He believed writing would ease his painful memory of the sudden outburst at the mosque. ‘No one will ever read this,’ he thought. ‘No one in the...r right mind will know what I’m going through,’ and before his mother called him for breakfast, he wrote in his notebook and directed his puzzling and confusing thoughts towards Allah himself.‘Why am I damned?’ he began. ‘Why am I filled with such falsehoods? I’m placed on this earth for no reason at all. I have no money. I don’t have an education. The. . the actual name of my housemate. I figured using a codename was safer.”“I can understand and appreciate that.” Mira nodded, then thought to herself for a moment. “It obviously breaks confidentiality to talk about who’s seeking our counsel, but if I were speaking to a friend, I would mention that I think I saw someone named Molly checking in to book a counselling appointment a little bit ago.” She smiled at me.I smiled back. In truth, that was actually great to hear. I wasn’t sure if I could. The one thing I knew for sure was that Mom would keep after me until I gave her an answer. And that if I didn't give her the answer she wanted, she'd keep trying until either she got what she wanted or we arrived at complete loggerheads.I took one more check for email, then turned my computer off and brushed my teeth. I went down to Mom's study and said good-night to her, then returned to my room and got into bed. I'd been in bed for about three minutes, and was just starting to think about. She half-bent at the knees as she collected her fallen garments, and the assisstant slipped his hand around her ass to finger her pussy. "Yes?" she said, looking up helpfully, "Did you need something?" "No, no, that's fine," he replied. He brought his fingers up to sniff them as she stood, and a wolfish grin spread across his features. She was wet, all right, and he shared a look with the workman as they each thought about how they were going to take advantage of the situation. Holding her.