The story i am narrating happened in Dakar in Senegal… My husband took me with him to a business trip… I knew it was going to be boring cause i wi...l spend most of The time in the hotel.. Or its spa…Day one went without any thing and i was already bored and felt unsexed… Day two i woke up late… Spent some time in the bath tube… I left the bathroom door open as usually the housekeeping staff are females… However that day a tall man around 30 came to do my room… I was getting lazily out of the. My tight fitting t-shirt clung to my body and I was certain that the outline of my sports bra was showing through the thin material, but I could care less.They say that physical activity is a great stress-reliever, but I think that is an understatement. My time running on the track team was just about the only thing that had been able to stop the constant buzz in my head since the last time I was with Malcolm.The wind in my face, the burning in my thighs, and the ground flying by underneath my. I knew he was watching and I thought why no give him a show. I was teasing him terribly and giggled softly to myself ‘He’s taking things in his own hands as usual,’ so I rolled over on my stomach, “Show’s over I told myself, don’t want to give him too much exposure.” After a short time I got up to get a drink. I noticed a neighbor peeking out his side window, smiling I gave him a wink and strutted into the house to prepare for that evening. After a quick shower and having my hubby shave my legs. We were then taken through for an informal test; it consisted of a brief Literacy and Mathematics test and basic general knowledge quiz. We were informed that we were first on the list of successful applicants for our region and the other family were the back-up family in case we pulled out at any stage.We were led out on to the stage and placed behind a set of five microphones and given a handheld buzzer to press when responding to a question asked. There were three other families, one from.