For my parents though, it was the best thing I could have done. They decided to take a second honeymoon and I helped finance it for them. They're free...of my biological father's geas now, so they treat me like the son they always loved rather than the dirty little dog who had torn the living room apart.The next issue to deal with was Monique and Ryan. Healing Ryan's wounds and altering his memories had been easy. Dr. Holzer helped me find a moment when I could be alone with him for the process.. .Wo ek dam palti or boli ki ,ye kya badtamiji hai abhi? Mane kaha mami i like you .And ek bar apko pyar karna chahta hu.Wo boli main tumare ghr me bataungi ye bat.Mai dar gaya aur unke pas gay aor sorry bola.Abd pyar se bola mami plz ek bar…And mane jaker unke gaand me hath laga diya.. Wo piche hat gai…Mujhes boli ye galat hai..Mai tumari mami hu…Saadisuda hu..Ek bache ki ma hu..Mane kaha to kya fark padta hai mami. I still love you.Bas ek bar..Pyar karne do…..Mami ne mana kar diya. Mujhe gussa. “What do you fucking think? I feel fucking awful. And when are you gonna let us go, you bastard?” The young man sighed. “I’m afraid that’s not possible. You’re spoils of war, I’m afraid. Escape is just not possible. The soldiers need some R&R, you know. And you’re unfortunate enough to have to provide it for them. I’m deeply sorry for you. It wasn’t my choice. But war is war. And you are victims of it.” “You fucking shit! Fucking let us free. I don’t fucking care about what your fucking. Su madre tambi?n posey? variasbufandas. Ella ten?a s?lo dos faldas y blusas, y ella todav?a llevabapuestas medias lavables m?s bien que nilones disponibles. Por supuesto,ella tambi?n posey? unos pares de bragas y sujetadores. Pablo siempreestaba avergonzado para ver estas ropas interiores colgar en la l?nea,para todos para ver. ?l le hab?a pedido una vez juntarlos y dejarle elresto de la ropa, pero ella se hab?a mofado de su petici?n. ?"Crezca,Pablo!" ella lo hab?a reprochado. "No hay ninguna.