Leanne 1
She was nine years old the first time I groped her. I did not give her a “loving father’s caress,” nor did I help her reach some nonsensical “plateau.” No phony bullshit here. She came into the house dripping wet from the water fight she had with her best friend who lived next door. She had on one of those fuck-me bathing suits so popular for little kids now a days. You know the type; it barely covers the slit and advertises, “Look what you can’t have unless you want to go to prison.” The...