I asked her how so. She replied that she had started an extra job for some additional income to fund some family undertakings.This went for a week or ...wo. I noticed that she used to be a bit exhausted when she came around and always was worried about something.So I asked her what was in her mind.She unflinchingly said that because of the other job, she couldn’t give enough time to her family.I couldn’t do much about it so I just consoled her and went on.On a Sunday, I was home. So I gave Chaya. I was just standing there trying to get my thoughts in order when my mobile rang it was another reporter. “Bobby they had my phone and mobile numbers, I felt trapped,” she said sobbing. “I phoned for a taxi and arranged for it to meet me at the end of the lane on the main road. I threw some cloths on grabbed my handbag and just left, they followed me all the way up the lane asking horrible questions.I jumped into the taxi and offered the man an extra twenty pounds if he made sure we weren’t. “But should I maybe talk to Hansie first? I’ve warned him about being careful who he sleeps with; he might be nervous; he might worry I’ll be angry. We’ve talked a lot, I know he’ll be happy if he knows I want it like this. Why don’t you go to your cabin and wait? Give me half an hour. Either I’ll send Hansie along, or come myself to tell you he’s not keen. But I’m sure he will be.”That made sense. She squeezed my hands again. “Thank you, Annie. If you do this, I think it will be good. Good for. I nearly lost it when a last small spurt of hot piss sprayed against the back of my throat. It seemed to take me forever to swallow it. Once I did he patted my head and said, "By the time this week is over you'll be able to swallow all of it. I won't even have to get up to take a piss. Now clean up the seat. I don't want my friends to think I'm a slob."The white toilet seat was spattered with dozens of large droplets of his yellow piss. He hadn't been very careful. My hands were still tied.