I just stood at the gate and watched. I waved at some of the very nice girls and threw flying kisses at them. Two or three girls were thrilled and res...onded enthusiastically. It was a slow number and it took more than an hour to complete. When it was over new groups were being formed.Suddenly one of the girls who responded to my flying kiss came running and asked me in Gujarati something which I could not understand. I asked her in Hindi what she wants. She asked whether I stay in this hotel, I. What happened?"Rosie bowed her head and said nothing."Come on, my dear, you can tell me. I won't tell on you. Promise."She looked up again. "I ran away." From your parents?" No, my mum's dead. From the home." Ah," said the man understandingly. "I bet that what you want is food and warm, dry clothes, eh?" Yes, sir," said Rosie turning on her most liquid, pleading look."Right," said the man decisively. "You can come home with me and get both those things but if you don't want to get caught you'll. Not for twenty-five dollars. Not for twenty-five.” Then she started crying.He counter offered, “Fifty.”I said, “No way. I think you better get out of here and take her with you.”She said, “Come on Richie lets go.” She tried to drag him out but he wouldn’t go.I could tell that he was trying to think but that his brain had turned to mush. He was dizzy and staggering around. I was just about to call for the police and an ambulance when he said, “Okay. Twenty-five and you can keep her.”Her eyes. I’m now in my mid forties and have been married for twenty- odd years to my husband Andy. We have two now grown up children and we live in the south west of England. I have shoulder length hair, which is now in a sort of medium red- brown shade courtesy of regular trips to the hairdresser. However, over the years, I have had it various shades of blond, and auburn and even black for a while but that did not suit me and I hated it. If I had all the money that I have spent at the hairdressers, I.