I had a babysitter during the summer. She had a teenage daughter around the ages of thirteen or so. The girl was really nice.. Too nice. The girl liked to play 'house' you see. She would take nine year old me and my four year old brotehr upstairs to her room while luch was being made. She would put my brother in the crib so he could be 'baby'. She would tell me that I would have to be mommy and she'd be daddy. She would make me lay on her bed. I hated it, she would lay on top on my and push her body against mine, mimicking the acts a nine year old knew only as being squished and as what mommies and daddies would do to get babies. She was content with the laying on top of me and squiching me for a month or so.. After a while, she got worse. She would try to kiss me, I would turn my head away and cry that she was hurting me. She'd cover my mouth and force me to hold still as she kissed me, her foul breath making my head ache and her constantly thrusting hips making my stomach and lungs hurt. I never told. Not once. She didnt threaten me exactly. More just kept me from telling about our "game." I thought that it was my fault I didn't like the game, and that everyone played games like that. I thought I'd get in trouble if I told. It last for two and a half months. The whole time I went to that babysitter. The next babysitter was strict, but I loved her for the fact I was finally away from the girl who still haunts my thoughts and dreams.