You'd give my bottom a special pat as you held me. Then when I got down you'd laugh. It was a special laugh, as if it contained years of repressed delight. I can still hear that laugh. It scares me.
Children do that, after all.
I'm a nice girl. I do what Mommy tells me and I talk nice to all the grown-ups. I hardly every cry anymore. But you want more. I'll do anything you say.