'...shouted his disgrace from the rooftops...' . My unpleasant experience left me for some reason ashamed and as if I myself were to blame. The very last thing I'd have done would have been to tell anyone. The man was a GP, and always welcomed us to my cousin's house congenially. My parents liked him a lot and were proud their niece had married a doctor. It would have been dreadful if I'd maintained he'd touched me in that way. I'd have probably been punished severely for 'imagining' such a thing. It would have been catastrophic, I was only twelve. Now of course. if anyone took liberties, I'd break their neck. (I weigh quite a bit.)