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May 02, 2005

To many in the Old Northeast neighborhood where Sarah Slicker lived and babysat, she was a Mary Poppins-like figure with a brilliant smile, bubbly disposition and a natural ability with children. So when a Snell Isle family that attends First United Methodist was looking for a nanny, a church employee recommended Slicker. The arrangement lasted for three months until the day in January 2004 when Slicker made a life-changing mistake. She was fast-forwarding through a James Bond movie, Die Another Day, when a sex scene appeared. The 4-year-old boy in her care demanded she take off her clothes. Slicker complied, and let him touch her. # posted by masquerader @ 16:24 ::

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a searcher,
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