‘I have a life size poster of Jacob in my room. Every day (and night), when I walk by the poster, I’d place my hand at his, well, crotch. It became a habit that I would obliviously touch at that area. One day, I felt someone grabbing my wrist and I saw it was coming out from the poster. Slowly, he came out and said, “Would you like to touch it?” while undressing. Would you think I’d refuse the offer? Nope. I’d let him undress me, too, and throw me onto my bed.’

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