Let me first make it clear that my parents were both alcoholics, by the time I was 9 or 10 I didn't even know where my mother was and lived with my father and Arnie just outside of Atlantic City. My father and Arnie were both mentainance men at the same Casino, My father worked nights and Arnie worked the day shift and was the one who got my father the job. In 1988 I was ten and the only time I ever saw my mother is when she came around to try to get money from my father or Arnie. She never lived with me then and would dissapear for months at a time. I hardly ever saw my father because I was in school during the day and in the summer months he was either drunk or at the bar. Arnie also drank a lot but he was always good to me and made sure I had something to eat and often bought me clothes to wear for school. I trusted him and evidently so did my father. The house they rented was always a mess and even at that age I was the one who cleaned up their mess most of the time. What took me years to realize is that Arnie was a pervert and took advantage of me. He seemed to be the only one who took care of me and at the same time manipulated me. By the time Arnie got home from work my Father had already left. The first thing Arnie did when he came in was to drink a few shots and beers. Arnie always maade sure there was plenty of food in the house and did cook dinner often but dinner also consisted of a lot of delivery or take out foods. I don't recall how long before this it began but Arnie would take his clothes off right in the kitchen a go around in his under shorts. I don't think I ever thought much of it because I often saw my father in his underware. The difference was that Arnie would somehow get me to come in the bathroom while he was in the shower. He would usually have me bring him a clean towel or another can of beer from the fridge. I started seeing him naked a few times a week and he began coming into the bathroom when I showered or took a bath. I don't think it bothered me because after all I saw him naked also. There were times when my father was so drunk I saw him naked to. I never saw my father with an erection but Arnie had them almost everytime I saw him naked. I didn't know why his penis was hard and don't think I ever asked. It was so long ago I don't know exactly when but Arnie began to undress completly when he came in from work. He would be naked even before he took out the whiskey and got a beer. By that time I had seen him naked so often it just became a common thing for him to undress. All he waould say is that he had a bad day and had to get comfortable. What also became more routeen was that when he went up to get a shower he didn't call me up there anymore but would tell me to bring his beer up for him or get him a fresh towel or get his slippers for him. This is about the time he began masturbating in front of me. I didn't know why he was doing that with his penis but did watch him and remember him telling me he did it because it felt good to him. He never said masturbate or jerk off or anything but only that it felt good after a hard day at work. Once he was showered he never got dressed again and only wore slippers. He began coming in the bathroom as I showered to bring me a cold drink and often a towel, which I already had. He was always naked and just stand talking to me and usually get an erection. Sometimes he would masturbate again watching me shower. He always tried to pursuade me to stay naked but I always put my pajamas on after my shower. He never touched me but took every oppurtunity he could to see me naked and to expose himself to me. In 1990 I was twelve and still this was going on everyday. My father was involved in a bad accident that summer and although he wasn't hurt, three people in the other car were. My father was drunk and got aressted for DUI. I don't remember the procedure but somehow I ended up moving to Hoboken and living with my aunt Kay. After that I never saw Arnie again, rarely saw my mother but did see my father a few times a year until he died in 2008. I haven't seen my mother in over ten years and now don't even know where she is or if she is still alive. Aunt Kay and her husband Will were very good to me and I grew up in a safe and happy lifestyle. By the time I was in my mid teens and began learning about sex is when I realized what Arnie had been doing those years. As I got older I got angry everytime I thought about it and how he used me. I suppose it could have been worse and even though he never tried to touch me I began thinking that some day he would have tried to. That last year with him I probably saw him naked almost everyday and he had me programmed to watch him masturbate in the bathroom all the time. I was naive enough at the time not to say anything when he saw me naked. It makes me mad when I think of all the times he masturbated while I was in the bathtub or taking a shower. He was so bold he just stood ther naked and jerked himself off. I'm 33 years old now and am an executive manager for a large hotel chain that everyone has heard of. I"m married and have a young son. Once a month I go to one of our hotels throughout the country for a few days to inspect the managment of it and how well run it is. Three months ago I went to inspect one of the three we have in New Jersey. It is near Atlantic City and I spent 3 nights there. I was in the managers office the second day and there was a man buffing the floors in the lobby. I almost fell off my cahir because I immediately recognized Arnie. I was 99% sure it was him so I walked out into the lobby to make sure. I asked Doug, the manager, if he had worked here long and he said almost a year. I don't know why I did this but I had Doug introduce me to Arnie and he didn't recognize me at all. I spoke to him for several minutes asking how he liked working for us. He seemed nervous because Doug introduced me as a supervisor from the corporate offfice not that he knew who I was. It took a month and I had to pull strings but Arnie no longer works there. Its trivial revenge on my part but is a little satisfying even though I would like to do more to harm him. Why my father ever entrusted him to live with us I'll never know. My father was always to drunk to realize what Arnie was doing with me all those nights. I don't know what would have happened to me without aunt Kay. She is my fathers sister, but even they never got along well. I live in Staten Island now but see Aunt Kay and uncle Will almost every week and am very close with my cousin Laurie, who is my sons god mother.