Once upon a time, there was a girl. She was young, and spent rather too much time around adults. So when her father's friend started paying more attention to her, she liked it - it was nice to have someone who would play with her. But then the play changed. Ticklefights and wrestling increased, and sometimes he would just hang onto her tightly for no reason she could see. She was confused at first, and a little uncomfortable, but there wasn't anything wrong that he was doing for her to put her finger on. Then the touches increased, and she realized that this wasn't normal, but still didn't understand what was going on. And then, one day, she saw him shaking as she pulled away, and she realized something. She wasn't sure why he wanted to touch her, but it was clear that he wanted it very badly, and it was entirely up to her whether to deny him or grant him that touch. If he angered her, she'd scamper away and not give him the chance. If he pleased her, she'd stick around for him to do what he so desperately desired. In a world of adults telling her what to do, here was a situation where she had control. And thus she learned about power. And she liked it.