We were down to 6 days. All the food we had brought was nearly gone and the cooks had been hitting the local markets for weeks.On Monday Ambassadors M...rrison and Fauntroy came to see me. They had a donation of children’s clothing arrive that they wanted carried to Nimule camp. It was too much to put in the chopper so the flat bed truck and trailer was sent.All the crates that we were not going to use to get back home along with the stack of pallets were loaded and sent. As before, the truck. I hated my own mother with a passion. She was bright, too--like Kayla. But where Kayla was open-minded and sought to be fair to everyone's different points of view, my own mother was prudish and judgemental. She probably considered herself a liberal, but she was more like a stern Puritan in my eyes, always looking down her nose at something.Anyway, I always became angry when I thought of my own mother. I had finally told her towards the end of 2009 that I never wanted to see or speak to her. Can I sleep at yourplace?" It was unlike me to be so direct. "Of course, that sofa folds out tomake a large and comfortable bed." Perfect, I hadn't intended sleeping in Kirsten'sbed with her. "Oh, and I don't have any suitable clothes to wear, I was expectingto be going back to Paris tomorrow." "You can borrow some of my stuff. You'llfind a stretchy top and some trousers that will fit you in my wardrobes. Borrowsome pants, and a bra too – they all belong to the company – butyou might struggle. “Uh, I’m not really sure, no baseball tonight, so I guess just homework?”“Excellent, I’ll see you at my house immediately after school, you can make it up to me for texting during my class” Ms Dyers stated in a sultry tone.She placed one hand on Jake’s chest while her other palmed his crotch through his Khaki Shorts, she leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips before sending him on his way. “You’re dismissed. See you after school” She called out before returning to her desk. Jake had to.