My mother’s boyfriend came into my room to say goodnight. The second time I was kissed I was twelve or thirteen.
I was reading Beverly Cleary books and wishing I could be a horse.ĭo you think he had been listening to locker room banter? I don’t know why he thought he could do this.
He lifted me up by my armpits, sat me on the kitchen counter, leaned over me and slid his tongue into my mouth. The first man who kissed me when I didn’t want him to was the boyfriend of my babysitter. The Record's Jeannie Yandel speaks with Tara Weaver about her experiences with sexual assault.
