Where we slept, a kid was crying and a nun came around. I had to jump back in bed but she caught me. She said, come with me.
She was probably in her forties, a little heavy set. Earlier in day she was beating me, now she has me suckle on her breast.
It's warm it's comfortable, like I was going to get smothered, she holds me like a baby.
At this point I was five. She was soft and warm. That became a regular thing. She’d come around at night. I was glad just not to be beaten. That was the only loving touch I had ever gotten. It was respite from daily violence of my life.
What made me uncomfortable was when I got older. I'm in the bed. Then she came around and would jack me off. Would put her breast in my face and then she would jack me off.
And a younger kid is now on the floor.
Wasn’t just me it was other kids too, just seemed to choose them at random.
