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When I was 11 years old my family and I went on holidays to New York to visit my aunt Maria and her husband. As they lived so far away I had only ever met her once before when I was quite young. I had never met her husband Alan or my two little cousins as they had only been married for about 5 years and this was my first time visiting them.

About a week after we arrived it was my mom’s birthday so a night out on the town was planned for my parents, my aunt and her husband, along with some of my aunt’s friends who lived nearby. That evening, as all the moms and dads were getting ready to go out, Alan began complaining that he was feeling a little unwell, saying that he thought he might have eaten something bad the previous night as they had eaten a Chinese Takeaway for dinner. He made his apologies, saying he wasn’t feeling up to going out for the night, that he would only be a bother if he was unwell and probably wouldn’t have a good time anyway. I remember he told my parents and all the group to go on without him and that he would stay home and mind me and the other children. So, my aunt cancelled the babysitter and they headed out for dinner and dancing without Alan.

I said goodnight and headed up to my bedroom telling Alan that I was going to read my book for a little while before going to sleep. He said he was going to tidy the kitchen and then he would be up to tuck me into bed and say good night. That was perfectly fine by me and I innocently thought nothing of it. I went upstairs and into the spare room I was staying in. I quickly undressed and changed into my nightdress, one of those long t-shirt nightdresses that buttoned all the way up the front. Jumping up onto the bed I sat leaning against the head-board with the pillow behind me, my bare legs stretched out in front of me. I opened my book and began to read, quickly becoming absorbed in the book.

About a half hour later the door to my room opened. It was Alan, clearly popping in as he had said earlier. He came into my room, closed the door behind him and came over to the side of my bed.

“What are ya reading?”, he asked, sitting down on the side of the bed beside me.

If I remember correctly I was reading one of the Chronicles of Narnia books, and I told him that. And he replied that he had read them too when he was my age. We talked for a while about books and cartoons, but the whole time I couldn’t help notice the way he was looking a me. We laughed together about funny stories but he never took his eyes off me, licking his lips when I spoke. It did kind of freak me out a little.

“That’s a pretty nightdress”, Alan said softly, almost out of nowhere, reaching forward to touch the material where it lay just above my knee. “Yeah, I like it”, I replied. “A pretty nightdress for a pretty little girl”, he said, almost ignoring my reply, beginning to stroke the material across my thigh. I remember beginning to get a little nervous at the change in his voice, and at the way he was now rubbing my thigh up and down again and again.

“Uh, Alan I’m tired now, I’m going to go to sleep now, it’s getting late”, I told him and closed my book, and went to lie down and pull the blankets over myself. “No, no”, he replied, “I want to chat with you for a while”. Alan was beginning to freak me out a little but I didn’t know what else to do so I said OK and smiled.

“So, do you like school Shirley? I bet you have loads of friends at school, don’t ya.” Alan asked me. “Um, yea, I guess…”, I replied. “And I bet you have a little boyfriend at school too don’t ya? A nice boy to kiss and hold hands with, yeah?”. I told him I didn’t as I was only 11 and my mom and dad wouldn’t let me date boys until I was 16. “A pretty little girl like you, and no boyfriend? Well, that’s scandalous”, he leaned forward and, with his other hand, he began to stroke my face, “Scandalous, If I was nearer your age…..”, his voice trailed off.

With his hand he began gently stroking my cheek, slowly moving towards my neck to brush my long hair off my shoulder to expose my neck area.