He had been raised at a Catholic Orpahnage by two missionary nuns. It was not the kind of orphanage where the boys finger each others' holes at ten ye...rs of age and have wanking contests. No no, this was a very strict religious place. So the boy had been raised a combination of Buddhist and Catholic. He wanted so badly to do well at the Asian School so he could go study further in America. Foolish pretty boy, the only thing he would be studying would be how to turn his healthy young body into a. According to the note, the museum found the contents of the journal inappropriate for either display or academic study.The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who. Ake had visited my place a day before and had asked me to come to his house the following morning. The hearing wouldn’t be a public event, but for sure some curious villagers would stay around, and they would like to know what the moderator would decide. After all, nothing like this had happened around here in ages - if ever. On my way to Ake’s home, I got my fair share of sympathy from the villagers - but some of them also hinted that I should be reasonable with those young boys. When I heard. I…’ Trixie interrupted him by holding her hands up, rejecting him, ‘I have no intentions of taking it back, and never mind what it cost. The smile on your face when you saw it was irreplaceable and you can’t put a price tag on that.’ Ryan lowered his hands, they both knew it was impossible to argue against her. He became quiet and a solemn look passed over his face, ‘You do remind me of Amanda in so many ways.’ There were not any words she could say to reply to that. The comparison to Amanda.