This is about molestation but, as you will see, there are no vulgar words or violence, so I would rate it “G” (for General Audiences).(Note: changed my mind when I uploaded it and rated it "Mature Subjects PG")
I lived with my grandparents, mom, and sister after my parents split up when I was 5 years old. Our house was the third one on the block on 16th street. On the corner, two houses down, a woman and her son lived. She had another son, but he had been gone from home as long as I could remember. He owned a grocery store somewhere in town. The younger son was named “Travis”, and he was about 16 years old at the time of this incident. I was about 8, and my sister would have been about 10.
One day, Travis asked me if I wanted to make a baby. I loved babies. I was all for it! He took me into his mom’s garage and told me to pull down my panties, which I started to do without hesitation. I saw that he was unbuckling his belt. I didn’t know where we went from there, but I was ready to make a baby, whatever it took.
Suddenly, he stopped. He said, “Nah.” He buckled his belt and told me to put my panties back on. He had some excuse which I didn’t understand and don’t remember now.
What did I feel like? I was extremely disappointed! I wanted a baby. I didn’t know how it would have happened, but I imagined something magical.
I didn’t tell anyone. I knew that we would have had to keep the baby hidden, and I felt like I would get in trouble for pulling down my panties. Of course, I didn’t think anything about Travis getting into trouble.
With my disappointment, I started thinking about how things would have been had we successfully made a baby. I had no doubt that we would have been successful. Travis wouldn’t lie to me, would he? I thought of how and where we would hide the baby ... in his garage? How would we feed the baby? What would we feed the baby? Travis would have to supply diapers, and I had no doubt he would do that. But, the more I thought about it, the more I realized it would have been impossible to keep the baby hidden.
I still thought of Travis as a friend, even though he was 8 to 10 years older than I was. We never spoke of the incident again. I don’t know if he ever tried anything with my sister.
After I moved away, I lost track of Travis. By that time, of course, I realized that he was a good person to lose track of. I met a woman once who was dating his (still married) brother. She said something to the effect that Travis was a sleaze. I didn’t ask her why she thought that, and I didn’t tell her about my experience with him. (She was dating a married man, but Travis was a ‘sleaze’?)
The only person I ever told about the experience was a counselor, years later. She asked me if and how it affected me. I told her I didn’t know, and that was the end of the discussion about Travis.
An 8-year-old now would be much more ‘savvy’ than I was, but she would be in no less danger. It was only in retrospect that I realized that I had had a close call, and I should have told someone. Well, I’m telling you now, dear Reader. Let’s just keep it between you and me, OK?