We moved into a small house after my father divorced my mother. From my window I could see into the master bedroom of the house next door. There was a huge mirror on the wall and I could see when the man had s** with toy boy next door. He was a toy boy, he did housework in his little underwear.

One day the man next door saw me and we smiled at each other. When he saw me outdoors walking to school he asked me if I wanted to come over and play piano. He sat beside me and rubbed my thigh for me, while the toy boy got angrier and angrier, before taking me into the same bedroom and having s** with me.

Now I couldn’t talk. The toy boy never liked me, but the man did and I would go over and let him have s** with me.