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doctor montoya wanted to hear every word of what philbert had to say, but he was asleep.doing quite alright, according to Dr H who did not like sharing every clinical ideas with her victims caregivers.and while philbert was being fed with a tube on his nose, recovering quickly as stated, montoya moorman left the house--with the diary, which had gained more importance as the day passed by.six men had attacked her husband for the diary of her deceased client. had they known she was with it, unless otherwise..."Rylee what's wrong?"it was Philbert back from home, but not injured.she jumped"we're not in the hospital?""hospital? what are you saying.""oh God. it's happened again.""the hallucinations?"he hugged her while she sobbed on his shirt."I can't tell what's real or not real anymore Phil.""I'm always here with you. I'm real."he said. ******he made coffee while Dr H had just finished checking up on her. "why would you want me to check on what pseudocide is all about?"philber
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montoya moorman called Mrs Damaris Cain for a reason--to play the game-a game she had no idea of it's rules. they talked to length, she was glad Damaris apologized for the attempted kiss, confessed that she and Jenna,Charles Roach wife had been hitting it ever before Jenna got married and they couldn't anymore--that she was lonely. however, montoya did not know she felt no irritation at the attempt.she drove back to penermans drive , hoping Damaris would not mistake this for an acceptance to flirt. she did.Damaris was glad to see her, wasn't glad when she told her she wanted to check out her son's room again to get into his head, her way of missing people. not a perfect lie, but a straight forward one at least.Damaris Cain allowed her, said she would be up to shower. at Adulfs room ,the therapist wondered whether Mrs Cain was planning to put on some sexy underwear to seduce her. she wasn't crazy,wouldn't attempt that.doctor montoya ransacked his bookshelf, the non fiction section
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brother mark let in dr montoya moorman into his chembers where Doctor H , who montoya was now distrustful off, ran her tests."you can't see him now." H said."I have to."there was a fair exchange of glances. doctor H propted her glasses"Jesus,you shouldn't even be here, you're unwell your self.""I don't need you to tell me."the therapist frowned"I feel fine.""is it Rylee?"asked the priest, the words barely a mutter."I know you came here to ask him about Sara. Adulfs girlfriend.""and how would you know that Mrs H?"she humphed"Philbert was worried about you. he told me about your assumptions and worry. I'll spare you the stress of trying to get a rational word out of his mouth, we can grab coffee.""you talk everything you know.""fine. and you do Philbert a favor of going back home." ****funny enough, they went to the blue monkey bar, but not to grab coffee, Dumont Bucharest had my heart is a black hoe on his stereo, still a big geek on depressing music.he served whisky.while
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now, here was how Adulf Cain got to end his life, for it was rumured that who ever got to sleep with the anti Christ lost their lives. the 15 year old was a frequent costumer to vergil's red light. usually, you pulled out good dollars a session , so long as you could fake sounds and love what you did. he was also a somewhat erotism idealist, assuming he were to found some philosophy,he would have began with the virtue of good sex.but for a prostitute,money was the dominant factor to the work. you didn't need a small room to start, although according to Sara you needed a small room, one that had a window , perhaps like De wallen where you could charge for oral or penetration. to meet costumers, Marcos bar (the blue monkey) was surely the right spot. Dumont Bucharest was gay,so it was hard paying in any kind to redeem taxes. but as the prostitute increased together with the violence, and as things never quite matched up to what the good mother had supposedly stated it would have been.
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now Adulf Cains memories was haunted with the memories of the night,the girl, once there ,standing behind the red lit glass doors--he'd spent many hours googling about vampires because she made resemblance to them. but Sara lutz if a vampire had made him one too. she was a vampire who dressed in fancy underwear trying to attract the attention of passbys through the window.people strolled, and hardly enough that they did not notice her--they knocked to negotiate price,the curtain to close behind them and for the stranger to use her however he wishes, as long as the deal was sealed with the good mother.of cause there were drug sellers of which Adulf and Sara frequented, she told him that to be safe, now that she had bitten him, he needed to stay high, because being low could terribly hurt him. it sounded like fiction ontill he felt the microscopic movements in his vains and bloodstreams, repeated tests to confirm that nothing was wrong with him. now she , who knew alone how she had go
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dumont Bucharest called her aside on one of her frequent visit to the blue monkey, he wasn't looking agitated but the therapist felt so."anything wrong with business, Marco?""nah."he said"I been wrong, you deserve to know.""know what?"she asked."something very important I'd like to discuss with you.""I'm I dreaming this?""no, you aren't."he replied.he told her that Adulf Cain wasn't dead. H did the work. *****doctor H knew the therapist was armed, hence she had to cooperate. armed with knowledge. she was sitting calmly at her desk at sampton huspital when she saw the glint on the therapist eye when she walked in and found out she had known more than she was supposed to."what's going on?""you helped fake Adulfs death."said montoya"putting Mrs Cain to misery, the poor woman thinks her son is dead. I must tell her."doctor H jumped."no, you mustn't.""why not."montoya said"I shouldn't have trusted you. you're a heartless scumbag.""it's not the way it looks Rylee.""don't call
