Morgan's Story


I met him when I was 11, he was my summer camp counselor, he was 23. I adored him like an older brother and we stayed in touch after camp and hung out every once in awhile. He would take me to movies or the arcade. He had a girlfriend so my mom suppressed the uneasy feeling she had about us hanging out. Then I got my first boyfriend. I was 13. I told my camp counselor that I was nervous to kiss my new boyfriend. That's when he told me I could kiss him for practice and that we could have sex for practice too. He tried. I cried. I never saw him again.