Not just the behaviour of the African men, but also teasing me.Social life in Zambia went a long way to overcome the problems. On £17,500 we were inc...edibly wealthy by local standards. The company had only five expats in Lusaka. None of us were over 25, which came as a surprise, except Mr Keans who was in his 40's. We were all married. All of the other wives like Paula were very pretty. I did not twig at all to the significance of this until months later.Mr Kioto was married to a stunningly. We went down to the club, to our VIP table and it was not 10 minutes later the 2 guys came by said hi. I asked her if they could join us as I met them in the gym etc…. and she said of course. She went to the bathroom, and when she returned I could tell her walk was already fucked. I got out to let her in the booth and as she passed by I put my hand up her skirt and squeezed her pussy. No blow back and I knew she was going to be all of our slut tonight. Each of the guys sat on either side of. She went back down and sat on the porch. During the rest of the afternoon, the rest of her students arrived. Danny Kaiser was a freshman. He was just under six feet tall, husky, with sandy blonde hair, glasses, and a shy smile. His parents came with him. They looked Louise, Danny’s room, and the rest of the house over, pronounced them acceptable, and left. Mark Rucker was a junior math major. Quiet and a bit shy, he had black hair and was dressed in a dress shirt and slacks. He took stack after. No one in sight. No one anywhere. No one at all. Somewhere, somebody was screaming. As I watched, the hallway began to lengthen, pulling away from me in all directions, even in the narrow axis, so that the opposite wall was soon a mile away. So much room. So much space. And no one there. No one anywhere. I decided the screaming was not going to stop. My greatest fear from the operating room had been my inability to breathe; and now, it was happening again. The hand that I had raised tentatively.