the youngest i know of
intro: i recently read some shocking stats about israel.
they triggered a distant memory from my own childhood abut the "beware of the babysitter" that paarents would be FURIOUSLY livid with rage if they knew... but lil kids are curious and when nobody gets injured they do not understand why adults make such a fuss? are they jealous that we have the same fun they do witht the responsibility of marriage? that is probly what pizd of the adults.
what were the stats? hospitals in cities in israel report the number of abortions and age...
several hundred abortions in a certan city, 80% age 18 and older... 12% age 15 etc. and only 2% age 12. hmm...
2% of several hundred? age 12? that would be a crime in western culture... even "consent" is not considered consent... yet what if the girl asked? far from a lad asking or "grabbing" what if she asked... then the boy might think she wants...
then she ends up with an abortion, as 6 age 12 did... theones needing abortions... without complaining rape kuz she asked... and who knows how many more acted the same without pregnancy kuz young.
well that reminded me of my "fun time" with a "bored babysitter."
WARNING this describes in clean words an act that makes adults furious and not for kids to read... despite happening to a six year old boy with his consent that does not count kuz minor age.
the tale of the nightmare babysitter
chapter one MEET ME
i must have been age 6 in second grade when this story occured in gradual steps as the girl planned and the unsuspecting six year old played along... after all... nobody got injured nr wounded nor even touched until "too late".
both my parents worked the common 9-5 jobs in new york city society. common: except the wealthy then the ma only shops more and more clothes and shoes all day while the "nanny" watches the kids.
all first grade i would return from schooll... obviously long before my parents finished work at 5 pm plus travel time... and they were compeld to hire a babysitter... who they trusted so i would not be alone and "do mischif".
she must have been 16 years old and her name was not siri. when i arrived at my apartment home i needed to press the electric button and wait for her to "buzz me in" to unlock the door of the building then a few stairs up i mean four indoor stairs in two jumps, and turn left and the door of home. almost ground floor.
again i would press the electric bell and she would buzz me in. she would always sit at the table of the kitchen YAPPING on the phone. i was bored and while other brats watched tv my strict parents forbade me watching tv.
i was sposed to do puzzles but my first day after schol, i was too confused bby the colors and shapes and quickly decided this was a waste of time until i am older. in fact he box said "for age nine and older" they knew it was too hard for younger. what could i do? i could read books but they were boring storie nothing ever happened just talking and talking and the toad drove his car and the other car almost hit him so he swerved off the raod... boring. recall that story? wind in the willows and other stories.
siri was yapping on th phone. day after day... i dont know maybe 4 days.
when i would come and say to the teen, age 16 not named siri, "i am bored" she would say "wait i am still on the phone" and yap more for ten... twenty... and more minutes...
the next day when i understood her trick i was prepared and said "will you stop talking in 5 minutes?" honesty she saaid "of course not!" so i argued "then give me an idea now what should i do?" she said that i could play a table game "like you are both players."
so that is how i passed the long hours from after school until my parents came home. sometimes i played "checkers" against myself or other games with luck factors. sometimes it was fun to move in a way that one color would win. then next game so the other won, then i tried to do "the best move" for each side knowing both plans. or luck games like colored cards or dice with dots for numbers.
a year pasd with this habit and routine.
in second grade something pleasant happned...
i would only realize at the "last step" the careful planning of this event.
i returned home as usual to my boring apartment building simple and worse no tv and isolated from "goyish" partners in the building. i had been taught by my parents jews must not tak to "goyim" and tell scary story: "they would accuse us" said my parents of killing their kids and drinking the blood and the goyim were so mad to hear such an accusatin they would come and kill the jews of the town. the blood libel which "was of course a lie we cant even eat the blood in an egg yolk"... altough with my parents personality and cruelty to me... i could see them going too far if they were mad at a certain neighbor... but back to my special day:
after school the car drove me home, no bus for private school.
buzz buzz and i was in and saaw... an older girl age 12. she had convinced her sister that she could come along since siri often complained that "the brat bugd her that he was bored and his idiot parents dont have a tv."
so the 12 year old not named tammy convinced her to come along for a "playmate". but tammy had a certain game carefully pland for this six year old unsuspecting almost innocent child.
the nightmare baby-sitter...
no complints from me i had a great time and we were both minors too young for legal prosecution and when she reads this she probly wont recall.
the first step in "tammy the twelv year old" plan was to earn my trust.
i enterd and she said "hi lets look at a toy catalog together." so we lay on the carpet and togther looked at her toy catalog that she brout some shop maybe "best? c."
