Terry got knocked up, married, and divorced by the time she was sixteen, and she was long gone by the time I got my period.

Uncle Frank was a big beefy guy with a red face and hair thinning out on top. He was big, with a beer belly.

He liked to touch me. He was always grabbing me and hugging me and covering me with kisses and making me sit on his lap.

I didn't mind – I love attention, especially from men, and did then, too.

Anyway, about this time I had had my period for close to ten months. My titties sprouted from my chest, and there was a thin patch of hair between my legs.

I guess Uncle Frank had been waiting for me to reach that point for a long time.

It was a night just like any other, when he took me.

Mom went out. She was stuffed into a bra two sizes too small, and jammed in a girdle, and dressed to kill.

She had a hot and heavy date. I knew what that meant – that she wouldn't be home until late in the night, or early in the morning.

Uncle Frank came over, ready to spend the night. He wasn't married, so he didn't have anybody to account to for his comings and goings.

If Mom had been smarter, she would have figured out just why Uncle Frank was so obliging and willing to babysit for a twelve year old kid.

Not that Mom was stupid – she's shrewd enough about things relating to her.

But she goes around a good part of the time in a drunken fog, and she was really hitting the bottle heavy at that time.

Besides, she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Uncle Frank was always willing to babysit at the least little notice, and unlike a real sitter, he didn't charge Mom a dime.

Mom kissed me goodnight and hurried down the stairs to meet her date, who drove up in a big car to pick her up.