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One was a pasture that preached and preached, and wanted me to come stay with his riteous family. I declined (had a strange feeling). I rather stay in the group home (orphanage). Years later it was found that he had a taste for young boys. He's in jail now.
I had a Pentecostal Priest at the church my mother went to offer me a sleep over. His mother was out of town and we could pray all night without disturbing anyone. I knew I was gay and had already been around a few parks.

Later we , my mother and I, went to one of her friend’s house and I told them his offer. The friend said her son has gone over to his house before and it’s a good spiritual experience.

Her face dropped when I told them he was rubbing my knee and I thought he wanted to do more then pray.

3 months later he was arrested for the abuse of 7 kids and my mother’s friend wouldn’t let me in her house after that day.