I and my brother were visiting some friends; not far away but not even close enough to walk there so my brother had borrowed dad’s car. It was littl... after lunch time and we were hoping to finish the game of baseball in another one hour. Drinking some excessive water accentuated with cold weather I felt the need to go to the washroom. I was very pleasantly surprised for so well built and kept washroom in the ball park of this town. As I settled down on the seat, my attention was grabbed by the. They forced me but I refused to tell them and they left and after they left she asked me why don’t you enjoy rain dance and I said what can I do with boys in dance it should be done with girls she laughed and her husband came with lays packet and she told him that she wants to have lunch and her husband also asked me to join and we altogether left and while going I asked him to accompany me on I don’t know the name of it but it is a tube in which only two people can sit but he told her to. His hand lifted for another smack of my bottom and I quickly moved to comply to his suggestion before it again struck at my sensitive skin.I felt the change in air pressure before I heard his voice, “Mom?”In my personal washroom I had always had privacy, my own sanctuary as my husband called it. But I knew my son had invaded, and I felt his presence like a blow to my gut as I could barely respond, “Yes?”Go away I screamed silently to myself. The tears starting again, ready for the shower door. Other than they seemed so vivid and so real. That was until those wet dreams were replaced with nightmares. Some I would remember others I wanted to forget.Were my nightmares showing me what was coming? Was I living in a different reality or was it all about growing up? Those answers and more were starting to fall into place.My dreams and nightmares would fade from my mind as I grew into manhood. I would go to school wondering if others had dreams like mine. My story begins in my distant future.