RAPED by my son’s BEST FRIEND

My teenage sons barged through the front door with two friends, chucked their wet coats on the floor and ran upstairs.

‘Take off your shoes!’ I called after the four of them.

As I turned, I realised another boy was at the door.

‘Hi Miss Thompson,’ he smiled. ‘I’m Gregory.’

I hadn’t met him before, but he seemed polite.

My boys, Matthew, 14, and Dom, 12, were always bringing mates home.

Typical teenagers, they would leave dirty plates piled in the sink, chip wrappers