Roberta Plesko (alias) was a real pig. Fatter than a zoo animal on every part of her body, most notably her hips. But she was an even fatter pig in other ways. I was a young delinquent teenager, good looking, so older women tended to like me. Roberta questioned me every time she saw me. She wanted to know every single detail of my sexual encounters. I was only 14, and naive, so I gave her the information she requested. I wish I’d beaten the shit out of myself for cooperating. I thought it was part of my counseling. Naive!!! Roberta’s grandfather founded the place which got her her job. She said she had some kind of 2-year degree in occupational therapy from ECC (easy credit college), then took a few psychology classes, who knows where. She was NOT qualified. She didn’t like it the one time I mentioned her grandad. I feel SO exploited, used, victimized. Ooohh, if only I could find her. She probably knows now that I want to hang her from a clothesline and beat the fuck out of her with a ball bat. I’d watch the dust fly off her fat body like a carpet, and feel that some justice was done. If a “counselor” did that today, I’d have her victimized in a rough prison for child abusers.

I plan to turn this into a much longer story.