At this time, my sister, who was two years younger than myself, was hospitalised in Leeds General Infirmary. My parents visited every day and on one occasion they took me with them, sitting around the bed with the curtains drawn closed we chatted for a while, then the consultant and his entourage arrived, they were pleased to see my parents and wanted to have a meeting with them, I remained with my sister and they all left into a side room on the ward.

A few seconds later, a strange, tall gentleman with white hair peeped around the closed curtain, seeing we were alone, he walked in and started to chat to us, he was wearing a white doctors coat and stethoscope, but had brightly coloured trousers underneath and gold shoes. He was carrying a box of Kentucky Fried Chicken, he climbed onto the bed next to my sister, unsure who he was, or what he wanted, we expressed caution however he was funny and friendly.

He was sorry my sister was in hospital and pretended to listen to my her chest and abdomen with the stethoscope. He then offered us both a piece of chicken from the box, as we started to eat, we agreed, we had never tasted food like this before. We asked where he had bought the chicken and he described the local Kentucky Chicken shop; we both knew where it was, and I went on to say that the best conker trees I knew were near the shop.

He started to speak to us about what our hobbies and interests were, mine at the time was collecting conkers, he said he would like to go with me, and I recollect thinking he would be able to reach the ones I could not. He asked if I knew where the nurses lived, and I replied in houses. He asked if I wanted to go with him to see where the nurses lived here in the hospital and I replied that I thought they lived in houses, but he was insistent and produced a bunch of keys he claimed were for their rooms.

I declined to go with him, however the chicken had enticed me, he then said that if I met him outside Kentucky Chicken that evening, he would buy me some more, he put his finger against his nose and winked saying, he would also have something else I would like, I asked him for details and he simply said it would be a surprise.

The curtains were pulled back and the consultant along with his entourage and my parents were back wanting to speak to my sister, they took one look at the man with white hair and he jumped off the bed and put his arms around two of the females in the group, it was obvious the group knew him.

I went out later that day on the premise of going conker hunting, however I went to the Kentucky Fried Chicken shop, when I arrived, there were a few people waiting for chicken and more eating chicken in the street, then a few minutes later the man arrived, he was no longer wearing the white doctors coat but still had the gold shoes on.

He was greeted by several people and then recognised me, wait here a minute, he said, I will get some chicken and he went into the shop. He returned with a box and led me up a side street to where his car was parked, he opened the back door making some comment about getting inside before it rained, He climbed into the back seat and I climbed in beside him, I was surprised to see a girl I estimated to be fifteen already in the back seat sitting the other side of the man, she was wearing a hospital night gown which I recognised as I had seen my sister in one. The girl did not speak a word, she seemed to know what was going to happen next. He said that she was my surprise he thought I would like, and opened the box of chicken, there were two pieces inside he offered her the first choice, to my dismay, she took the largest piece, he then passed me the box and I took the other.

Whilst eating the chicken, it struck me that it was even nicer when it was hot, I looked over and the man had pulled up the girls’ clothing exposing her knickers, he had a hand inside them touching her. Within minutes he turned to me and told me to kneel on the floor of the car, he then took slipped down my trousers as they were two sizes too large for me. He then assaulted me and the girl with one hand each. At the climax, he had bent over and taken my penis into his mouth, he then turned to the girl and kissed her, with my ejaculate still in his mouth.

Suddenly it was all over, and I was out on the pavement watching the car drive away. I could not believe what had just happened, but I knew one thing, I had enjoyed it.

Over the next week or so, every passage from the bible and every church meeting seemed to be themed on the sin of fornication, homosexuality, sex out of wedlock and the story of Sodom and Gomorrah. I felt that God was trying to provide me with the second sex lesson in my life and that everything I had done was irreprehensible.

I was torn, I had really enjoyed my sexual awakening and could not stop thinking about it, finally I determined that I would start to hang around outside the Kentucky Chicken shop and see if I could meet this man again.

After what seemed like weeks, he arrived at the chicken shop, this time very smartly dressed, he saw me and tried to ignore me, talking instead to other people outside the shop. He then went inside, returning with a box, he looked at me and asked if I wanted some more chicken.

I went with him to where he had parked the car and climbed into the back as before, however, the girl was not there, he climbed into the front and drove the car whilst I took my chance to eat the largest of the two pieces of chicken. We arrived and parked next to a building with twin round topped doors and round topped windows either side. I was not sure at the time, but I now believe this building was the chapel in the grounds of St James’s Hospital. He said wait here for me and left me in the car.

He returned with the girl I had met in the previous encounter and once again we took up the back seat of his car, she was wearing the same hospital nightgown, but this time had no shoes on, much the same happened only this time he placed my hand on the girl’s crotch which increased my arousal and the meeting ended when he once again kissed the girl.

He took the girl from the car and returned later alone. He drove me back heading for the chicken shop, but I asked him to drop me nearer to home. When we stopped, he suddenly turned around and spoke to me saying that I should not try to meet him ever again, and that if he saw me again, I would regret it, he made it very clear that there would not be a third “surprise”.

Months passed and I could not forget the encounter and the surprise, however I was regretting my actions, lying to my parents, meeting a stranger, having sex outside marriage, having homosexual sex, and assaulting a young girl who I did not know.

One day, I went with my sister and parents to Leeds General Infirmary to meet the consultant, in the meeting, the consultant wanted my sister to remove her clothes for examination, so I was told to meet up with them again later outside the hospital front door.

Walking down a few corridors I realised I was lost, and I bumped into the man again, he was wearing the white coat again and was pushing a trolley with a patient on it. I asked him to show me the way out of the hospital and he agreed, but only if I helped him to push the trolley first.

We went down some corridors, through several sets of doors and then waited for a lift, when it arrived, we pushed the trolley inside and the doors closed behind us, at that, the man uncovered the woman on the trolley, she was about the same age as my mother I thought, however, I was shocked to see she was dead.

He started to fondle her breasts and kissed her on the mouth, when he stood up, her mouth has open and he closed it with his fingers, looking up at me he gestured that I should do the same, he said something along the lines of “I like them like this, they don’t complain”. I was shocked into silence and stood as if fixed to the spot, the lift stopped, and he threw the sheet back over the woman and we continued along several more corridors until he told me to wait for him.

I watched as he went through some more doors where he returned a few minutes later without the trolley. We set off to find the exit as he had promised, however just as I could see the doors, he pulled me away and down a few steps of a small staircase, he grabbed hold of me by the left testicle and squeezed so hard I could not make a sound and thought I was going to black out, this is what I will do to you if you tell anyone about this and if I ever see you again, he said.

He let go and walked down the stairs and was gone, I collapsed onto my knees in agony and after several minutes I managed to hobble to the exit and met my sibling and parents. What has happened, said my mother, and I lied to her, I said I had encountered the school bully who had kicked me in the groin.

I was unable to walk so my father put an arm around me and half carried me home. I was unfit for school for a few days and for weeks afterwards, I passed blood and clots and tissue every time I urinated. However, I was too scared to tell anyone what had really happened, as that would mean admitting to breaking numerous rules and would likely get me into serious trouble.