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I remember when we were selling candy bars for my cheer squad about the age of 10….my friends and I knocked on the door of a huge mansion in the neighborhood. Everyone knew a “bachelor” lived there. Well the person who answered the door was a kid from my school who was a grade ahead of me. I remember saying to him, “I didn’t know you lived here!”’to which he replied “I don’t.” We waited at the door while he went to get the owner, who was a balding middle-aged guy with a paunch. I remember seeing other boys in the house, but from the front door couldn’t get a good view of who was there. The guy bought a bunch of candy bars from us and we left.

You have to consider we were all a bunch of suburban upper middle class girls who had no concept of what was going on in that house, but as we walked away, we were questioning it, agreeing that something seemed weird. But I remember us all thinking it had to do with drugs…and it certainly did, as the next year that kid got suspended from school for possession of quaaludes. But we had no concept at the time of what was going on there. Soon after that, I made friends with a new girl from Boston who rode horses at the same stable as me and we ended up in the same class. She was very well-versed on these sorts of things, having come from a big Yankee city. She’s the one who told me what was really going on at that dudes house…he had a swimming pool and had an open door for teenage boys for pool parties all the time.

BTW, by high school, that kid who had answered the door was a known homo who strictly dated older men.