The fact that she was strictly out of bounds added greatly to the mystery and the longing.
All the boys were in love with Judith, but she and I had a special connection, or so I surmised from her flirty glances.
Like many boarding school boys forcibly removed from their mother at an early age, I tended to place women on unfeasibly high pedestals.
With her statuesque figure and alabaster skin, Judith wouldn’t have looked out of place atop a Doric column.
She had luscious hair like Agnetha, the blonde singer from Abba, and a smile that could floor a pubescent boy from a hundred paces.
But it wasn’t just her dreamy looks that had me hypnotised.