On the long journey back from India to Indiana, I reflected on the people I'd met -- the victims and their advocates, the buyers and the pimps -- and the lessons I'd learned after more than a year of research and 92,000 miles of travel.
We was just laying there when my mate started talking about what we'd been up to.
I looked at him in shock and said that we was meant to keep this to our self's.
The commercial sexual exploitation of children is not like the monsoon rain.
Women tell me that they find me physically strong and attractive.
Seven years ago, when I first came to Mumbai, I started as a help at a wayside tea stall in Girgaum.
Our guides, social workers who requested for their protection that we not publish their names, lead us into a small apartment shared by a young mother and her husband.