bad vibes - neck massager with heat

My father is doing business in a family office.
A table is pressed against a window by rows of stationery and letterhead, overlooking the pampas grass growing in the garden.
The office is off work.
Limit and include a hi-
Fi system including turntable, tuner, amplifier, two huge speakers and reel-to-reel tape deck.
One afternoon, while my mother and my little brother were outside, I was reading a illustrated novel.
In the wall covered by my front posterteen bedroom.
My father is in the office upstairs.
When he called me and said he had something to show me, I was curious because he traveled a lot and brought back some trinkets.
I was like a faithful labrador, standing in his office waiting for the treat.
As my father walked to his desk, I stared at the frame certificate on the wall.
He took out a torch-sized white plastic object from the bottom drawer.
Then, with this thing, he turned to me.
I see the shape of the end like a bullet.
He took a step towards me and opened the buzzing dildo.
I felt his restless eyes staring at me, and then I heard his voice saying it was a neck massager.
I was intimidated by a strong hunch.
He said he was happy and relaxed. he wanted me to try it.
He pressed the vibrator on my right shoulder and began to trace the outline of my upper body as if I had drawn my outline with chalk.
I was paralyzed by fear and wanted to know where my mother was, I was just staring at the glowing hi-fi dials.
He became bolder and put the vibrator on my chest, but he put something on my chest and I cried from the room and said, "No . . . . . . Stop it. S-T-O-P!
"When I ran down the stairs and came back to my room, I heard him giggling.
He was amused by my pain.
I slammed and locked the bedroom door-too shocked to shed tears.
I feel stupid, embarrassed and naive.
I feel angry and confused.
After that, I avoided being alone with that person under the same roof.
If he walked into the room I stayed in, I would have left right away.
It was not the only time he acted improperly, nor the last time.
I asked my mother for help, but she called me a liar.
In my adult life, I have distanced myself from my parents, but until I grow up and can move out, I have come up with countless ways to stay at home as little as possible.
Growing up in an abnormal family, I learned two things: first, you can't relax your guard because some people can't change.
The second is the value of being with people who deserve your love and trust so that you can thrive and no longer have to seek shelter behind locked doors.
There are a lot of places to get help if you need advice to handle your situation.
Find someone to help you.
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