“What is your name, bitch?” The black man replied.“Marsha” Her mom said with a quiver in her voice.“Can you cook, Marsha?” He asked again ...nd Marsha nodded her head.Jessica watched as her mother was untied by the black man and then the two left the room. It was not long before Jessica could smell the delicious aroma of her mother cooking steaks. The other black man looked at her and she felt her fear grip her again.“You scared little sis?” Asked the remaining black man and Jessica nodded and. "Listen here, cunt, I've had about enough of your attitude. I think it's time you run along upstairs and get into a proper negligee and I'll be taking you over to my place to finish what Tom started earlier tonight with you."With that, I waved my hand at her and turned to close the door. She charged headlong into my back, knocking me over in surprise. So much for my ability to read women.Unfortunately for her, I knew what the hell I was doing. 10 seconds later found her face-down pinned on the. .Bureaucracy in the Balkans is like ... bureaucracy anywhere, times ten. Or maybe twenty, or even fifty. The difference is, in England, you have to fight your way through it and produce all the right paper work, fill in all the right forms and tick all the boxes. In Bulgaria, you have to buy your way through it. It took a week, but at the end of it, at a cost of just over a thousand Euros, she had a birth certificate and a passport, both of which were fictions, though issued with all due forms.. You can look,’ she said as she wrapped the blanket around her again. ‘I was dreaming I was home again, and my dad was waking me up for school.’ She looked up at the ceiling and sighed. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’ The question sounded rhetorical so I didn’t answer it. ‘I’ll go start breakfast, Hawk. Lisa will be out in a few minutes.’ ‘Wait!’ she said quickly. ‘I have a question that sounds stupid, even to me, but did – did I make a pass at you? Did anything – happen?’ The shock on my face.