?That’s better.? He said as he flicked more ash into the boy’s mouth it was searing his gums the pain was excruciating but he knew not to move. ?A...yway Riki as I was saying big Jamaican man Errol is comin round here next week when my ma’s away on vacation. Told him to bring his boys and stuff.?He patted Paul on the top of his head, ?And little fag here is going to have a very busy night ahead of him, and you know black guys they fuck till they drop. So I said he could fuck him in the sling all. Shaking his head, physically trying to make the images fall out, snaps him back to life"Focus for Christ sake, no time for memory lane now" stating aloudRifling through the stack of newspaper on the table he scours for any little article, just a few words of interest, which may catch his eye. Good thing about the British media is that they want to tell the world about everything. A new bank that's opening, a precious diamond that is arriving somewhere, even down to the Crown Jewels arriving for. Everyone was very sympathetic – on the surface – but although I wasn’t exactly treated as a pariah, people seemed to keep their distance. ‘She shouldn’t have been out there running on her own, and she probably led them on,’ were the sort of things whispered around. All this had two main effects on me. The negative one was that I became deeply suspicious of people, especially men, whom I came to see as animals, brutes that would rape again if they had the chance. The positive effect was that I. ‘Yes. You will need to pay the remaining balance.’ I dig for my wallet as the receptionist turns to Leo, ‘And him?’ ‘Leo Pananan.’ The receptionist pulls up Leo’s information while he tells me the cost. I pull out a few bills as the man next to me does the same. Leo asks about a mixed room for two. There aren’t any and I’m trapped in an all girl’s room with him in a mixed one. ‘It’s only two nights,’ I say as he walks me down the hall to my room. Unlike the hostel in Brussels, this place is.