He was such a sad bastard, but we felt sorry for him after his mum (my great aunt, I think, though we called her Aunty Bet and him Uncle Dave) died, so we'd visit him and take him treats and listen to his crap. He took my eldest daughter (13 at the time) on a caravan holiday once, but nothing happened to her, thank God. Mind you, she did judo and was a tough cookie at the time. The girl that he raped was mentally ill, and had lost her mum, and was getting horribly bullied at school. When the police visited us to tell us what was going on, one of the ghastly pictures they showed us was of her. I'll never forgive myself. So, so sorry to go on about this. It's so ironic that I've learnt what happened to him on this forum.