i miss being groomed. when i was 13, i worked at the library as a volunteer. another volunteer was in her 30’s. I was dropped me off one night. i was told there wasn’t anything so i was gonna be there for three hrs with nothing to do. The woman invited me to her home. We slept together. We’d see each other other times and she’d tell me how much she loved the other night. eventually she left. When I was fourteen, a man told me I had a beautiful feminine face. He was rough n’ mean. He wasn’t kind when he’d ruin my body. I got away from him only because I moved. when I was 15, i sought out one. She gave me so much attention every hour of every day. She loved putting stuff like needles in me or giving me pills or acting like I was her real son when i vented abt my ma. she had another victim—C. C was 18 when i met her, but he met her at 12. she was 16 then. once he tried to leave her and i convinced to stay. i wish i hadn’t. now i have a great partner i miss her abuse—it was loving.