Seduced

In 1969, he called me on the telephone. He said he knew Bruce and wouldn't it be fun to get together. I knew what was implied. I was only 14 but I had some experience with so-called experimentation and Bruce had been a gifted lab partner. We made a date to meet in the parking lot of the nearby laundromat.

He was older than I expected. Decades older. He had a young face, red hair, and wore a dress suit. His patter was perfect and the adrenaline rush from the entire experience fueled my curiosity and drive. I was easy prey.

He drove me to a road "out in the country", away from the lights of our small town. He pulled the car over. There was no traffic. No one. It was a very dark night.

After the first time, he called me about 3 more times. He usually just took me to a motel. Once we drove downriver from Port Huron to The Little Bar where everyone seemed to know him. That was the only time that a meal was involved, as if we were on a date. There always was alcohol. And.......

I realized on the last night of our encounters that I was being used. He pretended to reciprocate but clearly only wanted to fuck me. From the first it was all about him and what he clearly wanted. So, I decided to ask him for money.

He dropped me off for the last time on Stone Street between the Blue Water Bridge and the laundromat on the corner of State Street. Besides pissing him off with a money beg, I had pissed him off earlier when I called him by the name I saw on papers in his briefcase. I peeked at them while sitting in the car waiting for him to open the motel room. He admitted to having given me a false name. It seems he was someone important. He may have been a judge, or lawyer, maybe someone involved in the juvenile justice system or special education or counseling? ..... somehow there is a link to Bruce.....

So, I knew he was Dave something...... Gray or Grey or something..... And the request for any dollars that he could spare must have been what finally soured him on my very very young ass.....

Very few people know about what happened to me that Fall. Only one of the half dozen counselors that I've spoken with over the years ever clearly said the word rape. The man was at least 30 years older than me and is probably long gone from this life. And, he raped me.

He called me on the telephone once more in 1979. He sounded drunk and desperate to see me. He offered me money...... I reacted badly and never heard from him again.