we saw the colorful pictures of toys while siri babbled endlessly on the phone in the kitchen so tammy and i talked about the different toys... and she asked me "if i gave you a hundred dollars which toys would you buy?' and we played that talking game.
i did not know that was phase one of a carefully constructed plan.
then she said "lets do something NAUGHTY and look at the underwear section of the catalog."
i did not know why that was bad so we looked at the pictures of lady underwear... sure my parents would have freaked out if they knew... but what was wrong with seeing ladies wearing tight shorts? their body was covered, not the "standard same" parts but any unique part was covered.
i barely knew the difference at that age and not yet seen only hearing in pre-schhool-3, anyway any unique parts was covered by shorts and bras and the rest was the same as a man. i could see.
i looked and said "i dont know why you think this is naughty?' phase 2 complete she asked if i wanna know why its naughty and as expected i did so she said "well boy and girl have different body shape and the lady has different shape shorts kuz different shape body. and that was the exciting stuff that the body differs."
cool.
next she said lets play a chase game. "i tammy will lead and you will follow like you are chasing but do not actually catch me." wel that seemd dumb and pointless but i woulda been "bored to death" so i chased her... you adults audience know ladies love when "a man chases them" as long as he stays a safe distance! hahaha.
so we ran circles, repeating a tiny circle around a soft chair in the sirtting room where normal people have their tv.
tammy ran fast! really fast and she was way taller than me age 6 and longer legs but i strained and she paced herself until... she saw i was sweaty. at one point i heard a yell "quiet your gigling is too loud" i guess we were gigling?
next phase tammy sid i should change out of my sweaty clothing... that she had caused the sweat... and wear the pj pants that she brought "because they were soft and comfy" but she had a condition. i must not wear any briefs between my skin and the pants and if i played her dance game i could keep the as a gift.
the color was nice dark blue and thick soft fabric very soft and smooth and comfy.
so i took my bribe and changed out. i noticed that it was "for girls" meaning no opening for a male to pee. just all around fabric.
next came the dancing game.
tammy said "slowly pull the soft pj as high as you can so its tight and then tie the strings like a belt." i did and the soft fabric was tight against my legs and covered my belly too. then she said "now move the belt part from side to side like a hawaii hula dance" and demonstrated as she moved HER skirt from side to side a bit to her left and then straight and a bit to the right which i did not understand yet... but was deasier for her like sliding a curtain to cover a window and uncover. but as you certainly know that same action differs for a boy male at least when the fabric is "tight and high" and as she expected the motion and contact caused the "male finger" to inflate and i felt ashamed that she could see it but i assured myself it was the "same as the bra covering" the unique parts... as tammy had orchestrated.
tammy announced "i knew that would work!" wadya mean? "i made you ready to plug the plug into the slit."
YOU know what that means but i did not understand.
obviously i had a healthy curiosity and combined with an eager teacher... and a yapping babysitter that combination is a parents nightmare!
tammylifted her jeans style skirt which had coverd til her knees and for the first time i saw and understood she was not wearing any layer under her skirt no briefs... same as she had told me to wear the pj... i assumed she was wearing briefs under her skirt coverd by the skirt but nope.
for the first time in my life i saw the covered part of the girls uniqueness when i was around 6 in second grade. tammy asked "wadya see" i said "um i only see you are not a boy and i dont know what do i see?" just a smooth flesh belly down and down to the leg joint. and only the joint i knew that was "not a boy but what was it". and where was the slit she had mentioned so i searched... and between the legs i saw sorta like fluffy plushy lips like a long slot or a slit that was unique.
then tammy explained that was for "when i get older my husband is gonna put his long thing" pointing at the bulge in my pj "into the slot".
i echoed the idea "i gues sthat is whta i wll do with my wife."
"see we are being NAUGHTY" tammy teased.
well now i look back and sadly my wife did not act like married but that was a different time revealing that my prediction was wrong.
fnally the culmination of tammys plan she said "i see you are ready to try NOW"
and considering she saw i was inflated finger she was correct and i was curious so then we did the horror unspeakable yet pleasant act. i lay on my back and the twelve year old covered me with her skirt and moved "the plug into theslot" and i was surprised at the pleasure considering i was too young to be a father physicly i thout that part was not "ripe yet". she was smiling like she was enjoying even more than me!
and i knew siri would not put down the phone.
tammy escorted her sister almost every week once a week for several months but then she got taller and stopd coming but i had a fun time and the fact she repeated several times means she did not regret.
and that is how to do it without needing an abortion! six year old boys do not cause pregnancy!
