Renée took my hand in both of hers, held it to her chest with a light kiss on my knuckles and sought my eyes. "That's something you'll never have to ...put up with again."I just looked back at her. She wasn't holding my hand with any sexual intent. It was endearing, like holding the hand of someone you're trying to get through to.Thinking about her last statement, I realized that I had been putting up with being ignored. I had became accustomed to it and evolved. Now people were responding to me. I only want to tell you one more thing, and it's just something for you to think about. I'm not trying to tell you what you should do. I've known Emily almost as long as you have. I've paid close attention to how she acts at different times. The stronger she feels her position is, the less reasonable and cooperative she becomes. She's always been like that. Whenever things were going really well with the two of us, she'd pick a fight, or demand something I couldn't or wouldn't give her.. The men had all had some military training, so it was easy for them to sneak up and capture the women, who were not paying as much attention to their surroundings as the should have.The two women were grabbed and stripped of their weapons and backpacks, and they were raped on the spot. Afterwards, they were held by several men while others went into the boat and returned with the chains. The whippings were the result of the language lessons—an error brought about a few slaps with the whip.. That’s right.“I love you,” Aron said simply. “That’s all that’s important right now. I promise: no more doubts.”Okay, if Aron was going to keep it like this, his allergy was going to act up again. So he needed to do something.“Let’s just go inside. I’m beat, and I think we both need the rest. And just so you know, none of this was your fault. The reporter and everything. And ... I love you, too.”His throat was dry like an afternoon in Sahara. But nothing mattered at this point. Aron was happy..