Well I guess ... I mean I'm just not ready. Plus I'm damaged goods. I've got a plate in my head..." Don't care," she interrupted." ... and I have flas...backs to unpleasant times..." Me too. We can hold each other when they come," she interrupted again." ... and I have a spirit in my head that talks to me, and I'm paranoid about everything. I probably have PTSD and I'll wake up someday a raving lunatic, or worse." I like Martinez. He visited my head when we were in Florida, you know. I don't care. Doc and Apollo were on the road and moving quickly on the outskirts of Metéora before they spoke to each other. Preparing himself, Doc thought. A memorized ritual must be performed. Doc wondered what his part in the ritual would be this time. Quiet observer, he hoped. Perhaps this journey—simply finding one’s way to the sacred place—was the entire ritual. There was data to support that among Native American tribes. Perhaps this would be a parallel—a spirit quest. When they stopped for lunch,. He took a deep breath and then opened his mouth."Hey, Zack," he started, "I woke up in the middle of the night, last night, and found your hand down my pants." Wh…What?" Zack said, "that's gross, Codster. Why would you say something like that?" Because it's true," Cody replied."Really?" questioned Zack, who knew Cody was right, "then, how come I woke up this morning and both of my hands were by my side?" Because I put it there," said Cody."Zack, are, are you gay?" continued Cody."Dude, are you. When Amit’s mother found that there is someone else threatening to take her place, she unconsciously recoiled. She was stung by jealousy. She was also bored her routine mechanical sex with her husband.A ray of hope filed her empty heart. She wanted her son now. She had decided in the mind of her minds that she is not going to let anyone break her son’s chastity. She had made him and she must have him now. She asked him ,‘Who won’t marry such a handsome cute virile boy who looks so delicious.can.