When Mary-Margaret was nine, the three of us rode the Central Otago Rail Trail and had a mostly wonderful time. But there was a night when our bubbly girl turned quiet.
We were enjoying drinks with a nice couple in the hotel lounge while their Kings boys and our daughter went away to entertain themselves. What emerged later was that in the quiet of the hotel room the elder boy had been doing some kind of sexual standover stuff. She had found a way to get herself out, but she had of course found it upsetting and of course this would be just the beginning of her experiences of dealing with a certain kind of young man.
There would be other boys, from other schools, but she will tell you with some vehemence that the worst would always be a certain kind of entitled Kings guy.
