I dialed the phone and waited but my mommy never answered the phone andI got real worried. So Auntie Helen let me call my Auntie Harriet'shouse. No an...wer there either! I was real worried then! Helen saw thelook on my face and she just knew something was not right so she askedme, "Honey, do you know your neighbors number?"I DID! So I said, "YES, AUNTIE HELEN, let's call her right now!"So Helen had me dial the phone number and she talked to my neighbor,thank God, she was home! I saw my auntie. “Because she’s scared,” he said. “She wants things she knows she shouldn’t have, and if she heard you, she’s putting herself in your shoes right now.”“Go on then,” said his mother. “We can talk later.”He checked the house first. The twins and Susie said they hadn’t seen her. He went back outside, and looked at the road. He could barely see her, running hard down the gravel, toward the blacktop. She’d already made a mile, in just six or seven minutes.He hopped in his car, and drove after her.She. Victims of raped or abused in any manner in regard to these intimately personal relationships, you, are not at fault. I am deeply sorry for your experiences. However, neither was the case with me, and naturally; I would not wish that upon anyone. To be honest, long before I was older enough to think about getting a driver’s license, the buds on my chest had been felt, fondled, sucked, and I’d been finger fucked by members of my family, in and outside of my home. Cousins, uncles, both my older. Ann started to cry again, but I had nothing more to say so I just left. Driving away, I could see the moving van pulling into their driveway; "that should keep them busy for the rest of the afternoon."The next two weeks were great. It was like a huge weight had been lifted. I told the k**s that their mother and I were getting a divorce and that they'd be living in the house with me. I told them that they'd still be seeing their mother but not quite as much. I don't know if it was because we.