When I was ten I got this neat early digital camera (the kind that today would be like Sponge Bob or Dora colored "my first camera" for kids) that also functioned as a webcam.
The software was so archaic and I had Windows ME worse yet, but when Comcast came to town I could finally make use of it online, no more stupid AT&T EARTHLINK via Dreamcast LOL.
I used whatever search was big at the time, like lycos altavista lexisnexis dogpile ask jeeves, and found a web site where kids could download wrestling theme songs as .WAV files no less, and I wanted Owen Harts.
After downloading his Slammy Award era theme, not the "enough is enough and it's time for a change" Nation of Domination one, I went to check out the rest of whatever geocities type site it was, and made my way to the guestbook or About page. Lo and behold the chick(!) who uploaded those themes was barely like two years older than me! A female wrestling fan, a female that digs the sweet sounds of James Alan Johnston! The power of the Internet had been unleashed thank you Jesus!
Seriously, never in a million years would any girl in my piece of shit school ever share the same interests as me. I ain't even sure those pop-music idolizing bitches even ate food and shit poop rather used IV fluids and cigarettes to curb hunger. A whole different breed from me.
Now thanks to the World Wide Web, I might have the luck of at least having a pen pal romance even if she was too far to meet.
The problem, though I didn't consider it at the time, was what if there are a 1,000 other chubby wrestling geeks on that site, all mackin' on her, and two years older than her instead.
But I was confident, stayed platonic and WWF concentrated at first, making my way from Q&A on the guest book, to emails, to AIM chats, and finally, though her Stone Age parents wouldn't let her have a webcam, I started sending some GB QOTW worthy goofy "sweded" wrestling videos to her from my camera, then some serious ones about her life in Jr High and my home life and other interests. I found a friend for life, that born like five years earlier never would've been possible. Never fucking possible. Amazing.
So after a while I found out that she's gonna be vacationing on Easter break at a relatives house say an hour tops from Wilmington where I lived. After a lot of convincing on her part, with kind of helicopter parents, her Dad called my grandparents and came to agreement that her folks would pick me up and bring me to their brothers sisters in laws whatever house on the shore for the weekend.
We waited at the local JCPenny's for quite a while, and before cell phones I thought she forgot about me. My grandparents got tired and went off shopping, while I stayed on the benches still hopeful.
Thankfully her Dad came along eventually and all was forgiven cause the reason he was late was he was buying me a sweet championship belt and Kane shirt.
On the way I found out the whole family loves wrestling and Dad and his potential son in law chatted up about classic matches and favorite WWF Divas and so on. He was a cool guy, not strict at all, and he even had Sable's Playboy issue, he showed me LOL.
So we get to their in laws house, I'm super nervous, I don't want to look like such a geek, we go inside, Dad pours me something and says he'll go get Cara. I sit up on the kitchen stool chair.
He comes back in but she's not with him. I ask what happened, he said not to worry, how's the special soda. I started to cry and begged for Cara, he forced his arms against my hips and thighs pinning me to the high chair, I begged let me go, as he wrangled my Adidas track pants down and pulled my little c*** out from my fruit of the looms, and went "shh shh shh shh shh sweetheart" and began s****** me until a dry orgasm. Then he made me finish him off.
I felt such shame I never told my grandparents or police or anybody, plus he showed me his locker full of hunting rifles and promised me grave danger if I ever told. My grades slipped. I began spitting at and jabbing with pens the boys at school. I didn't lose my virginity proper till a prostitute I hired at age 23, the week I was contemplating suicide.
Don't chat with people on the Internet.
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