The man who sat before me was cruel, possibly insane, and most assuredly dangerous. Whats wrong, Jason dear? Seeing things? Something, maybe, that reminds you of I could snap your mothers neck like a twig? Or, a liquid bomb blowing her to pieces, perhaps? A tremor inched its way up my spine, and for the first time in a long while I was at a loss for what to do. I was a frozen beneath that gaze, and Mike simply waited, like a skilled predator. I could call the police, I thought. Have Mike sent to jail for rape, or the porn of child torture on his computer, plus his recipes for making pipe bombs making him never return again. Though I knew feared he would have his assistant or business partner would act out the child torture on me or create a bomb that would kill me or my mom.
He handed me the massage oil, like he always did when my mom left for work, a monster lurks behind his flaccid, aging exterior. "Scent me" Mike said. That was his code word for me first brush his hairy chest hair till it was straight, and massage his shaggy-wooly back hair. He made me rub in the oil till his bushy back hair laid flat from the weight of the massage oil. Then he had me fondle and kiss his moles-pimples. Between his body-odor or his pimples popping as he made me kiss them, I did not know what was worse.
He barked, youre about as helpless as an abandoned babe without a tit to suck. He laughed, and pushed me head down even farther, closing the short distance between us. As hed said, Good Boy. I forced a nonchalant shrug and began to wonder... Why, did my Mom, have to attend single parents night at the church? Worse, tell a stranger I needed a father figure and mentor? They are such opposites, and should have been enemies. I stared up at his thin lips, wondering where we fit in, and how we made an enemy out of a man we had never known and if he was at single parents nights, did he do this to his own children as well, or is something wrong with me?
My Mom believed meeting Mike at church was answered prayer, since my own parents divorced and I never saw my father. How did she not know what he was doing to me, are the recipes about making liquid and pipe bombs real, and the children being tortured, why did he make me watch that? Those images are still in my head, my mom recently moved and I am posting this to alert people to what he has done to me, how he intimidates his victims, and the child pornography he makes them endure. Mike claimed he had loaded child porn onto my Moms computer and that if I ever told, he would have her arrested through his contacts with Home Land Security.
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