Sleazeball took secret sex snaps
I didn’t even know he’d taken the vile pics By Kelly Mcgurk, 29, from Erskine, Renfrewshire
Tapping away at my keyboard, I felt two hands start rubbing my shoulders from behind.
I jumped and turned around to see Jamie Leitch – my colleague at the call centre.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked in surprise.
‘Please, have my number,’ he said, giving me a cheeky smile. I had to laugh. For weeks, our workmates had been trying to get us together but I hadn’t been interested.
Tall with dark-blond hair and tattoos, Jamie had a reputation as a ladies man – whereas I was a hard-working single mum.
I didn’t think we’d have much in common.
But, now he’d actually asked me himself, I gave him the chance to have his say – and, behind the blokey exterior, he seemed sweet, funny.
‘OK, I give in,’ I said smiling,
taking his phone number.
We started texting and flirting and, after our work’s Christmas do, two months on –after having a few too many! – we ended up sleeping together.
In the morning, I was mortified. I’d never had a one-night-stand before. What have I done? I thought, cringing.
Surely I wouldn’t see a charmer like Jamie for dust?
He wanted to keep seeing me, though. Began texting constantly with sweet messages. I’m really falling for you...
Things moved fast after that. Within a month, we were madly in love.
And my daughter really liked him. So, when Jamie popped the question just three months later...
‘Yes!’ I beamed.
We moved in together, threw a big engagement party and, for the next five months, life was happy.
But things soon started to go wrong. Jamie could be jealous, controlling.
Once, he even pressured me into taking a naked selfie, sexting it to him.
I didn’t want to but didn’t want to anger him, either.
I loved him and wanted to make things work for us.
But, soon, it seemed we were arguing all of the time.
We kept splitting up, getting back together.
And with every break up we had, a little bit of my love for Jamie was chipped away. By June last year, things were unbearable. I was utterly miserable. So I asked Jamie to leave. ‘Please let me stay,’ he wept. ‘We can sort things out.’ But I was determined. And after yet another massive row, Jamie finally left. Slowly, I moved on with my life. And, in September last year, I even met a new man. Then, this January, I woke up one morning to some picture messages on Facebook. They were sent from a girl I didn’t recognise. One was a picture I’d taken of myself in the mirror, naked. That snap Jamie had pressured me to send him, back in early 2016. I felt sick. The scumbag had obviously shared it with someone. But there were more pictures, too – one was of me naked, eyes closed as if I was asleep. Another was of me carrying
Jamie pressured me into taking a naked selfie
out a sex act on Jamie, and a video – taken from behind – of me and Jamie having sex. My insides churned. I’d absolutely no idea he’d taken those photos.
I managed to get hold of the Facebook girl’s number – and, my hands shaking and a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, rang her. ‘What’s going on?’ I demanded, in turmoil. ‘Jamie sent these pictures to me,’ she said. Outraged, I hung up and phoned the police. They took a statement and Jamie was arrested and charged. This July, on the day the trial was about to start at Paisley Sheriff Court, Jamie Leitch, 25, finally admitted behaving in a threatening or abusive manner that would cause a reasonable person to suffer fear or alarm by distributing the images of me. I learned that dozens of strangers had seen the intimate pictures.
In September, Leitch was given a Community Payback Order, ordered to do 250 hours unpaid work, placed on the sex offenders register for 18 months, and ordered to pay £500 compensation.
I haven’t spoken to him since and I don’t want to.
I try not to worry about who else might have seen those horrible photos.
Now I’m in a happy, healthy relationship with a man I trust.
I’ve gone back to college to study Beauty Therapy and I’m looking to the future.
I just wish I’d trusted my instincts with Jamie. I feel disgusted by the way he violated me.
So I’m telling my story to warn other women. When it comes to men, go with your gut instincts.
And definitely steer clear of Jamie Leitch.
happy snap Now I’m in a strong, loving relationship