My dad was a preacher, he hated me and my sister. My mother wasn't much better. They had convinced themselves we were the product of sin. They had followers, people who believed sex was sin.

Our neighbor would hold me by my tits. Slip his hands under my blouse and push my bra up and cup my tits and hold on to me. I liked that.

One afternoon he slipped his hand in my pants. I liked that.

When I got undressed and got naked for him I liked that.

When he put me on the bed and had sex with me, I liked that.

I was fifteen, my sister was thirteen. She liked it too.

So much for sex being a sin.