After he recovered from that delectable dream, they were able to talk rationally about what this meant. Mary felt she would now be closer than ever to...her daughter and any feeling that Jane was nothing more than a guest in the house was gone forever.David had taken to bringing Charles, his junior partner, home to dinner. Like David, he oozed authority, and Jane would go weak at the knees whenever he came over. Her only relief was in the privacy of her own bedroom, and that happened almost as. Then I also moved down. The next day I again went up to the terrace for some fresh air, and Chaya was there on the terrace. She had come to put the clothes for drying.Me: Hi.Chaya: Hello.Me: (She seems to be in a somewhat good mood today). Yesterday I think I made you a little upset.Chaya: A little, but it was not your fault.Me: What happened?Chaya: It’s a long story. Leave it.Me: (I wanted to know, but I didn’t press for it) You seem to be quite happy today.Chaya: Well, today is my father’s. Her family will get everything they need... If she would lose everything she is. Maybe her other options wouldn't have earned enough money in time. Maybe she wanted to end it quickly instead of doing ten disgusting, humiliating videos every day. Maybe she just didn't consider her life to be important.The preparations were made and the papers were signed. Jack, Bill and the crew were in a small studio. In the middle was a special guillotine, covered with a sheet. In front of it and to the right. It was nearly dark when she noticed a small group of teens gathered further up the beach. More than a few knew she was lying there in the sand. There were mixed feelings coming from the group – some upset and a lot of hostility toward her and toward white people in general.She got up and began to walk toward them. She could feel in their minds that they saw her coming and were waiting for her. They were all young, and they were all Latin males. The young men expected her to be afraid as she.