"What's with you anyway? Why do you keep acting this way with him? If you don't want to see him, just don't see him. Don't torment the guy."What do I ...ell her? Am I acting this way? If so, why?"I don't know. I don't know what I'm doing. I'll have to try to figure this out." Good luck."Would it be good luck to be able to get him to give me another try or to just decide to call the whole thing off? Damned if I knew.What was happening to me? How could I be in such turmoil over this, nobody? I. Our apartment was tucked away in the corner giving us almost total privacy; the exception was a similar apartment to ours with a small garden separating us. Within days of moving in I had seen the occupants of the apartment leaving for work one morning, she was a petite red head with small “Orange-sized” breasts and a killer body, while her husband was a well-built guy with blonde hair and a very good looking face, I estimated that they were somewhere in their late 20’s. We were all in such a. Zaaijer turned on themind machine and removed the old memory that Michaelina was ever Jack.Michaelina had made her decision she wanted to be the teenage girl shewas, she would never think about being Jack again.There was just one final thing to do. Dr. Zaaijer just needed toreinforce the identity of each member of the family. Michaelina'ssessions were just her in the mind machine hearing over and over again."My name is Michaelina Lynn Morris. I am fourteen years old. In the fall,I will be a. Then she grabbed my hand and I saw it. She was pressing my hand heavily, maybe she was punishing me for taking back my hand. I didn’t react and let her do what she wanted to do. After the movie I went to drop her at her home and luckily at that time too no one were there.She asked me to come inside and I went with her. She took a glass of blueberry cocktail. After that she sat beside me and started crying. I asked her the reason. And I thought because of my mistake at theater she was crying so.