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Yeah, I’d like to have seen his face when he finally figured things
          out. I still only half-believed him, it was such a crazy story. How
          could anyone be so stupid? Well, they say the white slave trade
          still operates out of Marseilles, so maybe it’s not so difficult to
          wave some goodies in front of someone and then shanghai him.
          What do you think?

          Yeah,  I  agree  one  hundred  percent!  So,  what  happened  next?
          Well, according to him, he decided to play along with her until he
          could find a way to escape. They took away his clothes and made
          him  wear  that  get-up  I  was  telling  you  about.  They  gave  him
          some kind of Arabic name and he had to come running whenever
          she called. There were a couple of other women servants in the
          house, but they avoided him like the plague. So he tried a few
          things. First he went snooping around for extra sets of car keys,
          but there weren’t any. Then he had the idea of setting up towels
          on  the  roof  to  spell  out  SOS,  but  the  laundry  was  carefully
          supervised  by  an  old  woman  who  kept  track  of  everything.
          Finally, he saw that his only chance would be to get back to the
          capital and then make a run for it.

          More easily said than done! He told her he needed some toiletries
          which only he could choose, but that was rejected out of hand.
          Then  he  said  that  if  he  didn’t  pick  up  his  mail  at  the  hotel,  it
          would  be  sent  back  and  his  friends  in  the  States  would  get
          suspicious.  She  laughed  at  that,  and  said  he  had  no  friends.
          Meanwhile he had to perform. You know what I mean! No, he
          didn’t  say  what  she  was  like,  but  you  can  leave  that  to  your
          imagination. All he knew was he wanted out, and he decided to
          risk getting killed trying to escape.

          No, no. Not by going over the wall. He knew he’d never get away
          with that. Instead, he told her one night that he had the clap. Of
          course,  she  thought  he  was  making  it  up,  but  he  plays  it  cool
          again, acting as if he didn’t care whether she believed him or not.
          After  a  few  days,  it  began  to  bother  her.  That  was  the  crucial
          moment: she could have gotten rid of him and gone back to the
          States for fresh meat, but instead she decided to find out if he
          was lying. Suddenly she and the eunuch pushed him into the car
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