I remember growing up in the early 1980's. I lived with my mother in an apartment in a middle class neighborhood of our hometown. I was a spoiled child with more toys than any of my friends and my own bedroom, something a lot of my friends either didn't have or were forced to share with their siblings. I didn't have that problem being an only child (then).
My mother worked in the office's of a personal credit company and every weekend she would come home and get dressed up in a slinky outfit, apply tons of make-up and go out partying for the night. Disco may have been on the way out everywhere else, but where we lived it was still alive and kicking.
Since I was only eight years old my mom always hired a sitter to watch me. The sitter's name was Billie and she was a girl that lived a few doors down from us.
Billie was fifteen and tall for a girl. She had chestnut brown hair, blue-green eyes and she was a little chubby. She got along well with my mother and mom was glad she had someone reliable to leave me with. Between the Atlanta Child Murders and the more recent Adam Walsh business, my mother was paranoid as hell about my safety.

What mom didn't know about Billie was something I have kept secret for the past 30 years more or less. That being Billie was attracted to young children sexually.
I no longer clearly recall how it all began, but I do know Billie eased me into it. When she saw that she could trust me not to say anything, she became bolder.
At bath time she would run the tub half full and undress me herself. She'd reach down and fondle my penis and balls, smiling "Remember to give these guys a good wash ok??" She'd often sit beside the tub while I bathed, reaching in to help wash my back and buttocks.
"You've got a cute little booty," she'd tell me, then turn me around to wash my privates. "Just making sure your extra clean."
When bath time was over she'd dry me off and then lead me naked into my bedroom where she'd have me hop up on the bed and she'd lay beside me.
"Doesn't it feel good being all clean and nakie lying on your bed after a bath," she'd ask. I'd agree. So she'd take off her own clothes and lie naked with me. She didn't have very large breasts but she had a nice bush.
"Oh oh," she'd say "I feel the tickle monster waking up!"
I'd giggle and try to get away, she'd grab me and start tickling me until I had tears streaming down my cheeks, laughing my head off.
"Tickle Monstah is gonna give you kisses," she'd say in a deep voice, then start kissing me all over. Inevitably she always made her way down to my penis which she would suck, along with my balls, telling me that the "Tickle Monstah" thought I tasted good. I was too young to get an erection yet it still felt good.
Billie taught me how to kiss. Some nights we'd sit on the living room couch for an hour straight doing nothing but kissing. She'd slip her tongue into my mouth and lie down on top of me, moaning softly and telling me how cute I was and saying I was her little boyfriend.
Another thing she liked doing was masturbating while I watched. She'd jam three fingers inside her pussy and moan and writhe around on my bed, sometimes leaving a big wet stain on my sheet where she'd gotten so wet. She liked having me suck her fingers afterwards.
My mother eventually settled down and the weekend clubbing stopped. Not long afterwards we moved and I never saw my sitter again. But I've never forgotten.