He was well spoken, gentlemanly and polished. He was obviously relaxed and she gradually began to think she had been worried unnecessarily until he mo...ed the conversation on."How are the bruises?" She told him they were beginning to fade but were still blue and yellow as she bruised very easily."We got the photos back - they've all come out very well, would you like to see them or the video?" he asked but she declined, she knew fine well what would be on them and she did not want to move the. Her mother always seemed to enjoy her father's male friends and cousins, and in particular one of her father's young cousins,named,Huseen . She always seemed glad to see them, but Sameena was puzzled because her manner was more reserved when her father was home.Sameena was teen years old when returning home from school one day to find that the house very quiet except for some faint noises coming from her parent's bedroom. Trying to be quiet and not disturb anyone, She crept over to the door to. ” He stood and started to walk away from me. My heart leapt into my throat. “You can’t blame yourself for that.” “Oh yes I can,” he said. I darted in front of him. “Well you shouldn’t.” The moonlight fell on his face in such a way that his eyes were in shadow, and all I could see were two tiny white reflections. “Let me go,” he said, stepping round me. I turned and watched his back as he walked away down the path. “Where are you going?” “I don’t want to go on like this.” I hurried after him. He says “Grandpa, I bet I can put that worm back in that hole”. The grandfather replies “I’ll bet you five dollars you can’t. It’s too wiggly and limp to put back in that little hole”. The little boy runs into the house and comes back out with a can of hair spray. He sprays the worm until it is straight and stiff as a board. The boy then proceeds to put the worm back into the hole. The grandfather hands the little boy five dollars, grabs the hair spray and runs into the house. Thirty minutes.