Watching his sisters grow to hate their mother had hurt. Watching his father suffer for years had hurt. His greatest pain was that she had harmed his ...pinion of the only man, his father, who could serve as a role model for him.Vicki listened to every word. She was forced to accept that she had hurt her family in ways that she hadn't imagined possible. The pain she felt increased and burrowed deeper into her soul. It was hard to stand there and listen to him. She wanted to flee, but she stood. There we met up with her best friend (girl) who was there on some house work. We were out for a drive one evening and reached some quiet beach nearby somewhere south India. It was about 6pm and the beach was empty except for a few boys playing football way in the distance. We walked along the beach till we reached a log lying in the sand and decided to take snaps near it. I took the camera 1st and my wife and friend struck few posses with the sun in the background then the beach in the back. “Oh yes, just be ready. That’s all I’m gonna say.”I had a chilling thought, “I wonder if ‘the girls’ can hear us?”After the teasing about our fun last night, I realized, THAT conversation WASN’T appropriate for young ears. Yes, they promised not to eavesdrop, but, COULD THEY? After some discussion, we decided to test them.“Oh, darn it! Now we can’t go to the girl’s concert tonight.” I flashed, whilst winking at Mary, Greg and Linda.We waited, knowing they couldn’t resist responding if they. It was very late, but the parents had a few calls too, although they didn't invite anyone to come over in their pajamas.When everyone was off their phones, we told our security staff that we'd be in a Faraday cage for a while.We started comparing notes about the interview, which mostly meant asking why I'd said various things, suggesting improvements and ideas for future interviews - there were bound to be MANY of those - and quite often congratulating me for doing so well.One point is worth.