Further requests and themes of research, from Harold, led Emma to web pages on Swiss clinics, clinics which were ‘liberal’ when it came to assiste... death. Harold later spoke of his desire that on St Valentine’s Day he wished to go on a day trip to Switzerland. No more was said on the subject. Harold’s tired eyes finally focused on the solitary orchid. He smiled a watery smile through tear filled eyes. ‘Is it time for our trip?’ Emma nodded and then, scarcely above a whisper, replied ‘Yes,. I spun the dial on the combination lock attached to the front of my mail box. I opened the box, and found a single letter inside. My name and box number were scribbled on the front of the envelope in a loopy, feminine scrawl, one which looked vaguely familiar. At first, I wondered if it was another letter from Kaci, but the presence of a campus box number – and no other address information – indicated that the letter had a local origin. I ripped open the envelope, revealing a single-page. Kyuki itne boyfriends hone ke bad aisa lund merko aj tak nahi mila tha. Fir usne dhire se meri shorts utar di. Meri lal panty ko dekh kar usme josh agaya aur woh galiyan dene laga.“Randi, mujhe pata hai ki tu ek mard ke sath ayi hai. Tune mujhse jhut bola taki teri chut ko main fad saku.Tere mein bohut garmi hai, sali randi.” Ye bolke usne meri panty utar di aur mujhe godh mein utha kar apne shoulder par rakh liya, jaise main koi khilona hu.Aur khade hokar meri chut ka ras pine laga. Bohut der. If you behave yourself and do what you're told, we'll get along."Vanessa has said the same thing to more than one hundred girls. It comes effortlessly to her now, but it wasn't always this easy. She used to feel the guilt and the shame. She used to want to stop and get out and not be involved. But over time she's learned to be at peace with herself. She knows what she's doing isn't right. She knows she's as much to blame for forcing these girls into prostitution as anyone. But she also knows.