Introduction
"I didn't kill the Old Man. Can't nobody say I did. Not you nor nobody. Didn't nobody kill him. He just up and died. And why not? He was six weeks older than God, and his time come. That's all. And even if I did kill him by screwing with him, he died happy. They tell me he was smiling real peaceful.
"I give him plenty of fun those last few months. More than lotsa people did his whole life long. He told me so. I didn't mean his sons. They was real good to him on account they loved him. They hired me, didn't they? Just to look after him and see he got his water or whatever when he wanted it. And help him to bed when he got tired. But mostly to be there if the house caught fire or any emergency like that. No, I wasn't expected to feed him but sometimes I did. Snacks, mostly. Once in a while, if the boys wanted to go out early, I'd give him dinner. I didn't have to actually feed him. There wasn't nothing wrong with his hands and arms. Just his legs.
"No, they didn't hire me to screw him. There wasn't nothing like that even suggested. Him and me, we thought of that ourselves. And worked it out, ourselves. A man that ain't got the use of his legs, he can't do much without help. Sure, I helped him. I'd'a had to, wouldn't I? If there was gonna be any screwing.
"And I ain't a tramp, spite of what the cops say. I mean I don't screw for money, like some I know what get away with it, mostly on account they're smarter. Do I get a break? No sirree! They pick me up like I'm a common little two-bit whore. They'd'a booked me, too, if my folks hadn't come down real quick and made a deal with the court for this psychiatric treatment. And at that, they put me on probation. I ain't supposed to screw until I'm eighteen. Three years! They're nuts. Can't nobody go three whole years without screwing. Not anybody that likes it, like I do.
"So you're gonna fix it up so I won't feel the urge, huh? That's a laugh! Honest, how you gonna get rid of something that's built in? Scare me? How? The cops have already scared me plenty, but that hasn't stopped me wanting. Okay! So you won't try to scare me. Just reason with me? There ain't a reason on earth as strong as the one right here in my panties. My little ole cunt. And when that gets itchy-well, I just gotta. That's all.
"Okay, so maybe you know secrets I don't. I 'spect you do. You're educated, with degrees and everything. But I know one secret that ain't so se cret. Been around since Eve et that apple. And that's when you gotta, you gotta. Like going to the bathroom. You just try holding your water for three years.
"So I'm lucky to have parents that go to bat for me? I'll clue you in on something, buster. They ain't doing this for me. They're doing it for theirselves, so's they won't have a daughter in jail for whoring. Like it's a disgrace or something, which I guess it is. But in our crowd, getting caught is the disgrace. I know plenty of 'em-right in our neighborhood-getting their nooky regular. And don't nobody say nothing about it. I even know who my pop is laying, and she ain't no eighteen-No, scrub that. I don't know nothing about it-Come to think of it, I ain't so sure I even heard of it, now that you mention it-My pop? Laying a school kid? Don't be silly! What's all this with 'prosecution'? What for? Because some kid maybe-just maybe, mind you-has itchy pants and my pop maybe-just maybe-takes care of it once in a while? So scrub it. And we start fresh. Okay? Okay.
"I was just about fourteen when I got this job baby-sitting the Old Man, rich as creases-What's so rich about creases?-Oh, he was a man. Named Croesus. Okay-Anyway, the Old Man has got more money than Carter has pills. And he's paralyzed. His legs. The rest of him is all right, figuring his age-How old? I dunno, maybe sixty, seventy. Real old. Even his belly had wrinkles. And his back. I know, 'cause I seen 'em. After all, who screws with his clothes on? Except maybe the first time, like it's an emergency and you don't take time to undress. Just up with the skirt and down with the panties and you're at it.
"Oh, I'd been around. Nothing serious in the way of screwing but I'd had the boys playing around, panting for it. Feeling up, smooching a little, things like that. You gotta expect that when you're built the way I am. I had nice little titties by the time I was thirteen and my legs were real good-looking. What am I talking about? They still are.
"I think it was them that first got the Old Man. My legs. Like I wear hot pants the first couple of times I go there. They show a lot of leg and they fit kind of snug around my behind. Like they're painted on. And they twitch when I twitch.
"The first few times the Old Man asks me to fetch him some water, I figure he's a mighty thirsty old coot. Only he don't really drink much of each glass. Just a sip. And gets me to get some more. Finally I catch on. He's watching those hot pants and how they twitch. And enjoying it. Oh, he enjoys it all right. There ain't nothing wrong with his eyes. Or the rest of him, except his legs. I'll bet he was a regular devil with the girls when he was younger and had his legs and could go chasing on his own.
"He done all right even without legs. Like he had 'em, of course, only they didn't work. I don't know how I'd'a felt if his legs hadn't been there. Like cut off. I think I'd'a felt different. Shivery, maybe. And maybe nothing would've happened. But he looked all right. Whole, I mean. Not a freak type with just stumps.
"Anyway, it was them hot pants done it. Or a lot of it. The rest-or maybe most of it-was what was in 'em. My little behind and my nooky-Nooky! My hot box, cunt, pussy, slit-The name don't matter. It's what happens there. And plenty happens.
