I was not strong. I was not smart. I was always being told to be more like him. And he abused me. Then it would happen.
Little boys can smell fear.
Bobby was the most popular boy in the neighborhood. He practiced reloading his rifles in his bedroom that overlooked our two yards. He aimed his guns at me, at my sister, at my cat. He commanded a troop of boys, vicious boys, evil boys. He got them to do anything.