This three-part article is written in the hopes of helping prevent possible abuse, stop current abuse or enlighten someone who has had a similar experience in the past. This article discusses some of the pitfalls of "perceived" independence and invulnerability many youths believe they possess. I am 33 now and I was one of those youths and this is my story.

At the age of fourteen, I was quite sure I was a completely mature adult. I felt I was able to make my own decisions about anything without consulting anyone else. So it was nice to hang out with my friend's 45 year old brother-in-law. Their home was a place all of my friends loved to go to. He treated me, all of us, like we were adults.

He was a great hypnotist. When it was a hot, he would hypnotize the whole gang and make us think about something cold. When we didn't have any pot, he would get us to think we were high. When we wanted to lose weight (and who didn't?), he helped us replace the feeling of hunger with the feeling of horniness.

Hunger for horniness. This struck me as somewhat strange. There were so many other things that could have been suggested. A desire to take a walk, play a game of cards, the possibilities are endless. Of course, these special weight loss hypnosis sessions would need to be repeated in order to really work, he convinced us. He would meet with two of us at a time.

I can't remember how he suggested that he touch us, but it was suggested in such a way as to seem to be part of the "treatment." It made me nervous but I decided I was being foolish, and besides, what could happen, one of my friends was sitting right next to me. He suggested that we were beautiful, special, and that he really cared about us. He really wanted to show us how special we were. He was never shy about his special passion for young girls. He did show us how beautiful we were in that regard. He talked to us about how our parents didn't understand us, how boys our age didn't treat us like we should be treated. He told us if we ever needed anything, he would help us.

I'm not sure how my friend and I decided we needed help losing our virginity. We had decided that the worst thing would be to have our first time be an awkward, embarrassing event. Which is what I was convinced it would be. I had the greatest fear of seeming ignorant about this subject. She and I took this difficult problem to our "friend." What a relief, he was eager to help us solve this problem. It really seemed like something a very caring friend would do.

Easy Prey, Part 2

4/15/98