He Was There All the Time

Hi ladies,

Here are a few excerpts from this “true to life” narrative, hopefully to spur your interest…

“Carol, aren’t you glad that you had on clean underwear?  When you were laying on the ground, you could see EVERYTHING, and the onlookers really looked”…..

My skin began producing “goose bumps” and I instinctively turned around to see what she saw.  THE WALL WAS EMPTY! Excitement was still rampant on her face, a face still vacant of any life force...

Sex talk:  The one thing my mother did tell me was NEVER to let a boy put his tongue in my mouth, or I would get pregnant….

The coroner’s report:  Accidental hanging of sixteen year old John Edward Mattson…

I will take to my grave the imagery of her unseeing baby eyes, flat face, and Mongoloid features, and sweetest smile, when spoken to…

“Where do babies come out of your body?”  Inventory of my thirteen year old naked body didn’t offer any enlightenment.  Mother hesitated, then stiffly told me.  “Holey Moley, it comes out WHERE??”…..

The long night went on and on as he forced me to stay awake while he repeatedly raped me for hours on end…  He would murder my baby, then he graphically described my death at his hands….

My three year old daughter was holding her five day old, nine pound, three ounce brother in her arms, BY THE NECK.  I asked, “Honey, what are you doing?”  She replied, “I’m burping him”.