He could not tolerate the presence of most people anymore. He became a hermit, traveling to the village of Edgewood only when supplies were low.Evgeni...was named after Porter’s grandfather, more out of a sense of obligation along with a vague memory of a kindly old man. The boy was a mischievous ball of energy and a constant headache for his mother and father. Of course, the beaching of the doll on a tree branch may have been merited by the covert machinations of his sister, but Porter imagined. More pressure. "You can do it," said Ms. Dailey. "You can take it." The pressure grew and I felt it enter just a little. "Yes," said Ms. Dailey, sounding almost like she herself were experiencing physical relief. Something about the way she said it, it seemed to make me relax just that little bit more... It slid in. Leah's skin bumped my rear. "Yes," repeated Ms. Dailey, just a little louder. I looked into her face. Her eyes were on mine, locked. The feeling I'd had before came back, if this. I sat down on the couch in the living room and turned on the television. My mom was in her room. I found something good and started to watch it.A few hours later, my mom came out of her room. I looked up and glanced at her. It looked like she was ready to go somewhere."Hey, son. I've got a few things to pick up at the mall. Wanna come?" she asked."Alright. Just let me get dressed better." No, we've got no time for that. Let's just go." Okay. I'm ready, I guess."We hopped in her car and drove. After a few moments of walking, two beautiful young ladies came in front of me and continued walking while I filmed them from the rear. I could see two colorfully covered niqabs on their heads and the view from the back was beautiful, one of the women turned her head towards the camera and smiled and I said "Hi!", she gave a quiet giggle with beautiful red-painted lips and she turned her back towards the camera and continued walking. I followed them from behind and filmed their backs as they.