Although Carole could be a bit of a bitch I generally got on OK with her; while I knew that Hugo was in love with Pippa! She didn't know it, but Hugo ...new I knew; however I couldn't fault him in his taste of women and we got on as well as could be expected in the circumstances.Hugo and Pippa had been away recently on some seminar dealing with Third World debt (he worked for the same charity as her but in the London office). Carole worked for a global pharmaceutical company, and when I joined. She started to moan”gattiga inka gattiga na donga moguda”(common press them hard my secret husband)n used some abusive words n I got hornier listening to abusive words from her.with her words I started to pinch her nipples n took her right nipple n started to suck it.pressed her left boob hard with my right hand.she started to moan loud I had to close her mouth with my hand so that my parents in other room would not hear her moans.i stuffed her mouth with a cloth.I played with her boobs for a. "What?" she cried."I'm going home. I mean, back to your place." Huh? Sure. That's fine... that was the plan, right?" No, I mean. No, that is, yes. The plan, yea. But I mean like right now. I'm going." What? But I'm not ready." Fine! But, you know, I'm out the door. Passing through on the way out. To let you know."Polly put on a pout. "But I don't wanna leave yet." You don't have to." But how will I get home?" Well," I just sort of rolled my eyes, "I'm sure you can get all the rides you want. They were then moved into another part of the compound for the next month for training in their new roles. For Chaing it meant a crash course in all things judged as female. There were courses on female hygiene, tampons, PMS, and other dealings with women's monthly curse, as well as learning how to wear traditional female garments. There was also a crash course in home economics concerning cleaning, cooking, and taking care of the home for your husband. And there was another course on how to.