Her, fourteen and innocent and naeive. Him twenty-one with flowing locks of golden hair and a deep resonant voice. A deep crystal clear delivery of Shakespeare. A funny bit to make her giggle like the schoolgirl she was. Or a raunchy doggerel from Early or Middle English
A carrio, a carrio
Hee hi mee ad io
Bring the maiden to the well
Let her drink well well well
and so on and so forth each line getting smuttier and smuttier until I don't think myself and Becca, or Rebecca as he called her, knew what he was saying. But he did.
It is awful now to fully realise that it was me who brought them together.