AND DIFFERING from the song writer and singer... gives NEW UNINTENTIONAL meaning to the phrase "sometimes i let it in... im still good."
intro: i recently read some shocking stats about israel.
they triggered a distant memory from my own childhood abut the "beware of the babysitter" that paarents would be FURIOUSLY livid with rage if they knew... but lil kids are curious and when nobody gets injured they do not understand why adults make such a fuss? are they jealous that we have the same fun they do witht the responsibility of marriage? that is probly what pizd of the adults.
what were the stats? hospitals in cities in israel report the number of abortions and age...
several hundred abortions in a certan city, 80% age 18 and older... 12% age 15 etc. and only 2% age 12. hmm...
2% of several hundred? age 12? that would be a crime in western culture... even "consent" is not considered consent... yet what if the girl asked? far from a lad asking or "grabbing" what if she asked... then the boy might think she wants...
then she ends up with an abortion, as 6 age 12 did... theones needing abortions... without complaining rape kuz she asked... and who knows how many more acted the same without pregnancy kuz young.
well that reminded me of my "fun time" with a "bored babysitter."
WARNING this describes in clean words an act that makes adults furious and not for kids to read... despite happening to a six year old boy with his consent that does not count kuz minor age.
the tale of the nightmare babysitter
chapter one MEET ME
i must have been age 6 in second grade when this story occured in gradual steps as the girl planned and the unsuspecting six year old played along... after all... nobody got injured nr wounded nor even touched until "too late".
both my parents worked the common 9-5 jobs in new york city society. common: except the wealthy then the ma only shops more and more clothes and shoes all day while the "nanny" watches the kids.
all first grade i would return from schooll... obviously long before my parents finished work at 5 pm plus travel time... and they were compeld to hire a babysitter... who they trusted so i would not be alone and "do mischif".
she must have been 16 years old and her name was not siri. when i arrived at my apartment home i needed to press the electric button and wait for her to "buzz me in" to unlock the door of the building then a few stairs up i mean four indoor stairs in two jumps, and turn left and the door of home. almost ground floor.
again i would press the electric bell and she would buzz me in. she would always sit at the table of the kitchen YAPPING on the phone. i was bored and while other brats watched tv my strict parents forbade me watching tv.
i was sposed to do puzzles but my first day after schol, i was too confused bby the colors and shapes and quickly decided this was a waste of time until i am older. in fact he box said "for age nine and older" they knew it was too hard for younger. what could i do? i could read books but they were boring storie nothing ever happened just talking and talking and the toad drove his car and the other car almost hit him so he swerved off the raod... boring. recall that story? wind in the willows and other stories.
siri was yapping on th phone. day after day... i dont know maybe 4 days.
when i would come and say to the teen, age 16 not named siri, "i am bored" she would say "wait i am still on the phone" and yap more for ten... twenty... and more minutes...
the next day when i understood her trick i was prepared and said "will you stop talking in 5 minutes?" honesty she saaid "of course not!" so i argued "then give me an idea now what should i do?" she said that i could play a table game "like you are both players."
so that is how i passed the long hours from after school until my parents came home. sometimes i played "checkers" against myself or other games with luck factors. sometimes it was fun to move in a way that one color would win. then next game so the other won, then i tried to do "the best move" for each side knowing both plans. or luck games like colored cards or dice with dots for numbers.
a year pasd with this habit and routine.
in second grade something pleasant happned...
i would only realize at the "last step" the careful planning of this event.
i returned home as usual to my boring apartment building simple and worse no tv and isolated from "goyish" partners in the building. i had been taught by my parents jews must not tak to "goyim" and tell scary story: "they would accuse us" said my parents of killing their kids and drinking the blood and the goyim were so mad to hear such an accusatin they would come and kill the jews of the town. the blood libel which "was of course a lie we cant even eat the blood in an egg yolk"... altough with my parents personality and cruelty to me... i could see them going too far if they were mad at a certain neighbor... but back to my special day:
after school the car drove me home, no bus for private school.
buzz buzz and i was in and saaw... an older girl age 12. she had convinced her sister that she could come along since siri often complained that "the brat bugd her that he was bored and his idiot parents dont have a tv."
so the 12 year old not named tammy convinced her to come along for a "playmate". but tammy had a certain game carefully pland for this six year old unsuspecting almost innocent child.
the nightmare baby-sitter...
no complints from me i had a great time and we were both minors too young for legal prosecution and when she reads this she probly wont recall.
the first step in "tammy the twelv year old" plan was to earn my trust.
i enterd and she said "hi lets look at a toy catalog together." so we lay on the carpet and togther looked at her toy catalog that she brout some shop maybe "best? c."
