...In The Beginning

On my day of solitude in the playroom, Pinky and Tony came over to play.  It was ok with me.  They were the only boys I played with.  I was scared of other boys and there weren't any boys my age in the neighborhood.  We had a good time playing with my trucks, cars, buggy and wagon.  Like I said, the room was very large, we could roll around in the buggy and the wagon.  They would roll me around the room in the wagon really fast.  In the beginning it was fun but then it got scarey as they went faster.  They ran out of breathe and took a rest.  This was my chance to escape and get out of the wagon.  As I was getting out of the wagon I got busted.  They said let's do it again.  I was afraid and said, "No!"  They tried to put me back in the wagon and we began to wrestle.  I ended up laying over the wagon so they couldn't put me in it.  One of them tried to pull me off and in doing so, collapsed on top of me.
Now we were already wrestling and their testosterone was flaring.  Since they were older than me, they were already experincing sexual desires.  It didn't help that I was always mistaken for a little girl at that age.  Why, I don't know.  I can only guess it was my petiteness, long lashes, pretty brown eyes, soft curly fine hair and a high pitched voice.  Hmm.  Sounds like a little girt to me.  Anyway, I was laying over the wagon with one of them on top of me.  I think it was Pinky, since he was the oldest.  He began humping my butt like a dog.  At first I said stop but then it felt good so I humped back; I was a quick learner but there is more to why I enjoyed that sensation.  It must have felt good to Pinky also because he pulled my pants down.  He still had his on and continued to hump my bare butt.  Just as it was really feeling good, Mommy walked into the playroom.  I guess it got to quiet so she came in to check on us.  Well, what a surprise.  There was her little man of the house bent over on a wagon getting his hump on.  She screamed, "STOP THAT!"  Pinky, startled, stopped immediately and Joyce escorted him and his brother to the front door, which was off of the dining room, with me in tow.  She then picked me up and stood me on the dining room table, pulled up my pants, adjusted my closthes and said, "Eddie, little boys don't do that.  Don't do it anymore, ok baby."  I said, "yes, mommy", but I didn't understand why.  I knew it must have been wrong because of her reaction.

The house on Alexander Street was a dump though it had a large playroom, dining room, kitchen and living room.  The bedrooms were small and the house was infested with cats and mice.  Roaches weren't a problem.  Joyce had some sort of secret weapon for them.  Somehow the cats managed to get in the house.  I would be scared in the morning to get up and go in the living room to watch television.  Mr. Cat and friends would greet me and they were mean.  They weren't frightened of this little man of the house.  They would chase me back in my room.  I would scurry up the ladder to the top bumk.  Yes, we had bunk beds.  Jacqui and I shared a room on Alexander Street.  That's why the playroom was my sanctuary-motel.  The yard was constructed on top of some structure directly behind the house.  The back door led to the yard.  You could only walk about twelve feet into the yard before you would feel weak wooden planks of the structure, therefore, I had to walk by the shed where the cats lived to get to the side of the house that was on concrete.  As a little four year old things looked gigantic and big things scared the willies out of me.  Ok, I was a scarey cat and prissy too, so there.