Of course, after he asked me to play with his "little man" and put it in my mouth with the blanket over us one morning...I stopped running to his room to play.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
The First Molestation: My Brother (1987)
I had a habit of rushing over to my brother's room after I woke up every morning when I was four. He was seven and knew how to show a girl a good time. First, we'd climb up and jump off the jagged bricks on the back of the living room's chimney onto his bed. Then, after a few rounds of "good guy versus bad guy" with his Transformers, Ninja Turtles and other action figures, we'd play Connect Four; Hungry, Hungry Hippos; Chinese Checkers; and regular Checkers; notwithstanding his constant attempts at taunting: "King me! King me! Na na na na naa naaa!" Granted, he mopped the floor with me every single time, but I didn't care. For a four year-old, this is what the world was made of.
Of course, after he asked me to play with his "little man" and put it in my mouth with the blanket over us one morning...I stopped running to his room to play.
Of course, after he asked me to play with his "little man" and put it in my mouth with the blanket over us one morning...I stopped running to his room to play.
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