"Like I say, I don't have to feed him. Just bring him a snack now and then. And I have to bend over a little to hook the tray on the arms of his wheel chair. Which sort of does things to hot pants. And he'd reach out and pat 'em. Just sort of friendly. And chuckle. So who minds a pat on the be hind? Just kind of reminds a girl she is a girl and glad of it.
"Of course it don't stop at patting. If it had, nothing would've happened. Like what's a pat? A girl can't get worked up over a pat on the behind. But he gets to rubbing it and looking kind of dreamy, like he remembers when he was active and doing more than rubbing. He likes it, so-I let him. Oh, sure, I like it, too, or I wouldn't've let him. It kinda makes things interesting. Helps to pass the time, too.
"Then it ain't just rubbing and patting. It's patting and feeling. Sliding his hands down my legs and back up. All this from behind, you understand. While I'm sort of stooped to set his tray. So I just turn a little bit, accidental-like, and let his hand wander up the front. Inside my thighs. It feels real good, exciting. And the Old Man likes it, too. He runs his hand up and down my thighs, about reaching my nooky but not quite. Once or twice he runs his hands over the outside of them hot pants, which are pretty snug and show just about how a girl's built down there. As if he didn't already know.
"And I get just a little steamed up myself. He don't actually put his hand on my nooky on account my hot pants are sort of tight and restricting. So the next time I don't wear hot pants. I break out my miniskirt and a pair of sheers-real gauzy stuff. The girl that sells 'em to me says they're like cobwebs. Except, of course, they aren't sticky. Just clingy. But loose enough for a little maneuvering.
"And the Old Man does some maneuvering that night. When I turn around from setting his tray, his hand is right there, sliding up and down my legs and creeping up on my nooky, near about getting me crazy. Lots more so than the boys that's been feeling me up. It's an awful good feeling, getting excited that way, from having a grown man's hand playing up your panties and right over your nooky. And then right on it, his fingers playing right along the slit, until I can hardly just stand there and let him play with it. Then one finger slips inside and I'm having fits, all inside my skin from the feelings that run up from my nooky all through me.
"I push it at him a little and his finger goes in deeper, feeling awfully good, only it makes it hard to breathe. 'Specially when he wiggles that finger a little. I near about take off like a rocket. Only, instead, I sort of squat down on it, so it'll go deeper. And feel better, more exciting. With more quivering in my stomach. Ain't it funny? Now, if my stomach was to get the same amount of quivers from eating something that don't agree with me, it don't feel so good. But from a finger up my nooky-that's swell.
"Suddenly he kind of shoves me away, getting red in the face and says, 'Get along with you, gel.' He calls me 'gel' all the time-not 'girl-gel.' And he lays back in his chair, breathing hard. 'Get along, gel. You make me remember too many things. Things that can't ever be again.' Only he's started something in me, remembering how good a piece of nooky can be. Can you remember something that hasn't happened yet? Well, it was something like that. Like I already knew how swell getting screwed would be. I guess that's what makes us all do it the first time, knowing in advance how good it will be. Even when we been told it's bad. Something inside says 'Do it!' and you do it.
"It's like that with me. I'm all hot and ready, with my nooky feeling wide open and wet-and waiting. And I want more'n just a little fingering in my snatch. Only you can't just come out and say so. 'Specially to a guy that ain't really equipped, not having the use of his legs. But there's other ways than saying it.
"So I pretend I don't mind being shoved off and go sit on a low ottoman, right smack in front of the Old Man. It raises my knees so the miniskirt might as well not be there--just them breezy seethrough panties. And the Old Man is seeing right through 'em. I can tell. And it's getting me hotter right down there at my snatch, just having him look. I clasp my hands over one knee and pull it up a little and rock around some on the ottoman so my panties slip aside. And he can see the whole thing. Not even hair to block his view. I don't have hair there. Not then-not even yet-just kind of goldy fuzz.
"So the view is clear. And I wriggle a little on my behind, making things interesting down there. How do I know it's interesting? Well, it interested me, just feeling my parts rubbing together. And it interested the Old Man. I can see it in his eyes. Like they was out on stalks.
"Finally he sighs and beckons to me. 'You're a wanton, me gel. A true heathen wanton. So come here.'
"I come over and stand beside his wheelchair and he reaches for my legs, running his hands up the inside of my thighs for a few times and then slides it right on to my nooky. He sure knows how to feel up a girl till I mighty near scream with excitement. Then he says, 'Ain't any harm in looking, gel.' And tries to see up my panties while he's finger fucking me. It don't work. So I flip off that miniskirt and let him ease down my panties and get a real good look."
That is the start of Jeannie's story of her seduction of the Old Man. It is definitely her seduction of him, since she makes no effort to minimize her role in the affair. In fact, she rather glories in it. In one important factor her story is not typical of the other case histories of these nymphet baby-sitters. Jeannie seduced the party she was expected to "baby-sit." The others have different targets, as we shall see.
