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Robert was 11 when he hurt himself playing outside. Being a good neighbour I brought him inside to tend to his wound, and I helped myself to his cock. I was sitting out on my patio one summer afternoon, enjoying reading my latest crime book and sipping a glass of cold lemonade, occasionally watching a group of neighbourhood children running around and playing on the vacant land behind my house. The land was overgrown with weeds, bushes and old rotten trees, they seemed to be having fun until I heard one of them scream and cry out, I got up from my seat and raced over to see what wrong, one of the boys had cut himself on a sharp broken branch, “Oh dear. Come with me, sweetie, let’s take a look at that for …