Sounds like a way bad idea to me. I know little girls, and little boys as well, can be incredibly cute, but what sexual attraction grown men and women feel toward them escapes me. There are a whole slew of changes that only begin at puberty that make for a competent adult sexual animal.
I am sure that sexual predators have prayed on our youth since the beginning of time. I only ran into one instance of it when I was a teen. I was 15 at the time and driving over to see my girlfriend. My dad’s car suddenly died on my in a distinctly bad neighborhood. A seemingly kind gentleman stopped as I was peering under the hood, and asked me if I needed some help. I explained where I’d been going, and that the ignition system had cut out on me.
The man, perhaps mid forties, said he could give me a ride over to my girlfriends house where I could call for roadside assistance or a tow. I accepted and jumped in his car with him. We’d only gone a short way when he mentioned that we would be passing right by a vacant apartment he owned, and asked if I would mind if he stopped there briefly to see what shape the previous tenants had left it in. I didn’t sense anything wrong, and said sure. He invited me into a two story house and made a show of checking each room, but as he did so he began to quiz me on increasingly intimate details of my relationship with my girlfriend. When he got off into whether I liked to have my cock sucked, I knew I was stuck on his turf with a nut case.
When he turned to investigate another room, I hung back and suddenly made a dash for the front door. I was worried he might have a weapon hidden somewhere in his place. The screen door was latched so I crashed straight through it and ran the mile to my girl’s place. I must have looked quite a state when I got there, because her mom and dad instantly asked, “What happened to you?”.
I explained the whole sordid affair. Her dad, a sheet metal worker who was a veritable mountain of a man, got so angry he packed me in his car with him, and we went back looking for my would-be abuser. We easily found the house he’d taken me into, screen door still hanging in tatters. Of course, his car was gone, but we did rendezvous with the police there and I showed them the home he had taken me into.
Apparently, mine was not the first complaint. They already had him on their radar screen. Since he hadn’t actually done anything illegal to me, they just took a report and thanked me for further confirming the guy had a problem keeping his hands off underage boys. I hope they nailed him before he nailed too many other hapless kids.