”“Yes, I know, “ replied Marc in a slightly annoyed voice. He remembered his training and was quick to hide his feelings. “Yes, I understand.�...�“A video would be ideal, but if you can’t get that then we can work with an audio recording.” Mirelle was now trying to sound bossy again.“I will make sure the quality is good enough to have a deterministic voice print,” said Marc. “Usually I try to avoid escorts. It makes it more believable.”“How are you going to manage that without a paid girl?”“I have. She turned away quickly. ‘…and I gained a substantive knowledge of contemporary politics and economics. What I hope will be useful is my training in data analysis and problem solving. There are complex social issues here. I would be glad of any advice you would care to give me, Major.’ ‘Social issues, eh? I could tell you a few stories about those.’ Frances was finally interested, and grateful for the distraction. ‘What happened in 1919, Major? The general strike and the riots, I mean.’ Edith. It felt nice. But neither of us was speaking. It was an awkward silence.‘Even my husband doesn’t care about me this much’, she said, adding, ‘why do you care so much?’ maybe because I was a little drunk or so but I gathered the courage to say because I love you very much. She was not surprised at all and simply said, I know. Then after a couple of minutes of silence she added that she loves me too and thinks that I’m the most wonderful person.She was looking so beautiful and her half sleepy. “Jackie, FUCK stop already — you are beautiful and if he can’t see that he doesn’t deserve you, and if you can’t see it either well then you’re just a dumb bitch” I yelled. She was speechless, even though we’ve been friends since we were little I have never spoken to her that way. I could see the tears start to form, fuck I felt like shit… “Jackie, I’m sorry honey, it’s just that you don’t seem to understand just how beautiful you are.” I said “I know it’s hard for you to believe me, but to ME.