Maa boli maa ye paap nahi ye, tumhe ye paap isliye laga raha hai kyu ki mai tumhara bata hu magar maaUs ke pehele mai ek mard hu aur tum ek aurat nahi...beta hum ye nahi kar sakate hai maine maa ko uthaya aur almari ke pass le gaya aur kaha dekho maa tum kis tarah se meri maa lagati ho tum to abhi bhi jawan ho, khubsurat ho hum dono maa bete kam aur pati patni jyada lagte hai maiTum se bahut pyaar kar tha hu pleassss maa maan jao na please maine maa ko aapne taraf ghumaya aur unki aankho mai dekh. That was one of my concerns. She had other repressed memories too, though, which were of much more concern, because the trauma that caused them to be repressed was much greater. If those memories were triggered unexpectedly, it could have destroyed her emotionally. What I tried to do was bring them back under controlled circumstances, so that the disturbance of exposing them wouldn't be so harsh." So how do you know whether the repressed memory is real or not?" asked Matthew.Claire looked over. You weren't even up at 2 when we left. You can't say that you weren't warned."Suddenly, the look on her face turned happy, "I know, I just thought I'd have a little fun with you. I actually enjoyed being here yesterday. If nothing else, the food was better." That's good. When do you want to get back up to the college?" I don't need to be back until tomorrow. I had my homework with me, so I was able to work on that yesterday. I hope you don't mind but I borrowed your computer." No problem. I'm. You apologise for the pictures, but she grabs your hair and tells you notto worry, because that’s exactly how she expects you to pay your bill, with your disgusting wet littlewinky, and you are pushed backwards over one of the benches. She ties computer wire round yourwrists and ankles, fastening you down on top of the components that haven’t been cleared awayyet, the sharp edges and corners digging into your shoulders, back, and hips. After cutting away allyour clothes, she fits a memory chip.