The last five of the Rapid Response group went home Thursday. They were coming back Sunday night and were then flying to Bogota. The return would brin... back the five there. The 18 from Morocco were to return on Monday as well. It was the start of our retraining of all 500 of the embassy personnel. Next week would be busy again.Saturday morning we had a long breakfast at the gym refreshment center with the four homeless girls. We learned a little more about them and I'm sure they did about. As I said earlier in my stories I am very concerned about the authenticity of the emailers and a few serious ones did share their authentication.Amongst such emailers there was this young chick who said, Abhi there is my authentication, I know for a few years now and you work at xxxxx company and you stay at xxxxxx area. I stay very close to you and if you can guess who am I!. I was very curious to know who is this girl and was thinking very hard as to who this chick could be! I spent days. She loved how I commented about her daughter’s growing ass and boobs. She was even open for a 3some – me, her and her daughter.Next time I was hanging out at Smita’s place. She had walked out for some work and would be back in a couple of hours. Mita – her 18-year daughter incidentally came home early that day. I had met Mita before but it was just a passing greetings like for a dinner in a restaurant or meeting her mom in the mall. But this time I consciously decided to talk to her. She was. Gradually she opened her pretty eyes. Flushed silly, but feeling I imagine extraordinarily healthy, she smiled up at me. “I can’t believe I just let you do that…but it felt so good,” she giggled, pulling her bra straps back up and wriggling her skirt down to her knees as she spoke. There is something just so inherently arousing observing a girl do that, most especially a teenager.It was about that moment I remembered that I had needs of my own and watching what I just had, hardly qualified as a.