I remember when I was around four, not yet in school, the old man next door, Mr. James, used to give me candy and asked me to come inside his house. There, in the kitchen, we would play games and he would open his pants and take out his little "doll" for me to play with my tiny hands. Eventually, he had me licking and sucking his doll, which magically grew up from a little baby doll, as he said, to a fully grown one, as I sucked and licked it. This made sense to me and I liked to see the baby doll grow. He asked me to put as much of his grown up doll into my mouth as possible and to suck it hard. After it grew, it was very large, so this amounted to just fitting in the top of it, that would barely fit. I had trouble breathing when his doll's one-eyed, spitting head filled my little mouth.

His grown doll would fire off gobs of white fluid that he asked me to lick and swallow. I did some but I did not like it much. One day, my mummy saw some of the white fluid on my blouse and smelled it. She asked me where did it come from and I told her, Mr. James' doll, from his pants, spit it out after it grew as Mr. James told me to lick and suck it and watch it grow, magically. I told mummy that the doll had very bad manners and would spit at me a lot, each day, while I played with it and sucked it for Mt. James, as he wanted.

The next thing I knew was that several police cars came by, and for some reason, Mr. James was hauled off with his doll. This is a true story about Mr. James and his magically growing, spitting doll.