We had moved to our 20th or so home by the time I was 5. I went out the back gate to the alley at this new place. I spotted a sack full of mail sitting next to a burning trash barrel. I looked at a piece of the mail. wondering if somehow it has fallen off a mail truck. Then, without warning, a teenage boy, a younger man, grabbed me and started to yell out that I was a mail theif and needed to be turned over to the police. He dragged me into his back door and made me do oral on him. I rushed home as fast as possible; I was sure the police were outside the door by now. My rapest told me the police were going to put me in jail for mail thief. I was terrified. After telling my mom what had happened, I went to rest in my room when there was a pounding at the front door. I cracked the bedroom door and looked. I was a policeman in uniform. I was going to die. Then nothing. I figured my mom had lied to the policeman for me, and I was safe. My third rape was with Ronnie Harris, another male cousin. 1ST cousin, on the Harris side of the family. Later, a top-secret federal employee doubled as a small-time preacher would molest his own daughters. Buddy Huddlestone, my molester when I was under one year’s old. A first cousin.