Betty was twelve. She’d run away from an unsatisfied foster home, attempting to get back to her birth family, had been losing for four months and lastly come about in a youth security center, twelve hundred miles from her home.
“I was too afraid to put out my thumb for a ride by myself and met this man who seemed okay and he said I could hitch-hike with him. We got a drive to a different town and he purchased me some dinner. He desired to go play pool for a bit with some guys he recognized and said I should wait for him in the lobby.”....................Child sex abuse
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