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CHAPTER 3

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Sponge bob was a sensual symbol. Adulf cain was sensual. He slept with with a Hispanic at 8, an idonisian at 9 (Ursa) and finally Sara--sara who would be the end of his life.

Finally Damaris watched a fox news on an argument that sponge bob was messing with kids brains, she cut the show for her son but it'd been too late? Did not sponge bob go back to the middle ages to find an unhappy fish who attempted slitting its own throat? 'Someday.. But not today. 'He said. And did not squid ward hang a rope from his ceiling saying 'I just can't seem to get happy.. Maybe this will help. '

Noteworthy that today Adulf was clinically depressed and an addict at 12, (at the time he seeked help.) And at 12 it was that he matured to value the prison of Azkaban, of the harry potter series, coincidence it was released on his birth year. While there had been a Tamagotichi frenzy, where kids skipped class to feed handhead digital pets.. Kids were physically trampled upon to buy a limited edition of TY toys. Adulf did not join the crazy era to desire doc martens boots or Hart Simpsons T-shirt, or trying to dress all Alicia silver stone in Clueless, adulf was embracing instead a far more backward culture, the goth, against a backward baseball hat.

A man, of whom might have been his mothers lover, or husband(she previously had been married to six) had read him Goosebumps, a best honor horror fiction dedicated to ruin children's imaginations.

Leaving USA and back to wales, was leaving trends of oversized denims he so detested. Three square meals became rarer and rarer and Adulf grew skinnier and meaner(Damaris cain had been fired from a very prominent work in the UK, which had been the reason of her flight, over a scandal, an affair with her CEO and the executive vice president )

His mother became a pole dancer, a porn actress, and many more. She was as beautiful as Cleopatra, perharps had followed her principle into thinking sex was a good tool in foreign and work policies. His mother approved of it. Sex act on a number of 100 roman dignitries and keeping the entente cordiate with mark Anthony and Caecer, to Damaris cain, Cleopatra was only a beginner. And when, coming back to US vergil, Adulf was 12. His mother was rumored to be Nell Gwynne reborn, more than a catholic whore--she had an entanglement with the towns priest, to be caught by Charles Roach, his son--it was a word of mouth rumor, but it was true, because the priest confessed this to the therapist. Remember, Montoya being a catholic. Only unlike the 17th century celeb, her offspring would not happen to become a west minister, but a satanist, who wished he could be allowed to visit the church of Satan by invitation, and sent many letters.

Damaris had once joked that she would ask for Louise and Martine fokkens autograhs if she got to meet them. They were both prostitutes in Amsterdam red lights for 50 years who slept with 355,000 men, mathematically, 10 men each day. And just like they were, Adulf cain's mother had been lured by the prospect of earning close to 1000Usd per hour. Growing, Damaris had told Dr montoya when she had asked about this grave promiscuity, not meaning to be rude. "Dar-ling, I came from Kansas. In a tiny neighborhood where what everyone got to do was to watch soccer, drink alcohol or have sex. You know what I'm sayin' so I chose the other. I didn't want to be godforsaken widowed like my mother, sure she had a husband, but we didn't like to speak about him even though he lived with us. "

However whatever had happened once to Adulf at wales had left him ruthlessly emotionless, left him with the habit of doodling Anime and nothing but a demon Ock or a demon bear with a red crayon. The therapist figured that he day dreamed about Satan and wrote short essays to him. Or either, he took a bike ride for decompression, but never seeking solitude on any human. Dr montoya could not hold her sanity. The boy had the power to attract an overwhelming love from Adults but he would not accept.

He had refused to see her many times, fighting not to leave the dinning or let go of the grip on his fork if anyone came close to him. And when she had driven to see him her self he had called her a worthless daft. He did not smile or laugh in any sense that was human, when he did, they we're at odd hours.

Damaris Cain had wanted to correct her past mistakes in life, on her definition, Adulf Cain was one of those mistakes, but instead of Abandonment, she chose a therapist, and the therapist failed. Dr montoya knew that Damaris was out to get rid of him if he remained toxic. They were both women, and in that last discussion she had with her, adulf was too toxic.

That year she married another man. He was the sixth, and he was a cop, but a dirty cop and adulf could afford toxic drugs more easily, there was a good chain of supply, although yet in disapproval of his mothers romantic choice. but being unutherably quiet only rational guess us could be decided on the fact.

A week away from Christmas that year Adulf would be crossing to 13 with dessame life outlook and they would be moving back to England, where and only where Damaris would despose the Satan in her home. The therapist knew this, from personal premises, she did not believe in the wreckage of homes, and decided that, irregardless of pay, she would attempt saving the cruel boy from the devils clasp.

She pulled a call through to the kid's personal line. He answered. It was the change of things, not for the better nor for the worse, but for the new, and the scary.

He had agreed to see her--just one last time. The season would be free. Two hours, nothing less. Damaris would discreetly have to pay, but a quata. This was not about money, it was about a home where enemies got to sleep with eachother because it was called a family. And this therapist did not believe in giving up. She believed problems could be solved, and alms given, to relieve she worlds suffering. She was catholic, she was a woman crossed 30.

Although archiving such end results required evading known technical procedures, on her seemingly religious terms.

It did cost her her reputation.

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