Let’s get this straight. I don’t condone pedophilia. I myself am a victim of sexual abuse and I realize how reading something that references a particularly painful experience in some one’s life can be hurtful. But speaking for myself, I don’t hold any sort of physical or psychological scars from my experience other than the fact that I am FIERCELY protective of my children. My boys may NEVER participate in a sleepover at any house other than mine because of this but, other than that, there are no other direct effects I can see in my life. And like all writers, I find writing to be a sort of catharsis at times. When I wrote this I may have been feeling some anxiety about my young sons growing up and wanting to go out in the world away from me and that’s why these themes resurfaced, I don’t know. What I do know is that they are topics that deserve to be explored. Topics that we shouldn’t cringe from because of political correctness. I hope that when this story finally emerges from my beta reader’s hands and is made public, you faithful readers–all twelve of you–will give it a read.