Why not.We sat and she asked a couple questions. Then asked me about my original question as I had mentioned her disclaimer in the voicemail.I explain...d that somewhere in there, so long ago, was an early trigger for my hidden darkness. That little girl, and I, had suffered such horror and pain at 10 years old. She reassured me that she was much more qualified to deal with victims than perpetrators. Ahhhh, then I realized what she had meant all along.I only broke down a little bit in going over. ‘I’m flying to Moscow on my own but I’m staying with a family who lives there,’ she told him. ‘Oh? What is their name? Maybe I know them.’ She nodded as she leaned forward to pick her purse up and fish through it. ‘I have their name in here somewhere,’ she said as she searched. ‘Forgive me if I don’t get this right, but I’m terrible with new languages.’ He smiled encouragingly at her and she smiled shyly in return, pulling a slip of paper out a second later. ‘Their name is Oborotenski,’ she. The constant Facebook posts about my accomplishments were reaching out to the neighbors. My fancy car was easily attracting the attention of all neighbors. I still had the decency not to behave differently. I was the same person that I was before.But the wives of the neighbors got attracted to me. This was obvious as mostly all girls are attracted to money. Most girls will deny this but this is scientifically also true. The girls want a better future for their kids and themselves. So they. He hadn’t put his hand on her butt. Hell, they hadn’t even French kissed until she had taken the initiative and slipped her tongue into his mouth. That was the night before she had to come to this god-forsaken place.It was an absolute shame that Brock had been alone in his house the whole summer and she’d been 400 miles away smelling horse shit. But every night, in her dreams, she paid a visit to the house next door as soon as her mother had left for work. And in her dreams she and Brock had.