PWN3R RANGER said:
rofl wtf!
do explain this...
I guess
technically it's not funny and I know for a fact that it "f***ed me up".
Nonetheless, I still have this warped, irrational sense of pride in the fact that I was one of the few who wasn't molested by "Uncle Charlie" but was instead molested by my baby-sitter's daughter.
Now that I'm old, I realize the gravity of it. It had to be the "cycle".
I'm sure that she had been molested and was taking out her frustration and desire for revenge (feuled by a sense of powerlessness) on little 4 or 5 year old
ME, but either way, after my Mom got divorced from my biological/alcoholic/abusive Father, she started working as an R.N.
So she left me with this family that lived upstairs from us. And one day, the "Mom"/"baby-sitter" was doing dishes and her (it's hard to say, 'cause at the time I just saw her as "a BIG kid", but now? I'm thinking she must've been 12 or 13) daughter got all agressive and paranoid and fake-friendly-style pulled me into her room and then shut the door.
So I was looking for toys (hoping for a Planet of the Apes or Mego JACKPOT!), and then, I'll never forget, she had a green shirt on and white jeans, and she un-zipped her white jeans and flopped onto the lower bunk bed and got all gruff and told me to "come here!

"
So I did, and there was this weird, pink, slimy thing between her legs and she kept repeating, " It tastes GOOD! Lick it! LICK IT!!!"
But I was feeling apprehensive because of how forceful/violent she was acting, and also the surreality of the fact that she didn't have that wormy thing that I had. It looked like someone had cut it off of her.
But, she grabbed my head and forced it down toward the weird, pink, slimy thing and got really forceful and told me to "LICK IT!

", so, I did, and it did not taste "good", but suddenly, while I was licking it, she dropped the aggro-tense thing, and started telling me what a good boy I was and seemed, less like the one who was in-control, because she was trying to encourage me, her head was back out of view and she was telling me how "good" I was for doing what I was doing.
Then, Her Mom yelled, "Hey!, Open the door!" (as if, I mean, now that I'm older, it seems as if the Mom had some inkling, that something "wrong" was going on"
And the girl freaked out lightning quick and before you could say "Bob's Yer Uncle!", her white pants were zipped up, and she opened the door, and I remember feeling disappointed.