to me

about something.

And still didn't cotton then and I said, what do you mean extras?

And then he did it again.

And then he did it again, and then he did it again, and again, and again.

Sometimes three times a week.

He basically held me down on the bed and tried to for him. I didn't know what it was at the time or what he was doing.

It developed from there

into crossing my legs over tight

and then smothering me in baby lotion

and simulating between my legs.

Did we get this my legs. He knew that I was going to tell the whole story

about everything he did, the blackmail, the coercion,

the threats, everything else that, the procurement of all the other boys.

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