My own Mother died when I was eight. For the next five years I lived with my Father. Then, when I was thirteen, my Father met another woman. After a short romance he married her and we moved in to her house. My new Step Mum had three daughters Liz who was fifteen, Jayne who was the same age as me (thirteen) and little Becky who was just eleven. When we moved in my Step Mum told me that I would be subject to the same rules as the girls and...
