Daddy called it his ‘pee’ hole. I call it the ‘peep’ hole. Giggle giggle giggle.
Why? Cuz the ‘thing’ peeps out of the hole at me, that’s why.
And your father wanted you to do this?
Mm-hmmm (nodding her head voraciously up and down). Daddy is so silly, isn’t he? (she begins to fidget in her chair)
Can you tell me more about the pee, I mean ‘peep’ hole and the ‘thing’?
Sure. (she grabs her lollipop off of the desk and starts sucking on it, twirling it around in her mouth as she speaks. Spit starts dripping down her chin.) Ummmm….he makes me take his thing, yeah, his “THING”, you know, (she points to her crotch and begins to giggle again) out but ssshhh. It is supposed to be our little secret.
Your daddy makes you take his penis out of his underwear? (the therapist’s pen pauses in mid-sentence and he looks down at her over his thick horn-rimmed glasses.)
No, silly, he makes me take his ‘thing’ out of the ‘peep’ hole because, you know, it gets all stuffy inside of there and needs some air.
And what do you do? (the therapist continues looking down his glasses at the little girl in front of him. She is still sucking on her lollipop, twirling her tongue on the tip of it now.)
Well, I do what daddy tells me to, of course.
You take his penis out of his underwear?
NOOOOOO. I already told you. I take the ‘thing’ out of the ‘peep’ hole, silly.
And then what happens?
Well, sometimes, if the thing is already stiff, it is hard to get out of the peep hole but that is okay because daddy says that he likes it when I struggle trying to get it out. He says it turns him on, but I don’t really know what that means because, like, is daddy a light bulb or something that needs to be turned on? Anyways, if the thing is limp then it is easy for me to stick my little hand in there and pull it out but if it is already stiff it is a bit harder.
She puts the lollipop down and begins sucking her thumb and moving her legs back and forth under the desk now.
What does daddy do while you are pulling out the thing form the ‘peep’ hole?
Oh, ummmmm, (thumb still half way in mouth) he just lays there on the bed. Sometimes he is talking to me and telling me things.
What kind of things?
(A blank look comes over LJay’s face. She stares off into space.
The girl is disassociating, the therapist observes. He writes some things down in his notebook. We are done for today.)
to be continued…
