When I was 20, I took a job taking care of a handicapped boy. I worked for the family, and I was in their house 50-60 hours per week. So I was like a family member. I worked for them for six years. The boy had twin sisters, who were only 9 when I started, and 15 when I left. (I left because the boy died.) So I got to see the girls go through puberty.

Since I was always around, and a college guy, and not their parent, they came to me for advice. Sometimes, they needed advice about s***** things. That started when they were about 12. And I didn’t hold anything back when they asked me about things, like “what’s a b******”.

One day, when they were about 14, I got a little too comfortable and told one of the girls the bikini she was wearing “made me h****”. She giggled. And from that day forward, for the rest of the summer, she wore that bikini every day when I was there.