Imagine for one moment that you are not yourself any longer.
             Visualize instead that you are a young girl; old enough to know right
             from wrong yet still young enough to be terrified by the dark shadows
             in your room. It is a cool autumn night and your parents have opted
             to attend a party which you are not allowed at. "It will be fine,?
             they say. Although you already know what is to come. Your uncle comes
             over to watch you for the evening, and your parents are so pleased by
             the fact that they do not have to find a sitter. As soon as he
             arrives, your mother kisses you on the cheek and scurries out the door
             to join your father already waiting in the car outside. The nightmare
             begins. His slimy hands casually slide an ebony cartridge into the
             VCR as he smiles at you seductively. You can feel his eyes worming
             their gaze through your clothes every time that he looks at you. You
             feel dirty and violated every time you think about what he does to you
             when you are alone. He walks over to the couch and sits down next to
             you. His hand slithers it way onto your knee and you cringe in
             revulsion. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you,?he chides. Your mind
             feels panicky as you feel his touch in more intimate places and you
             scream involuntarily. His grip tightens as he places his hand over
             your mouth. "We'll have to do this the hard way!?comes his intense
             whisper. You flail your arms at him, but it doesn't help. His
             writhing massive body is on top of yours, and you feel so powerless.
             Eventually, you sink into a sobbing heap and simply wait for his
             passions to stop. You wait for the nightmare to end. When he is
             done, you limp to the laundry room and try fruitlessly to get the
             blood stains out of your clothes. It is all your fault...
             Abuse: The violation or defilement of;
             What you have just experienced is one type of abuse that
             occurs millions...