Free Honour of the Line by Brian Darley

may be your teacher but I also regard myself as your friend”. I said thanks and we walked to the class together. The whistle had gone and the boys were already in class. When the girls came into the class Angela winked as she walked by and my willy started to grow.
    The following night I rushed to the hut to meet Angela and tell her my news. She was so excited but also showed a slight tinge of sadness as I could be moving way up the country. We then got down to snogging and she told me at certain times of the month parts of her body were out of bounds. I put two and two together and came up with five. Nobody ever told us anything. Sex education did not exist. Teenagers learnt by their mistakes. She then told me how one of her Dad’s Army colleagues had made her do things when he once visited. Angela hated him so much, she had never told anyone except Jill, with whom he had also tried his luck but Jill was older and wiser than her little sister and stopped his advances. This horrible man had been accidentally killed during exercises in the Army. Good riddance I thought. Angela said she had never kissed a boy before and she was finding these new times fun, exciting, very special and a bit naughty.

C HAPTER 17
Growing Up too Fast
    On one particular Saturday our Town’s football team were playing away from home against their most distant rivals, and although I had no County or District match, Grandad and I decided not to go as it would mean returning home very late. So, instead, we decided to go and watch the 2 nd team play, which meant Angela and I could go to the pictures. Angela and I were starting to feel more confident by the day and would sit together on the buses and trains wherever we travelled. We also held hands when in our neighbouring town and would only let go should we think somebody we knew was approaching. Week by week this presented a bigger risk as more and more families were suddenly getting cars and less and less men were working on Saturday mornings as wages and standards of living started to rapidly improve.
    On this particular day we even sneaked a goodbye kiss behind some shop in town before going our separate ways. I could see Angela fade into the distance as she headed for the Arches before I made an about turn and headed for the record shop, which was splendidly named Rhythms. Insufficient funds in my pocket meant that I couldn’t afford a single from the Hit Parade but luckily they always had a selection of deleted singles for two shillings and sixpence. That’s twelve and a half pence in today’s money. I felt a tap on my shoulder and when I turned round I was astounded to see it was the lass from Woollies who asked jokingly if the records she sold weren’t good enough. Smiling I said “no offence” and fortunately she agreed that the proper ones were somewhat superior which was also the reason for her being in a proper record shop. Her dinner hour had just started so she suggested we share a cup of tea in the town cafe. This cafe was nowhere near as grand as the Remo where I had been taken by the football Manager, no waitress service here, you just ordered at the counter and were given a cloakroom ticket with a number on it. When your number was called out you made a sign or said yes and you were served by the tea lady. One of the major problems with a system such as this was that you always got some idiot who would call out when it wasn’t his number just to try and impress the girl. Needless to say it rarely worked. Two stuck up pompous idiots from the posh side of town were trying to impress everybody, bragging out loud and messing the tea girl about. They impressed nobody at all. We sat there making light conversation and she asked me what work I intended to do once my schooling was over. Trying to play things down I said “I may move away as I have the chance of a job elsewhere”, but I was shy and didn’t want to elaborate. As we got up to leave one of the posh gits tugged her