The Unique Eunuch

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No matter To Whom the Bell Tolls, you never get the message, stay clear of The Woodsman, I
 Saw him in my dreams, it was as if I was in a real life Scary Movie, but you couldn’t hear my
 Screams. Don’t go Deep into the Woods, The Reservoir Dogs are barking, the sound is like A
 Touch of Evil. There is no safety in Numbers, The Beast loves the Scent of a Woman, he looks
 to Devour, his Jaws are wide open, Once Bitten starts the Countdown to your Final Hour.
For such a young girl, you wouldn’t think she had her rituals, the little routines that kept her in
her happy place, and yet she did. First thing in the morning she would brush her teeth and wash
her face before getting dressed. Every morning she would turn on the radio to hear her favorite
deejay play her favorite songs. Every night would end the same way, brushing of her teeth, 
washing up, getting into her pajamas and listening to music as she fell asleep. So why would
this day be any different?
Saturday’s routine was full of fun, as usual, then taking a break from all of the horseplay 
from outside, as usual, the young girl went inside to sit in her favorite chair, as usual, she
turned the television onto her favorite Saturday afternoon dance show. Not as usual was
a knock at the back door, who could it be? Uncle Charlie wants in, it had to be cool
even though she’s alone, the rest of the family was next door, including my aunt, his wife.
What could he want, just saying hello he said, he asked the young girl what was she 
watching on t.v., Soul Train was her answer, as she sat back down in her favorite chair,
to continue watching her favorite Saturday afternoon t.v. show, as usual. 
Uncle Charlie chose to watch over the young girl’s shoulder as he leaned into the back 
of her chair, not as usual..  "I love you, he said, do you love me?"
"Of course, she said, you’re my uncle."
Slowly he slid his hands onto her shoulders, "Not as an uncle", he said, as he slid one
of his hands around to her small young breasts. Shock and fear went through her
body, what was happening was not as usual.
Just as Uncle Charlie slid his hand further down the front of the young girl’s body
she found the strength to jump up and run, she ran as fast as she could towards
the voices of friend’s playing outside. Safety in numbers, was her thought, no way
would he follow her, or would he show his hand so daringly? Afraid to look back,
she joined in the horseplay, if someone called her name, she would not have
heard it, the only sound she knew was the loud beating of her own heart. 
Not as usual, she played until dark, not as usual, she was one of the last
to leave the park, not as usual, she asked a couple of friends to walk her home,
not as usual, she lie awake till dawn. The room held shadows that seemed to
move and as the house became quieter she could still hear the whisper of a voice
she could not block out, "Do you love me?"
Not as usual, no more routines.  
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