I think that it would be hot as hell if I had decided to “take” or “molest” a little girl– I spend years going over the urge in my mind and finally decide I AM that bad of a monster. I spend months watching my target and making my plans. The day finally comes– the moment arrives– SHE’S FINALLY MINE… Except I’m so h**** and awkward and nervous that I trip all over myself, forget to act intimidating at all, and finally end by spontaneously c****** in my own pants– all to a chorus of laughter and sarcastic comments from my little preteen “victim” as she makes sure to get a nice closeup of me on her little pink phone, so she can “warn” all of her little school friends to be “afraid” of me. She doesn’t even bother telling an adult– she’s got me under control.