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Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 56
and then when Montoya moorman and Adulf Cain made love, the world is different in between the sheets. Sex lives of humans is like whirlpool with endless querries and stories. Every experience is different and every encounter is memorable in its own way. But there are some stories that sound weird or bizarre but also makes you think about one’s own issues and shortcomings. Montoya wrote in her diary thus:I’m sleeping with a boy I'm surpposed to be giving therapy. but he feels like my boyfriend for about a year now and we have a pretty exciting life. Recently an incident happened which later felt a little creepy to me. We were changing after swimming in my pool and he was soon going for a vacation with his family(new ones). Just so that I do not miss him, I wanted to ask for his worn shirt which I could keep to smell closer to him. But when I started speaking, I somehow asked for his used underpants instead. The next thing I know, he puts his worn underpants in my bag. As soon as he l
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 57
she came, loitering from the crowd through and into the snow where the therapist could watch , before arousing and finding out again that all shehad seen was merely,again, just another huge grand joke, so that she thought best , that the right action and move to make was to keep a diary. she had seen it in doctor H's eyes when she had accused her of being an accomplice to the diappearance (not death, oddly) of the very boy of her nightmares, adulf cain. she had seen it in phil's eyes, his sad introspection when they all gathered her in the bed of the huspital.it felt so frightful that there wasnt anything known as a london bridge cult, or the existence of of one that still remained a surpport group.the surpport group died years before. neither had she seen bucharest so durty before, or known what life Adulf cain lived with his parents, or knew that hammerstien was married once first to damaris---although all true, this was from damaris telling her, and not some wierd dream, that she
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 58
I have some secretes too, and im going to say them to you, all at last, this happened when Philbert's mom, who was an impossing old woman, shorkingly also a very intruging one came over to see me at the huspital in her black st john knit tuxudo suit--for someone that old. Unfortunately for me who was still bedridden and seeming as though i had awaken from a somewhat long, unbreakable coma.The old woman readjusted the pillows behind my head and tugged awkwardly at my huspital gown trying to seem nice , only once before the nurse (H's assitance) would leave her to me.I could not believe that philbert's mother, of whom happened to be running for governor, was indeed a very wealthy woman. We had stollen away to marry, i and Phil after his fathers disapproval at the convent, but hardly did i realize what philbert moorman had given up just to have me.It was such a complicating feeling to experience.When the child who happened to be my nurse was gone, mrs Wade moorman fixed me with the m
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 59
Soon did I realise that Mrs wade wasn't upset that I was a pedophile to other children too, but only that I had currupted Adult and made him weak in a sense that still seemed uncomfortable to comprehend. Only that a political career and ambition seemed more important that anything else. I felt sick to my stomach. I had Allied myself to a family that was destined to hate and reject me... This was not out of love, our marriage, but of advantage, he saw me as a therapist, not a pedophilec one, and saw the potential in grooming a normal boy from me... Damaris was ignorant, but not her husband Bruce, who knew that we were to meet, not just by fate but a pre-planned deal. It still seemed incomprehensible to accept. I had been wincing then from a stunning rejection by a man that had disvirgined me, and also rejected me after use. It had been Philbert's moment, to prove the loyal. Although he was not as handsome or strong like a Texas ranger. I hadn't actually loved Phil, but I saw him like
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dear diary.I think I am not really back on the scene of life and I am not too sure that I ever will be. I have decided to accept this as my solemn reality and argue no further with my senses. I believe what ever is brought to me.Dr Quinn, who was introduced to me from my husband took one look at me and I got the sudden feeling that indeed I was truely done for. "you're something, doctor Montoya." Quinn said"I think that this is PTSD and you are going through what the lot would call a post traumatic stress disorder. we would need to talk this out and of cause it is treatable. what you think are your hallucinations are more scarier dreams and you wake up everyday from each of them." he smiled thinly"follow me to the inner sanctum." he led the way down a wide hall, with a polished wood floor and red Oriental rugs. an enormous hairy cat sat on the hall table. it reached out and tapped me with a paw as he started past."hey, Gary."the cat made a sound like a sweaky toy, jumped to the f
Fake London bridge is falling down PROLOGUE
The devil walked into his room about 5:45 am. His hostel did not have a large room but there were separate beds and a shared bathroom. He's was the end conner, beside a cherubic kid who had a father too who was too fat to do anything. But he was the only skinny kid in room 6, save Gopher, but no one attempted bullying-although it was no longer seen as a matter offense, nerds took a jab ones in a while, which was okay, if physical damages weren't severe. But not this kid. Everyone was afraid of him-he hadn't beaten up a nerd hater before, he hadn't said a word of defiance to any senior, it was just that he was too goth. The kid did not have the ability to form an expression. He looked on at those who oppressed and who we're operessed with a stoic face, he did not report to principal Hammerstien. They decided to call him the blue boy. The boy who ate little and read alot of books with a cover that deserved judgment. He was the kid whose mother never came
Fake London bridge is falling down Authors note.
My sister asked me once if I ever planned to get married. I quite recalled telling her that I did not know but that the only thing I ever planned were my novels. Years back mother had said to me that if I were sick, and if a book was brought to me and I did not lift my head to read the words on the book, the doctor had a right to pronounce me dead. I've always loved for my work to be published, if you're going to be reading the book, and if you read that far, I should be glad then. (A terrible procrastinator that I am) if any of my words should speak to you-- in definition, if it makes you notice some things new about life, you might share so deeply some personal thoughts with me that I could express not through allegory and symbols, but in words. This book, might be quite too long for you when I am done (if I ever am), too melancholy or dehumanizing, but it promises to foresee a disregarded virtue. I have so loved reading since I learnt to understand words, it s
Fake London bridge is falling down CHAPTER 1
The psychologist was head buried in Antonio Damacio's book, the feeling of what happens next although she was a Daniel stiegs regular. She was not a woman accustomed to darkness. The room was dark save for a dull lamp used for reading, the entire home electrically dead. She decided to channel her mind where ever her distractions led as long as they did not rest on the shadows. It reminded her of her claustrophobic childhood. Whatever had happened to the electrical outlets, had killed it-a power surge, or an unnoticed problematic old wiring, she could not tell. She was mowing the lawn outside this afternoon when the room lights blipped off, the entire home dead. It had not kept her up and nervous, but it did now. She questioned herself awely why she hadn't called for the electrician ealiar. It was quite responsible to allow that she was a very calm woman herself, right now, the book was paying off. She was at page 32 when there was a barring sound, like two h
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