we saw the colorful pictures of toys while siri babbled endlessly on the phone in the kitchen so tammy and i talked about the different toys... and she asked me "if i gave you a hundred dollars which toys would you buy?' and we played that talking game.
i did not know that was phase one of a carefully constructed plan.
then she said "lets do something NAUGHTY and look at the underwear section of the catalog."
i did not know why that was bad so we looked at the pictures of lady underwear... sure my parents would have freaked out if they knew... but what was wrong with seeing ladies wearing tight shorts? their body was covered, not the "standard same" parts but any unique part was covered.
i barely knew the difference at that age and not yet seen only hearing in pre-schhool-3, anyway any unique parts was covered by shorts and bras and the rest was the same as a man. i could see.
i looked and said "i dont know why you think this is naughty?' phase 2 complete she asked if i wanna know why its naughty and as expected i did so she said "well boy and girl have different body shape and the lady has different shape shorts kuz different shape body. and that was the exciting stuff that the body differs."
cool.
next she said lets play a chase game. "i tammy will lead and you will follow like you are chasing but do not actually catch me." wel that seemd dumb and pointless but i woulda been "bored to death" so i chased her... you adults audience know ladies love when "a man chases them" as long as he stays a safe distance! hahaha.
so we ran circles, repeating a tiny circle around a soft chair in the sirtting room where normal people have their tv.
tammy ran fast! really fast and she was way taller than me age 6 and longer legs but i strained and she paced herself until... she saw i was sweaty. at one point i heard a yell "quiet your gigling is too loud" i guess we were gigling?
next phase tammy sid i should change out of my sweaty clothing... that she had caused the sweat... and wear the pj pants that she brought "because they were soft and comfy" but she had a condition. i must not wear any briefs between my skin and the pants and if i played her dance game i could keep the as a gift.
the color was nice dark blue and thick soft fabric very soft and smooth and comfy.
so i took my bribe and changed out. i noticed that it was "for girls" meaning no opening for a male to pee. just all around fabric.
next came the dancing game.
tammy said "slowly pull the soft pj as high as you can so its tight and then tie the strings like a belt." i did and the soft fabric was tight against my legs and covered my belly too. then she said "now move the belt part from side to side like a hawaii hula dance" and demonstrated as she moved HER skirt from side to side a bit to her left and then straight and a bit to the right which i did not understand yet... but was deasier for her like sliding a curtain to cover a window and uncover. but as you certainly know that same action differs for a boy male at least when the fabric is "tight and high" and as she expected the motion and contact caused the "male finger" to inflate and i felt ashamed that she could see it but i assured myself it was the "same as the bra covering" the unique parts... as tammy had orchestrated.
tammy announced "i knew that would work!" wadya mean? "i made you ready to plug the plug into the slit."
YOU know what that means but i did not understand.
obviously i had a healthy curiosity and combined with an eager teacher... and a yapping babysitter that combination is a parents nightmare!
tammylifted her jeans style skirt which had coverd til her knees and for the first time i saw and understood she was not wearing any layer under her skirt no briefs... same as she had told me to wear the pj... i assumed she was wearing briefs under her skirt coverd by the skirt but nope.
for the first time in my life i saw the covered part of the girls uniqueness when i was around 6 in second grade. tammy asked "wadya see" i said "um i only see you are not a boy and i dont know what do i see?" just a smooth flesh belly down and down to the leg joint. and only the joint i knew that was "not a boy but what was it". and where was the slit she had mentioned so i searched... and between the legs i saw sorta like fluffy plushy lips like a long slot or a slit that was unique.
then tammy explained that was for "when i get older my husband is gonna put his long thing" pointing at the bulge in my pj "into the slot".
i echoed the idea "i gues sthat is whta i wll do with my wife."
"see we are being NAUGHTY" tammy teased.
well now i look back and sadly my wife did not act like married but that was a different time revealing that my prediction was wrong.
fnally the culmination of tammys plan she said "i see you are ready to try NOW"
and considering she saw i was inflated finger she was correct and i was curious so then we did the horror unspeakable yet pleasant act. i lay on my back and the twelve year old covered me with her skirt and moved "the plug into theslot" and i was surprised at the pleasure considering i was too young to be a father physicly i thout that part was not "ripe yet". she was smiling like she was enjoying even more than me!
and i knew siri would not put down the phone.
tammy escorted her sister almost every week once a week for several months but then she got taller and stopd coming but i had a fun time and the fact she repeated several times means she did not regret.
and that is how to do it without needing an abortion! six year old boys do not cause pregnancy!
AND DIFFERING from the song writer and singer... gives NEW UNINTENTIONAL meaning to the phrase "sometimes i let it in... im still good."
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