The next day we went home and look up our local adoption agency and we found one that had two boys aged 11 names where Jamie Stone and Bobby Smith and...they say the boys are like brother that they do everything together and they have a habit of dressing up in girl’s clothes so they don’t get adopted an less there get adopted together and my dad read this and said to “lets adopt them two so we can have daughters Jenny” with a smile on his face and half a hard on but I know what he meant by let. “You should come visit some time” she said remembering that I had never visited her village so far.I wasn’t really interested but politely nodded my head as a yes. That evening I overheard my mom and my aunt talking in the kitchen. My mom was asking my Ramya aunty why her face and body was swollen. My aunt replied that she didn’t know why. She said that she had consulted a doctor, and he also couldn’t give a proper diagnosis, so he had recommended a hospital here. My mom agreed to help her with. Now for the final touch, thought Armand, and produced the open slavecollar from the chest. This elicited the best response, as he hadexpected. She called him filthy names, shouted and screamed, andtwisted in her bondage until she fell over sideways, trying to avoidArmand's attempts to slip the collar around her throat. He resorted tothe golden button to silence her, and eventually the blue button toparalyse her. She stopped wriggling, and went limp on the floor. Hepropped her up on her knees. I handed him the bottle and he took a swig.“Thank you kindly,” he said, “that’s fine stuff. Reminds me of my home country.”He passed the bottle back and I took another swig.“Tell me,” he said, “what’s a fine young man like yourself doing out here all alone on a night like this?”“But I’m not alone, you’re here with me, my friend.”“And I’ll stay as long as you keep sharing that fine whiskey. And perhaps you’ll share your story too.”“I’m here to kill myself.”“And why would you want to do that?” he.