by Ken James
It's a dead-end is Grimsby, the end of the track. Next stop the Humber estuary. Or the North Sea. 20 years ago, on a sticky, brooding summer's night, with all the recklessness of youth, three young, vodka-sozzled teenage girls, bubbling with fun, head for the local park in high spirits, determined to have a good time. Only it doesn't work out that way - Some of the lads with them have other ideas.