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I had only lain down on the couch in the darkened interior of my Winnebago, when there was a panic banging at my motor home door. I went and opened it fighting against the cold icy wind and rain to hold it open. A woman dressed only in a sari her hair in a mess and soaking wet, stood there.
In poor English "Please let me hide here, bad men want to harm me." She blurted our casting a worried look behind her.
"Come in, Please," I said glad to get the door closed and us separated from the outside elements.
Even though she was shivering and wet by the look on her face she was amazed at the luxury that these vehicles have.
"I am illegal migrant, bad men brought me this country, to marry but want me to work in brothel, I run away from toilet, please hide me, no let them take me." She pleaded.
"Well you can't stay in those wet clothes and I have no clothes for you, what I do have is a pair of pyjamas, I will get them for you, and you change out of these wet things at the back, I won't let the men take you." I said trying to be the white knight in shinning armour.
To be on the safe side I thought I had better leave this rest area, but first I would have to fill my tanks. As I got into the drivers seat and swiveled it round into the driving position. I saw three dark skinned men walking around the car park in the pouring rain, no rain gear on looking for someone.
I pulled into one of the numerous filling bays and alighted to fill my tank. As I was filling the tank, one of these men approached me and asked if I had seen a woman dressed in a sari, it was his wife he said.
"Why are you looking for your wife out here in the pouring freezing rain, surely she would be sheltered in one of the warm buildings." I replied to him.
"She would want a lift, we had a tiff." He replied.
"Well it's easy to get a lift here, as you see traffic is continually entering and leaving all the time." I told him.
At this time one of his friends, a real seedy looking character appeared from behind my motor home and said, "Forget it Ali, she's not worth it." Then they both disappeared into the night.
I paid for my fuel, and headed north towards Edinburgh on the A1(M). Shortly after the Indian woman came forward, and I told her to sit in the passenger seat and do up her seat belt. She was dressed in my pyjamas and had let her hair down, and must have used my comb to comb it out. Her hair reached to her bottom, and was luster black.
"Now tell me what this is all about," I asked her.
The story she told was:
Her name was Kavita Patel, she thinks she is twenty two years old. Two weeks ago; she flew in from Bangladesh, to get married. She came from a small town outside Bogra, her family was very poor, but a friend of an uncle came from Britain and said that the men there don't want a dowry, and he would arrange a passport and passage for her. Apparently, she didn't even have a birth certificate; it isn't compulsory to register births in Bangladesh and especially girls.
On arrival, here there was no marriage, she had been locked up in a room in London, and was told she was being taken to Manchester to work in a brothel there, to repay the cost of her airfare.
She said she had never attended school. She had picked up some English from an English girl whose parents had worked in her village for a short time. Ever since, she had wanted to come to Britain.
All this was said in her broken English. I thought it was strange about the birth certificate bit, and then I remembered a documentary on present day slavery and camel jockeys. Bangladesh was the country of choice because of this very reason. In fact, there was no documentation on this earth to say that Kavita ever existed.
What a dilemma I thought, what am I to do with this poor creature? Here I am off on a three-month solitude holiday that I have been planning for years and within hours of starting, I now have a woman companion.
I have kept away from women now for over four years, after a very bad experience with my ex-wife. She had been giving free sex to all the male employees of the computer software company I used to own. It appears everyone knew about it except me. So when she gave birth to the child I thought was mine, and he was born black, the truth came out. I had a sympathetic judge who heard my case and she got one of the three houses we owned and only 10% of the company. I immediately sold the company and within a few months, the new owners had bought her out at a lot less than they had paid me proportionally for my part.
The last I heard she had sold the house due to debts, and the father of her child had deserted her. She was now living in some Council flat in East London.
I arranged through a very good friend of mine to allow their son who is attending some religious course for ministers in London to use my home and keep an eye on it for the first month of my holiday. I was getting the use of a camper pad they had in the northwest of Scotland. They had invested in a diesel generator, water and sewage for the site and usually went there each year. This year they are off to Spain camping with a group. Therefore, I took up their offer of their site. I wanted to get away from everyone.
Since my divorce, I wrote a small program, which raw copied CD's. I was approached by a big record distribution company, who bought out my patient, to prevent their CD's from being copied, with the new protection. My program made this protection invisible. There was one other company who had a similar program and they were also approached.
Since my divorce I have stayed well away from females, as it appears that all of my generation females are out to drain you dry for there own monetary gain, and the courts are not helping. This was why I said it was strange I now had a female companion not that I was gay.
This Winnebago was my pride and joy; I had always envied seeing these vehicles in American movies and always wished I could own one. I stocked mine out so that it would provide all my needs for a long holiday with all the comforts of a luxury home. I even had a trial bike on a special frame mounted on the rear in a special lockable glass fibre container.
I took the minor road at Scotch Corner and headed for Coldstream to enter Edinburgh by the south, rather than via the coast road.
We stopped at one of the lay-bys as I now had been driving non-stop for eight hours except for the brief stop when Kavita came into the camper. I made a coffee and gave one to Kavita who hasn't said very much at all since she told me about how she got here.
"You have a very nice, what you call it," she said, spreading her arms and looking around.
"Mobile home, but I must say you look real cute in my pyjamas," I said.
It was obvious that she had removed her bra (If she did wear one) for she was very bouncy when she walked around. Now in the light she was a very attractive woman, and it was a pity the way she had been treated.
"Kavita, I am off on a long holiday, you are quite welcome to come with me or I will drop you off where you want. "
"You very kind, please I stay with you. I know no one in this country." She replied.
