Meanwhile, Paul was on one of his “sex tourism” schedules, traveling to different parts of the world to find young children to have sex with. He arrived back in Arizona late one night, where he continued to molest his daughters, but this time he did something even more bizarre to one of them. He entered Yunjin’s room around eleven o’clock, and she got up and began to cry inwardly as he approached her. She got out of bed and bowed low to him. “I told you before that you don’t have to do that,” he said, as she slowly raised her eyes to look at her father from the dimmed light in her bedroom.
“Dad,” she shyly said, referring to her bowing before him, “it’s out of respect that I do this, after you were away for almost two weeks.”
“Shhhh,” he used his finger to put over his mouth, to interrupt what she was going to say next. “I don’t want you to do that to me anymore,” he warned her. “It is a turn off,” he bitterly said. Then he took her into his arms and he brought her left hand up towards him, and placed a ring on her finger. Yunjin was confused and looked at him very shyly.
“Is this my ring?” she asked, looking startled and surprised and perplexed, as her father nodded with a conceited smile.
“Yes. It is your ring from me to you. I want you to have it. I’m sorry that I missed your birthday, and it’s a promise ring for your birthday gift, two days ago that I’ve missed. I don’t want you to date anyone else… any other guys… except me, and I promise to reward you for this. When you turn eighteen in 2008, I will marry you so that you can bear me many daughters.”
“Thank you,” Yunjin said, fighting back tears, and surprise and confusion, “for the ring.” She didn’t mention anything about getting married or bearing her father’s children.
He kissed her face and said, “I’m tired, but I’ll see you in the morning, downstairs, my precious one.” He walked towards the door, and said, “Now get back into bed.”
She was about to bow as he left the room and suddenly she remembered what he had told her so many times, not to bow to him. She slipped quietly back into bed, with a glance, as her dad closed the door behind him. With her head slightly bowed, and in even greater confusion, she prayed that she would never wake up to face her dad next day. But without much warning, tiredness overtook her and she went off to sleep without even taking a second look at her ring.
“You know, Debbie, the voice inside of me whispered that something was not right with him spending so much time, at night, at his computer, but I dismissed the voice because his lying tongue convinced me that he was sending e-mail to Asia or some other far countries… I took the easy way out by believing that he was trying to get stuff out because of those countries’ time zones. I have to admit that I sure learned from all this that I need to fill myself up first so that I will avoid being fooled by another man’s charms,” said Lara. “This experience has taught me that I’d rather live with nothing than with someone like Paul Hardy who really is full of himself. He doesn’t care who he hurts, even it means hurting children, as long has he gets to put his cold body between two warm legs.”
Debbie reminded herself about one of her previous conversations with Lara. “I know that one of the reasons why I stayed with Paul for four years is that I fear living alone, but you told me to stop right there, and you pointed your finger at me and said in a stern voice, You’ll no longer keep a fantasy for living and breathing for his or anyone else’s content. If anything, let it be yours. There is nothing wrong about living alone and you should not feel guilty about it.” Then she continued, “Just because he has a penis doesn’t mean he is eligible in my life to torture me with his lies, cheating and sex with children.”
“Ahhh… and it doesn’t have to be functioning well,” Lara reminded Debbie. “The thing about relationships, it seems like women always invest their hearts and soul into them while men invest their penis and sweat in the relationship.”
“I know.