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you see,' he said.
    'Ohhh...' I groaned.
    'I see you know the man.' His whole face lit up like a smug fat light bulb. 'Good stuff, good stuff.
    And would you be able, perhaps, to talk about the incident I might be referring to?'
    When he suddenly kissed me?' I asked.
    He sucked air through his teeth. 'I'm not interested in your private life, Mrs Williams. But I do want to know about your husband's reaction...' He attempted a delicate cough. It was all a bit pantomime, if you ask me. But underneath it all, sharp white teeth. He edged a little nearer, hitched up his lips flashed a bit more gum.
    I decided to play it dead straight. 'Oh, what when Rhys lamped him one? Too bloody right! What would you have done, Tony?'
    Constable Brown managed an actual not-for-me-to-say harrumph.
    'Oh, come on.' I warmed up. 'He was livid! And the boy deserved a smack! He just launched himself on me as Rhys walked in. What would you do if you found your wife snogging another man...?'
    He looked like he was considering my words, carefully and interestedly. Indeed, indeed. Tricky. It is a delicate situation. Poor Davydd is a nice enough lad, but a bit troubled... But I was very keen to seek you out. To get your side of the story. To meet the woman who could drive him to such extremes of passion, you might say. You're quite the Helen of our fair Parish, Mrs Williams, really you are. Quite the floater of boats! What a treat for the eyes!' He laughed his jolly little laugh and squinted at me.
    I tried to read what was going on behind his eyes, but not well enough. 'Poor Davydd is somewhat shamefaced about his actions, obviously, and I'm sure we all think it would be a shame if this went any further. A dreadful shame.' He smiled a big smile. All friends together.
    'So he's not pressing charges?'
    'Oh, I didn't say that, now,' huffed Constable Brown, all outraged dignity. 'I just said...' He slowed down, and looked at me, then glanced across at Anwen. 'Is she yours?' he asked, suddenly.
    I was a bit startled. 'Yes! Of course she is!'
    'The local celebrity, she is.' He sucked his teeth.
    'Forgive me, Mrs Williams. Gwen. Stupid thing to say. But it's nice to know. And a pleasure to meet her mother. A real treat.' His voice dropped, and his complacent smile suddenly became something else. Something odd. It was a look I couldn't quite...
    couldn't quite pin down.
    'As I said,' he continued haltingly, a little flushed, 'you are a wonderful mother. And these misunderstandings can get so unpleasant. So very difficult. I'm sure we're all keen to avoid that. In whatever way we can...' His hand, grasping the bench, flexed and unflexed, and then landed on my leg, gripping it firmly, pinching the flesh.
    I gasped and made to move, but he slid in quick and close, his face red and leering. All trace of the genial village bobby was gone, and this was a snarling, wild beast. I started to cry out, but all I could hear as he pressed down on me was his voice whispering, 'Beautiful mother! As soon as I saw you I thought, oh yes, I'll have some of that...'
    Oh my god. Not in a dark alleyway on my way home after a club. But here. In broad daylight in a kids' playground.
    I reached up to fight him off, but he was gripping both my arms tightly. I called out, but first his fat salty fingers, then his dreadful mouth pushed down on mine. My eyes twisted around to try and see anyone, but the pram, the bloody pram was blocking me from view.
    I tried headbutting him, but he jerked to one side, biting down on my lip, still laughing. No sodding strength. Bloody beached-whale Gwen. Unable to fight back. I looked up, pleading at the leering face above me. Please god, I thought. Please lot this not be happening... somehow make it stop...
    And then he tumbled to the floor with a groan.
    Standing over him were the three kids from the park, their black hair shining in the feeble sun.
    'Was this man annoying you?' one of them asked, a pretty, horse-faced boy of about 15.1 looked again.
    They