Eventually Jennifer came back to me, after a series of endless discussions we had reached a fair deal: she would begin to attend a literacy course for foreigners, not more and I would prostitute in return I would have tried some small job as a cleaning lady. Was adamant about one thing, if you really wanted to be boyfriend and girlfriend, I had to seriously BEHAVIOUR with her, including to accompany every Sunday to church and stop going to the African club alone. I accepted in spite of myself, meanwhile, to pull up a bit 'of money, we would continue with the business of the grass.
The main problem remained the residence permit.
unlikely the government would have launched a new amnesty for foreigners and the only plausible hypothesis remained that of marriage.
I was not convinced, I had no intention of getting married, especially if it was just to get her documents, as I was old, marriage is a serious thing, if I have to be married for love ...
Jennifer insisted, however, if it was true that I loved her, I had to help her get permission to stay, then I should marry her.
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