My first exploit of note happened days after my sixteenth birthday. My lover George took me away for a weekend at Halloween. We went to a pub on Dartmoor, a proper spooky place. We had a lovely meal and spent the evening in the bar; George knew a few people there, and at about half ten, we retired to the room. It was a change to be just the two of us as my friend Angela was part of our group, and we shared George, but her...