Lost my parents early in life to an automobile accident and had to live with grandfather. My uncle would come by to visit and I always liked when he did. He was someone that would spend time with me throwing the ball, or whatever activities. As time passed, my grandfather became more protective of me and wouldn’t allow visitors very often. That’s when the grooming and subtle advances began. He was starting to expose himself and wanting me to touch him. If I didn’t follow through with his demands punishment was a certainty. Long story short, I was made to be his service boy as he called me. And then like someone flipped a switch we began to have visitors again. I was excited to know my uncle was coming to visit again. He came in and first thing he was interested in was asking his dad if he had been successful at training the boy. From there until my late teens, I was used as their service boy for them mostly but occasionally others would come by for card games or sporting events on television.