When I was nine, my stepdad got drunk one night and got into my bed. I remember him pulling up my nightgown and pulling down my underwear. When he touched

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When I was nine, my stepdad got drunk one night and got into my bed. I remember him pulling up my nightgown and pulling down my underwear. When he touched me innnapropriately, I actually liked it. so we did it over and over again till I was ten until he and my mom broke up and he moved out. I’m fouteen now and still havent told a soul.

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I applaud Kendra Scott for k*lling Rodderius Morton. Yes he was willing to leave and had no weapon on him BUT….He entered a home without Kendras permission. He also was plenty old enough to be messing around with an underage girl. That’s r*pe! So Therefore Kendra should be released. No charge. She had every right to protect her home and her daughter. Rodderius was someone that entered private space and a r*pist. Makes me sick they charged her for first degree m*rder when she had the right to do what she did.

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