I'd sneak out to meet him in the middle of the night, still in my PJs. My parents had no idea… As a mother myself, I was sickened. The twisted memories tormented me It started with an innocent question in an Internet chatroom: Age, sex, location? a man asked.
It was August 2003, and chatrooms were popular, so it didn’t seem odd that a bloke was striking up a conversation.
Christine, 15, Hampshire, I typed back.
We got chatting.
His name was Andy, he was a radio DJ from Portsmouth, and when I said I liked music, he offered to mix me a CD of my fave songs.
Great, thanks! I replied.
Andy sounded cool, exciting, So, a week later, I nervously met him in a local car park after…
