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Part 2

Now I have just finished my breakfast, and I have taken my wife's leave to continue reading the case file. She smiled at me, thinking that I was still affected by my shyness, and I only say this to escape her from my excessive shyness.

In fact, I was eager to hear the rest of those confessions from that girl, although I was afraid for myself that her words, and her indecent confessions, would provoke me again.

I was a child and I slept close to my mother's waist, in that poor and lonely room.

Although I was happier than the rest of my brothers; Because I was the only one who enjoyed the warmth of my mother's tenderness and slept next to her every night; except that I was miserable by them; Because I lived with s****l i*********e moment by moment, and I heard that hum that was said between ear to ear.

I did not know which one of us was envious of the other for his condition; My brothers envy me because I still enjoy my mother's tenderness, and because I sleep beside her on the only bed in that poor room, and take shelter in her bosom from the cold; While they were flattening the ground, draping rickety pillows, and wrapping themselves in a thin blanket that did not protect them from the cold.

Except that I, too, envy them; Despite my young age, but from my point of view they escaped those words, whispers, and groans that I heard.

_ My parents had no sense of perception, or even morals, to take care of me and my siblings. While I was hearing and seeing, my parents did not pay attention to the agitation of our instincts which were not yet perfect in us; But she was there. My parents did not realize the resentment within us, the poverty that was the cause of all this.

_ I think that you, the investigator, say that I am a quarrelsome, yes, I am quarrelsome and I do not care. But I clearly confess that bad time does not beget; Only bad kids! O my master, the rich covers up the flaws, and I have searched for him to cover up the flaws of my environment, I and the nakedness of my body because of poverty.

_ Richness and wealth would not come to me unless I made a mistake. Because I have no intermediary or nepotism to help me, I decided to pay the price for my desire by my mistake, and the price for my mistake was that I paid my body to receive the price.

I used to love my mother, and I hate my father!

I used to see him torturing her while she was under him, for when I was younger I would translate groans as t*****e for my mother! And I was wondering, how could she be so tormented and satisfied, and not resist him?!

I used to wonder every morning after my father had finished sleeping with her, and she laughed with him; Rather, she was delighted when he touched her tenderly; As if nothing had happened.

_The situation has turned, and I hate my mother because she is the one who accepts humiliation.

And because I was young, I did not understand, and because my feelings were changing, I no longer pity my father, and I long for what he does for her; For he was the only one who could finish sleeping with her, so that I felt that my mother had left her nervousness that she had dealt with us during the day.

_I thought that I was the only one among my brothers in which I had grown her instinct early, and I hated myself for my feeling.

I have thus become less educated; Even one day I was playing outside that damn room; While my mother was shopping for us food.

I went to drink a glass of water; So my brother practiced vice with my sister, on that day I learned that I am not the only one whose instincts have grown.

When I was little I would translate groans as my mother's torment! And I was wondering how he tortured her like this when she was satisfied and she didn't resist him?!

I used to wonder every morning after my dad finished having s*x with her that my mom was laughing with him.

Instead of cursing him, on the contrary, she was savoring his gentle touch on her own body; As if nothing had happened.

_ The situation has turned and I hate my mother because she accepts humiliation.

And because I was young, I did not understand, and my feelings were changing, I no longer pity my mother, and miss what my father would do with my mother; Because he was the only one who could by doing this end what my mother was doing to us.

I even felt that my mother left her nervous is the one she was dealing with us all day

Her torment was the secret of her happiness

The s****l relationship between my sister and brother was not a perfect one; Because they were still young, they don't really understand what s*x is; But they tried to experience what they were watching in mom and dad's relationship.

_ I felt that day that I could not bear to live in this house, and that I had to leave it before my brother could do to me what he did to my sister.

But I could not complain to my mother, because I did not understand what I was saying to her, and I did not understand how to describe it to her, and I contented myself with hiding it.

_At that point, I found myself a whole case.

Any note that attracts me, or that I feel there is evidence, or that a word uttered is important, I write it in the margin of my diary.

And here I stopped reading and I wrote.

