The primary abuser did so until I was 14 and I told him no or I would tell. Of course I had already "told" but wasn't believed. After all, he was my father's best friend and my sister's father in law. He wouldn't do something like that. Poppycock.

He's been dead a number of years now. He's buried in the plot next to my parents. When I go back to the hometown I usually bring a couple of quarts of my urine and pour it ever so slowly across his name on the marker. I enjoy that immensely. Would never have been able to sue or prosecute him in that town.