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- Galt - 01-19-2004
Me and a bunch of other kids used to hang over his house and and watch his big screen TV and play video games. He also had a pool and we'd all go swimming. I'd ride my bike around the neighborhood in my bathingsuit and a towel around my back hoping he'd see me and ask if I wanted to go swimming (I was real sly). He also used to get the dopest fireworks, and when you're 8, a guy who can get real fireworks is the coolest guy ever.
All the neighborhood kids used to hang out at his house. He had a son who was 4 years older than me, so it didn't look odd to my parents like it would have if he were just some single guy hanging out with a bunch of kids. But we all wanted to hang out with him. My brothers and I would say "We're going over to Mr. Verville's house! Not, we're going to Bobby Verville's house"
I got a little older, we got our own pool, I had my own video games, and stopped hanging out there. But there was obviously a new batch of younger kids who hung out like I did when 8.
When I was like 12 and had stopped hanging out there, He molested the kid (probably around 7 or 8) who lived accross the street from him, and it came out that he'd molested a kid like ten years earlier. Of course, the old molestation didn't come out to the neighborhood until after the second one did, since it was before they had those disclosure laws.
But he never made a move on me. What was up with that? Never even offered me alcohol.
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- Velociti - 01-19-2004
maybe you werent cute enough
- Galt - 01-19-2004
That certainly can't be the case.
I was real cute and had red hair so I stood out from all the other kids. I would think that this type of distinquishing characteristic would at least make him try something.
I'm going to say it was because he was never alone with me (I'm guessing I never was), and leave it at that.
- Gooch - 01-19-2004
You blocked out his finger in your asshole. A shame, b/c it would make your homosexuality a lot less latent.
- diceisgod - 01-19-2004
I never had contact with molesters as far as i know. But this one time I was in a bar with a friend and there was this guy sitting at the bar, completely shitfaced, and scream-singing Frank Sinatra that was playing on the juke box. So me and my friend sit right next to the guy thinking interesting times were ahead. So the guy was slurring and telling us stories about this and that, not very interesting actually and he was starting to get on our nerves. Then out of the blue, he starts telling us about when he was in prison and how he thinks that there's nothing wrong with fucking men in the ass. I wanted to hit him but he was so drunk it wouldn't have been right, so we just moved to the opposite end of the bar. But apparently this guy does this all the time. I've told others in the neighborhood about this guy and some of them knew exactly what and who I was talking about.
- Gooch - 01-19-2004
So thats where OAS ended up.
- PatCooper - 01-19-2004
You looked to fem for him.
- GonzoStyle - 01-19-2004
when I was like 8 or 9, I was out one day and it was getting pretty late so I started to head home. I decided to go to the corner bodega and get a soda and some candy before I went home. As I approach the bodega it's pretty dead outside cause it was fairly cold I remember but there was this old dude standing around. He was pretty large and had on a long trench coat with one of those frenchie hats, so I knew he was not from my hood.
So he approaches me and he I see his face, I thought it was ron jeremy at first, (yes at 8 I knew who ron jeremy was, I was an early bloomer in the porn video world, though I had no clue what they were really doing... ok this a whole other story now..)
So he comes up to me and starts talking to me and asked me if I would like to have 50 dollars, and he pulls out some cash. Now I see he has some dough and plus he looks pretty drunk to me so I don't think anything of it and I figure i'll roll the bum for his money. So I says yeah what do I have to do for the 50?
He asks me if I think he's attractive, I said yeah real hot.
Then he says he thinks i'm a cute girl... I said yeah all the boys think so.
So he starts grabbing me by the arm but I squirm out and say "hey, the money first"
He starts giggling and telling me to just come on home with him and he'll pay me there, so this is where I now get kinda nervous. I had to think quick and I saw the dude in the bodega was kinda peekin out at us from that little window they have where they sell the papers and such.
So I am more worried about the dough than my own safety still. So as he grabs my arm, I start yelling like a stuck pig and crying for help. The spics all run out from the bodega and they all knew me since I was a baby, I said that he took my money and then tried to take me home and touch my no-no place.
They beat the fuck outta that old man and I got my... well his money. He had 70 bucks on him and I feasted like a king on soda and candy for weeks on that dough.
Good times.
- PatCooper - 01-19-2004
the spics shoulda beat the hell outa both of you and took the money for themselves.
- Velociti - 01-19-2004
wow I dont know who to feel sorry for, you or the creepy guy whos money you stole
- GonzoStyle - 01-19-2004
ah ahahaha..no.