My story with Alexia started in the boy's toilets when we were at school.   I never liked to use the urinals, as the other boys would laugh at my willy. So I was sitting on the toilet when the door slammed open and – two voices? Three? - people crammed into the cubicle next to mine. Open-eyed, I tried to understand what was going on:   “Dammit – keep the noise down. They might hear us!” (boy's voice)   “There's hardly any...