“Somehow,” I continue, “being home was better than what I’d dealt with in that home; kids can be cruel, and the carers were just as abusive. So I learned to lie and hide what was going on at home as much as she did because I didn’t want to go back into protective services; it was awful. But the older I got, the more sexual the advances became. She has a knack, you see, for finding men who are all the same, perverted assholes with serious dominance issues and no qualms about using ...