“It’s okay,” I replied.“I’m a really nervous passenger,” she said.“The key is to get your mind off the flying and onto something else.�...“Have anything in mind?”“Nothing too imparticular,” I said glancing down at her impressive breasts once again.“Oh that’s not true,” she replied, “You must have something you do to take your mind off of flying. Now what is it?”“I really shouldn’t say. It’s not really for polite conversation. Some might be offended.” The conversation fell silent for a moment as. “Yes, but who are you? What is this about?”“One ... moment. Still pro ... processing. Okay, we achieve parity. Sorry, but we not mast ... er technology.”“What technology? Who are you? Where are you?“For now, exist we your mind. Still wrestle with techniques. Language interface working. Visuals not. We not actual speak, place ... concepts in brain. You process as language. Words not our own.”“Okay, I’ll admit, you sound quite intelligent. I take it you’re responsible for what happened to me. Are. Show me, has it been cut?”“Yes, I am no whore!” Amina said forcibly.“You take it up the ass and suck men off then do you?” Helga asked.“No!” Amina protested, “I am pure woman!”“Oh dear, and I had a lovely flat for you in London,” she sighed.“In London, a flat and a job?” Amina asked.“Oh yes, a nice flat where gentlemen can come and fuck you. It is in Lewisham,” Helga explained. “You do a week training in Amsterdam on the streets and then we take you to London.”“As a whore,” Amina queried. “You. The more I thought about Uncle Charles and mother, the more my instinct told me that something was not the way it appeared to be.Since I knew that I was not going to be interrupted by Sandra, what better opportunities was there to elucidate the matter of her relationship with Uncle Charles."Mother, do you know who is talking to you?" Yes. You are Lawrence." Mother, you will now answer all of my questions and you won't remember a thing afterward." I will not remember a thing." She repeated it.