My first molestation experience happened on the way to the hospital. The second time occurred right in front of my husband. Even though he was right beside me, I couldn't bring myself to wake him. I couldn't stop the flood of arousal either, and ultimately climaxed from the molester's fingers. I should have felt disgusted, yet strangely, I felt pleasure. That sensation became unforgettable, and before I knew it, I began indulging daily in fantasies of being molested.