Here’s a cute little story for you guys…
To six-year-old Lynn, her new daddy looked like TV’s Ralph Kramden from The Honeymooners. Only scarier.
“The loud voice, the threatening posture. He was six-foot-something and very beefy. Intimidating,” she says.
Cooper was strict. He punished the children for not cleaning the house well enough or doing enough yard work. He spanked their bare bottoms with a “big, thick, wide leather belt.”
So afraid that when she turned seven and he began demanding oral s**, she did what he told her to do. Sometimes in the bathroom at the house. Or in the basement.
He threatened to kill her if she told. He had a gun collection.
Cooper arranged for time alone with each child.
“He convinced my mom he was trying to connect with his adopted children,” Lynn says.
He took her to Gage Park for walks, steering her behind trees to perform f******* on him.
He brought her to his realty office to dust. When she finished, he’d lock the door, take her to a back room and force her to please him.
Margaret’s first memories of Cooper are of a fat man with black hair.
“To me, he was a giant,” she says. “He terrified me.”
The family moved to a house on Fern Place, where Margaret was diagnosed with a bladder condition that caused her to wet the bed.
For that, Cooper “used to beat me really bad.”
He would make her stand beside her bed, pants down, while he fetched the belt. Waiting and sobbing, she would wet herself in fear.
When she was 12, Cooper gave her an option. “I don’t have to beat you,” he said. “There are other ways to punish you.”
At home, he came to her room, told her to strip and lie down. He used a v******* on her. She was 13.
Cooper tied her to the bed and struck her with a “cat-o’-nine-tails,” a type of whip. “He beat me 35 times with that and then 35 times with the belt. I had to count the strokes. I was blood from the top of my shoulders to my legs.”
I am a wicked child. 🙂
I am not sorry. 🙂