However, in the matter of her aggression in sex, she is typical. In all five cases cited here, the young girl was basically the instigator of her seduction. Which would bear out the contentions of the Blau-Bender-Rasmussen study of pre-teen sexual activity, a broad study of young girls from the age of nine to thirteen who had sexual relations with adult males.
The B-B-R study of young girls in their sexual relations with adult males concludes "that they were not the helpless victims but played an active or even initiating role in their delinquency. They might even be considered the seducers rather than the seduced." The study goes on to conclude from the case histories, that "the association in the act of a grown-up, who to the child represents the omnipotent parent (authority), probably condones the aggression." Certainly in none of the five cases cited here, does a single girl child express remorse or regret for her sexual act, only for being caught at it. Since none of the five girls involved appears to have suffered any traumatic experience, this would appear to tear out the B-B-R report that the transgression was "condoned," whether because of the inclusion of an adult male in the act or not cannot be determined on the basis of what is known.
It also bears out Sigmund Freud's postulate that "psychic trauma must come from within." Since none of the girls appear to have felt guilt, there is little likelihood of permanent psychic damage occurring as a result of the sexual act.
A follow-up on the Blau-Bender segment of the study, conducted twenty years later, showed that all the girls who had been involved in sexual affairs with adult males were living normal lives, with only the usual percentage showing neuroses that would be common, and in the same ratios, among "normal" controls, that is, the general run of girl children in their development into adulthood.
Are these five girls unique, or freaks? Are they children with spectacularly peculiar appetites, sexual deviates? Not at all. According to a study conducted by and reported by Maxwell Douglas in his book Documented Cases of Sub-Teen Sex, figures from the California Youth Authority are cited which show that, in the State of California alone "there are more than one hundred thousand cases of sexual activities of young girls annually." He also cites figures from the National Committee on Crime Prevention and Parole as indicating "there are more than a million sub-teens who become involved in sexual activities, annually." A million girl children each year, throughout the United States, have sexual intercourse, usually with an adult male.
Quoting from the UCLA venereal disease clinic which treats an enormous number of young girls, under the age of fifteen, for V.D., about 70% of those between the ages of thirteen and fifteen had their first carnal experience with a member of the family-a brother, father or other close relative living in the home-among those of twelve years and under, more than 90% had had their initial sexual experience incestuously, with a father, brother or other close relative living in the home.
Against these figures, the five cases cited here are puny in number, a mere cipher in this vast array of statistics. In fact, the statistics become virtually meaningless when taken coldly as statistics. Only by close scrutiny of individual case studies can we reach an understanding of what forces motivate these young girl children to commit sex acts with adult males.
Baby-sitting is a very common practice, especially among young teen-agers who want or need to earn spending money, which often their families cannot afford to supply. Are they all potential nymphets? By no means, as these case histories demonstrate. Each girl had some other drive than the mere fact of baby-sitting. The practice simply provided a launching pad for their own particular emotional drive.
It is true, as a study of these case histories will demonstrate, the young teen-ager is subject to enormous emotional pressures. As Freud puts it, she has just emerged from "the period of latency" which he places at from the age seven to puberty. During that time, he states, the child is virtually unconcerned about sex organs, which, from an early age to about seven, occupied a lot of the child's attention and interest. The child's widening world absorbs much of its attention from then until puberty. At that time there are great physical changes, particularly in girls-the emergence of breasts, the development of rounded legs, hip development and the onset of menstrual period, as well as her newly emerging emotions.
It is then, particularly, that parental guidance and understanding are most needed, although, too frequently, neglected. Young teen-agers, particularly of this generation, are for the most part an obstreperous lot, given to rebellion and rejection of authority. Vance Packard, in The Sexual Wilderness, points out numerous factors involved in this "rebellion" among our young.
As Freud has pointed out, sexual experience is one of the most intense of personal experiences and most people indulge in sex for "the hedonistic gratification of the sexual drive."
Initially, Jeannie employed exhibitionism, admittedly one of the major stimulants to sexual activity, to arouse both herself and the Old Man. With the older brother she accepts and enjoys cunnilingus. Among the other girls involved in these particular cases, nearly every one of them, some time during her brief career as nymphet, tries, or has practiced on her, a number of what are often called sexual aberrations.
Such conduct, according to Manfred S. Guttmacher in Sex Offenses, is extremely common. "In many individuals these are the normal components of the sexual foreplay which precedes sexual intercourse and they are often indulged sporadically by quite normal individuals as an end in themselves."
Though, in these five cases, the girl children involved practiced sexual activity-along with some rather odd variants-it is certainly not our intention to imply that they are representative of all teen-age baby-sitters. They are not. Each is a special case, each representing some causation for their particular sexual activity.
Careful study will reveal these causations and perhaps provide an indication of how to correct the cause and thus diminish the number of actual nymphets practicing, whether as baby-sitters, or in some other capacity where the real or potential opportunity exists. Most such protection begins in the home with sympathetic understanding of the emotional needs and drives of the young girl, just emerging from her "period of latency" in sexual matters and growing into her initial stages of puberty. It takes a great deal more than admonitions and "Don'ts" and "Mother knows best." It takes genuine understanding of these needs and a sympathetic approach to the problems that confront a young girl.