I was born in , and like my brother, I was raised in this faith. This belief meant, among other things, that my father refused military service. As a conscientious objector, he had to roam the moor in Drenthe for three years, while my mother was at home in Amsterdam with my brother, and later with me as a baby. Not an easy start. Furthermore, it meant that our lives at home, next to work and school, were fully in service of the faith.

It was a late fall afternoon when I was walking home from band practice. My dad was running late in picking me up so I told him I would be walking home and he could pick me up at the park. When I got to the park I needed to go to the bath room really bad, so I went to the public restroom all parks have. I did not see the hole in the wall in the stall until I was hit with a rude and nasty surprise.

Adultstory , Rated That Saturday I played it smart. I told Daddy that I'd be spending the night with friends.