Small Town Mystery
Did My Small Town Have More Predators Per Capita Than Most
I began getting hit on by grown men when I was twelve
I don’t know how many men in our town of 4,955 people were predators, but I know there were more than a few. I know because of how I was treated as a pre-teen and young teenager.
“I heard my Dad say something about you,” the girl whispered to me,
“He said you had sex with the Youth Center director.”
I was fourteen years old.
I barely knew of B. Johnson, the man who spread the rumor. As far as I can recall, I’d never spoken to him.
The Youth Center director was a nice man. He was kind to me and my friends. He ran the Center where we held dances. It was a rundown, empty building until he came along. On the weekends, some of us as teenagers painted paisley designs on the walls while he did repairs in order to get the Center open for us.
He never said or did anything inappropriate to me or the others who worked to get it ready. Not that I can remember or heard about.
I was a virgin until I was eighteen, and I married him during my first year of college. He was a few years older and not from our…
