“You know, John, I haven’t been completely honest with you. I appreciate your photographing me, and I’ll treasure the photos forever, but there�...�s another reason I asked you to take them.”I held my breath.“Actually, my girlfriend, the one in Poland, the one who suggested I ask you to photograph me — well, I didn’t tell you the whole story.”She paused.“You know that students come over here to earn hard currency and then exchange it on the black market at home?”I nodded.“It’s very lucrative but. ”Asheel: “Definitely, we will do that. Come, let’s go to our car.”They had hired a BMW from the hotel itself and it was waiting outside the restaurant. Asheel’s friend sat in the front seat and I and Asheel was in the back. I guess both of them were feeling high and were quite excited having me along with them. They both were speaking in their language and laughing, which I didn’t understand at all..! After a couple of minutes, Asheel sat very close to me and put his left hand over my shoulder. "Dude, you're becominga woman! How the hell am I supposed to deal with that?" You?!" Tyler screeched, not even coherent enough to realize howfeminine it sounded. "You're not the one with a pussy, Hunter! I'm theone whose gotta deal with this, I just don't do want to do it alone!"Tyler's words degenerated into incoherent sobs as he curled up intohimself, quaking with tears and fear from head to toe. Hunter, to hiscredit, did not run away. He watched with a mix of pity and disgust athis former. “Your Mum wants me to take you home,” I said.She looked at me with horror written on her face.“No,” she yelled, “David, no, please. I can’t go back there.”“I told her no,” I said.“Oh,” she sighed, “thank you.”“I didn’t do it for you, Cal,” I replied, “I don’t particularly want to go to jail. I did it for me.”“You don’t love me any more do you?” she asked.I didn’t answer.“Cal,” I said after a few moments of silence between us, “one day I’ll have a job, maybe I’ll be a computer programmer, maybe.