When I was a teenager (many years ago) I spent a hell of a lot of time around my best friends house. His mother (Cara) had given birth to him at about 16, so when I first met her she was in her late twenties. Over many years we became very friendly and she was constantly on my mind throughout puberty. I was an early bloomer and grew tall early (6’2 at 15) and for about a year she would constantly bring up my size, and not just my height. She was one of those ‘cool mums’ who was cool with you drinking, and would even buy us booze and drink with us. We used to flirt all the time, but always in a friendly innocent way…… until a certain party. It was her son’s 17th birthday and she had thrown him a house party. Plenty of booze, plenty of people, and it was going great.