…tapped his hand on my breast as if he was emphasizing the words he was speaking. He must have seen the look on my face when he hastily said, “I don’t mean anything by this, it’s just how I talk”. But kept doing it. His sweet-looking old wife would bring us cookies & milk. When she went back upstairs, he would pull out the wine coolers he bought us which made us believe he was “cool”. Looking back, obviously, the pics he took of us were inappropriate. No one looks out for teen girls. (2/2)

I feel sick to my stomach just reading this 💜 I'm so sorry. It really drives home that we ALL have a story, even if we don't think we do.