I guess it serves me right that  as soon as I write the “Yes, And” post that I would get a call that makes me question that rule so so so so much. Though, only because what he did want  me to say yes to was shocking me so much that I really thought he must want me to say no. It did not feel like a sexy call at all. It felt like two wounded people meeting in a dark alley to compare horrible life notes and sob into each others arms until they couldn’t help but walk back for more abuse.

Nope! He wanted yes, I never had time to get an “and…” in though, he kept on interrupting me with another question before I could get to the “And,” part of things.

It was soooo odd. He spoke to me really quietly and so so softly. But it didn’t sound creepy at all. He sounded sweet, it was like he was trying to be gentle with me. He was trying to be soft and gentle, like he didn’t want to scare me away.

I thought he was just a pedophile. He was I guess. He was a lot more than that to. He asked me…

“Do you have children?”

“Do you touch your children?”

“Do you like it?”

I only had time to get out Yes. He would come in right away with the next question.

“Did you parents ever touch you when you were a child?”

“Did they still touch you?”

“Do your parents ever fuck your children?”

“Does it make your children feel humiliated?”

“Ummmm….” I was a little stumped. normally the pedo calls want to act like they love it, like the kids are meant to be ‘dirty little whores’ and they are having a great time. “Yes, it makes them feel humiliated.”

“I’m Sorry,” he tells me.

“Do your parents still touch you?”

“Does that make you feel humiliated and dirty? …. Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that you have to go through that.”

It didn’t sound like he was jerking off during this. Like he was getting off at all. He sounded really concerned for me. It started to feel kind of humiliated just by saying, “Yes, it makes me feel humiliated.”

He asks me if I have a husband and I just decided to make some random stuff up.

I told him that my husband left me because my parents tried to touch him like they do to me and our kids and he wouldn’t do it, he wanted them to stop and so they took me and the kids and made me leave him. We had to get divorced and he did not come after me.

There was a few beats of silence, before he tells me, “I’m so sorry. If I were your husband I would let them touch me. I would let them fuck me for you. And I would feel dirty and humiliated and we would hold each other and comfort each other. I would be there for you. I’m so sorry. I wish I was there for you.”

I just thanked him, and he told me we would talk soon.

I hung up the phone and exhaled, “oh my god.”