That girl said that poverty is the reason, and because of it she learned early on the meaning of s*x, and how to enjoy s*x. She knew that violence is a reason for fun!!

And that her mother's torment in the s****l relationship was the secret of her happiness

_ In fact, she has flimsy excuses from her, as she always wanted to find justifications for herself.

And from it you find a way out for what she did and what resulted from it.

The truth is that poverty is not the cause. simply because; Not everyone around us is rich.

Is every poor girl a w***e?! Of course not, but who she was an immoral woman who had nothing to do with religion, she is a w***e! Rather, she is the same p********e.

For this reason, poverty is innocent of what afflicted that girl and she stuck, but also the parents have lost their morals and religion, and this is the real reason.

_ Religion has commanded us to separate in the sleeping boards for the children, and the separation does not mean that the father is obligated to make each of them a separate room; Rather, he ordered the separation in the grave, and what applies to children applies to parents in front of their children. If they did not submit to their l**t, this would not have happened to their children. And if they straighten their l**t and limit it to noble principles; What happened to their children?

_ Parents should make sure their children sleep before doing anything.

_ The father should have restrained his l**t, lowered his voice, and isolated himself and his wife from that young child, and not only removed her! Because it is natural to expect that she may be sleeping, and it is strange to expect the opposite of this!

_ Did he think that his daughter was opening her eyes and bragging to feel that she really did not sleep?! Or is it necessary to be careful and cautious anyway?!

Poverty is innocent of that charge. But bad manners and animal l**t is the cause.

_ Parents are quick to reveal their l**t, causing children to associate pleasure with violence. feel that their mother; Which for them is a description of a beacon of literature practicing sin with their father according to their understanding, and accordingly, their mother, according to them, is an impermissible one who does the sin, and then the son does it with his sister!!

I put a point at the end of the sentence, and went back to the papers again, reading the rest of her confession.

I found her still relaxed, still completing her confession with bragging:

Every day that passed by me, I was preparing myself to escape from this house, to another house that I painted a treatment in my imagination.

Spacious house, bed with plush mattress. Dive into it, not only to open my thighs to whoever wants; But for my l**t I am alone.

As long as I am the one who enjoys the sexy body; Who loves men as my father loved my mother's body; Why shouldn't I get rich because of him and for his sake as well?!

I ran away from our house when I was fifteen years old; That is, the beginning of the abundance of femininity, so he decided to take advantage of my femininity early; Why wait?! And what do I get by waiting?! Will my body become more beautiful, or feminine?! I do not think so !!

_ I was young from my day; I resemble my mother in the roundness of her body, and my equine face (that is the long face that resembles the elongation of the face of horses, and in its wide eyes and long eyelashes, as skilled in female horses).

I went out and decided to start my way to happiness and pleasure early, and to sell my body while it was in its infancy; To compensate myself for deprivation due to poverty

_ The first person I met was a rich lady, she caught me. I was walking on the road barefoot. I was afraid and tired of looking for work or food, and as soon as I found her she gave me a deep look; I even felt like she wanted me.

_But my childish imagination was still innocently thinking! Although I rebelled against my childhood.

_I felt that she was looking at me with a motherly look, and for this reason I smiled at her innocently, and how I wished that you had taken me with her; To give me something to eat, or even to sleep with, I am weary from walking relentlessly in the streets; And I knew there was no way to go home.

I found her looking at me smiling and pointing at me; moved towards it. And I found her looking at me, I did not understand their meaning at that time.

- as soon as I got close to her, she wiped my head, caressed me on the cheek, and gave me a fluffy biscuit; I have read from my features that they are signs of hunger.

I picked it up in a hurry.

Her smile widened because with her wit she knew I was easy to catch.

And only minutes passed and I was beside her in her car, and I left with her to her house, without any questions from her, nor any inquiries from me to her.

_ And it was only moments and I found myself standing in a spacious villa hall as I imagined and seeing my home in my imagination.

I found it.

You ask me how much I know about s*x and am I dressed or a virgin?

She was sure, because I am lost in the streets, that I am not a virgin. But I disappointed her when I told her I was still a virgin.

On that day she laughed at me and said:

_ I don't care about this, it's not what I want now!!