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I was almost 11 when it first happened.
My Mom owned a small two room summer cabin in an older resort beach area. Her best friend, Anne, who lived at our house, also had a young son, Rob, he was only 8. Anne, would stay at our cabin through the week so us kids could have a holiday and my Mom would come down on the weekends. So all week we’d be there alone with Anne. Anne was about 40 at that time. Dark hair, nice looking and a robust woman.
One night about