One of my friends told me that it’s supposed to help with sex. When he was satisfied with my calm demeanor he smiled and stood up. I tried imagining what sex must be like. We were in the woods, not far from the main camp area, just enough away that we were concealed. The two other times after that, he just did the same thing, asked me if I wanted to go for a walk, and for some reason I always said yes, even thought I knew what it meant would happen. The first time he asked, I thought maybe he just wanted to get me alone to talk about what happened; but he took me across the camp to a picnic area that was a ways from where any of the camp activities were taking place, and he turned me around, pulled my shorts down and bent me over the picnic table. Of course I now know that he was still wrong to ask an 11 year old girl to give him head, but at the