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it rained later that night,little furious drops, Montoya alone in bed and Philbert no where to be found. she wondered where he was right now, and what the heck he was doing. damn him, damn Roach, damn all of damn, damn Philbert, they were all liars. scumbags! she felt her eyes get wet, but she determined them to be cold. she wondered why she felt to concerned for life that wasn't her own, but damn Philbert, he couldn't be right..he too spent his life bantering on other lives that werent his.the annoying part of the entire story was that she didnt know what this all was about.she didnt have an idea if this was all a dream, and she would wake up to find that it had been a terrible night mare. ask Montoya, early on, she believed to have heard that whistle, to have seen the ghost of Ursa and smelt alcove every single day-- the presence of Adult Cain, the client that sent her to bed worrying.doctor Montoya got up from bed.she began to write everything she knew, and all her suspicions,
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the more the therapist wondered about these cases the more she had to assume supernatural causes, being religious. she feared that if beyound her, there was little she could do to investigate and solve. father borgolio Bernardo could be a helping hand.she feared that reporting to the police would generate nothing but a supernatural deduction from the matter that they did not care to know,stupid. theyd rather Tell her she needed assistance for her mental health, and given that she was a child therapist, that wasn't something she wished getting outside.the police would rather conduct an embarrasing check on her welfare, if seeming necessary they would be refaring her to some appropriate government agency or the known support group,the London bridge.the London group bridge, it'd never gotten to her head untill now. no one would believe how believeable her hallucinations had been,she wondered why she felt forefront at determining statistics to what could be refared to as hidden crime.
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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
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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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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
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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
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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
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Even after you've mastered the climb up the Eiffel Tower, spotted the Mona Lisa at the Louvre, and footed every mile of the Golden Triangle, Moynihan suggests taking the quick 45-minute train ride just outside of the city to the Champagne region. Or, set out to another neighboring city, Rheims, for "a day of tasting tours at historic producers like Taittinger, Pommery, and Ruinart; most tours include transportation from Paris." To slow down the pace, "combine a city stay with nights in a country hotel like the Napa-meets-France-style Royal Champagne resort and Spa."Adulf had said on their flight, his arm wounded about her waist doctor Montoya , drugged into her pedophile tendency of The Honeymoonist is a longtime travel editor and writer who started her Virtuoso-affiliated travel planning company seven years ago. She's visited 60 countries and sent clients to six continents, she remembered.As anyone who’s been to Paris knows, there’s really no bad time to go.*****"Sure, it’s cold
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Parentified children take responsibility for practical tasks like cooking, cleaning, and paying bills. They put their younger siblings to bed and help them with homework. They also take care of their parents covering mom with blankets after shes passed out on the couch, acting as her crisis counselor or confidant (sometimes this is called being a surrogate spouse), bearing the heavy burden of trying to solve adult problems.Often parentified children are the oldest or middle in the birth order. he showed her to her room after probably drugging her. her best guess because he swore the next morning that she had said that she really didn't want to go yet.Charismatic people have a natural tendency to get what they want. If you want to manipulate people, then you need to work your charisma. You should be able to smile and light up a room, have approachable body language to make people want to talk to you. You should also be able to hold up a conversation with absolutely anyone, from your
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It’s December 1st, perharps the beginning of the best time of the year. the second week of November was his beginning because he would decorate his room Christmas, very unAdulf like. he was not the only one in my small town of vergil, Virginia, to go all out for the holidays. It was a tradition here to put Christmas lights on anything and everything you can. It was one of the things that made this time of year light-hearted and enjoyable. People say if you put your decorations up early it makes you happier. he fully stood by that theory.when Adulf Cain opened the door after the times chimes.he was shorked to see Mrs Montoya moorman. ****“i won't get mad. I promised myself that when I saw you I wasn't going to get mad. I understand everything now. you did the hallucinations. they're all afraid of you, how much is this one?” Montoya asked, pointing up at a brand-new snowy landscape painting that he had just hung on the wall today.she looked him up head to toe, he looked very differe
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Clearly now adolf understood that's the vacation resort owned the hotel building that he now sees one of the rooms he must have slept in last night. As he walked a Distance he bumped into a bunch of anime kids holding a wish list and magic bands with air travel resources accompanied by the Egyptian dressed couple. Damaris and Bruce tried acting unconcerned but both were aghast that the child the one with the wolf grey hair kids his size and height that crossed his arm and held his chin up high , checking his watch, had a deadpan facial expression with a condescending body all the more dominating. Adolf Cain was less engaged in his world.Today damaris was wearing a coloured spotted dark blue sleeve silk and texture she looked like a rich business woman my phone results willing to let her mind wonder for onceShe got close to Adolf he saw her Isis they were turning down in lights, houses were playing her favourite sure tease she was relaxed and present. Isis brightening as the nose see
