They weren’t real and I did not do the things I had done. That was Jazmin, not me. I had a feeling I was going to need a lot more counseling at the ...nd of the current gig.Since I spoke no Farsi, or whatever language they used, they felt comfortable speaking around me. They were also relaxed after my visits so some of them spoke freely on the disposable phones. I didn’t understand them, but I did transmit the conversations. The Hijab was perfect for the chore. Sometimes I was forced to strip. I asked her again. But she said no in very low voice. He thought something was wrong with her so went to her in his bedroom where she was cleaning.Kartik: Are you ok?Manali: Yes I am fine?Kartik: Then why are you crying?To which Manali started to cry out loud.Kartik: Hey what happened? Did someone say anything to you?Manali: No.Kartik: So you need money?Manali: No sahib no. My husband is the problem. Let it go sahib I will handle on my own.Kartik: hey I am younger than you but you can tell me. The driver pulled at the reins. The horses slowed, stopping a few feetfrom Jessie, kicking up a cloud of dust around her. "What you want,boy?" the driver called down. He was an older man, brown from years inthe sun and wearing what looked like an old cavalry jacket. The guard,a chunky-looking man in a brown work shirt and a gray, fringed vest,just sat there, his arms crossed in amusement."Whatever you got up there that's valuable." She pulled the pistolfrom her pocket and pointed it at the. Frank stood to remove his clothes, but Jean came to him, took his hands and placed them at his sides. Looking up into his eyes with a steady gaze, she reached up and undid the top button of his shirt, then, with the same intense stare; she felt for and undid each in turn until they were all open. Her hands slipped under the loose flaps of cotton to run over his hairy chest, travelling outwards to brush over his nipples, then up to his shoulders to slip his shirt off. She had to undo the.