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Stories from the Third World – ‘Real Life and Loves’ take over from where Tainted Village Rose and Maricris Journey Series left off.These new books are stand alone issues based around my village and those living here with interesting stories toMoreStories from the Third World – ‘Real Life and Loves’ take over from where Tainted Village Rose and Maricris Journey Series left off.These new books are stand alone issues based around my village and those living here with interesting stories to share. Real girls that may speak a different language but just like you, they live, want and need to be loved. Short, interesting, culture relevant hopes and dreams. Sometimes of an adult nature - caught up in the turmoil and emotion of lust and desire. If easily offended, please do not continue reading. Girls here in the third world have different priorities and options available to them. If you are an open minded girl from a Western country, please read about my wonderful friends and most amazing homeland and leave a comment on Amazon so others know what to expect.…. I went to take a quick bath, a cold one, of course since we didn’t have a heater. Nor did we need one. I was grateful for the cold water, in fact, which quickly washed away the sweat from the day’s work and banished the heat, even for just a few moments. By the time, I was done, dinner was ready. We ate. Then I washed the dishes while my mother and Nico watched TV. My father went to his cousin’s house next door, no doubt to have another drink. Afterward, I put Nico to bed, making sure he was under the mosquito net so that he didn’t get bitten.Then I helped my mother prepare for the dishes she would cook early the next morning to sell in her carinderia. Every now and then, we would pause to look at the TV, not wanting to miss anything important in our favorite weekday telenovelas. Sometime in the middle of the second show, my father came home. Drunk, he went straight to bed and my mother and I carried on.Only when it was almost ten, when the neighborhood was quiet except for the occasional roar of bus engines on the highway and the crowing of a cock, did I manage to get some time alone to relax. Fetching my phone, my most prized possession, I sat on the patched living room couch, connected to the neighbor’s wifi and logged on to my Facebook account. The moment I saw that Elliot was online, which took a while since the connection wasn’t very fast, I smiled and quickly sent him a message.This was my other favorite part of the day…Why would a handsome foreigner fly half way around the world to visit a chat friend? A single mum battling to make ends meet?Is this a recipe for disaster or how worlds and hearts can find each other no matter the distance?Come share my dearest friends adventure.