"She looks away. Face red. Hand reaching out all on it's own to grab the back of a chair."The guy got caught and somehow you came out of it all squeak... clean. Your wonderful life intact. You were oh so very lucky. Except. Except you took the papers outside to your back deck to take the pictures. I was watching from my bedroom window. Playing with my camera. It was not until the story hit the papers that I started to wonder. Did a little editing zoom and there they were. The very plans that were. It was me who would instruct her to carry out certain tasks and she would adhere to it. We hardly spoke out of work and the interaction was strictly professional.Payal was a good looking girl with sharp features, dreamy eyes, about 5.6 in height with a well-maintained figure. She had the right curves and I could not stop admiring her as she kept herself well which was quite a turn on for me. However, I never stepped out of line as I don’t mess with my work. We exchanged pleasantries whenever we. In more clarity, I mean that it was a foregone conclusion I would be heading out for a new assignment sooner rather than later because I wasn’t getting anything written sitting behind a desk in London just reading the reports from the field all over the globe.I had only been to Belgrade once before and I wondered how the city had fared after the disgusting bombing of innocent civilian areas and essential infrastructure by a pompous female Secretary of State that regarded advice from. I pulled myself out of my disturbed thoughts and tried to engage Ilane and Liza more. It helped to pass the time, and soon it was already midday. We decided to stop only to feed and give water to the horses. While Clive and I did that, the ladies made quick meals we could eat while we continued. We all did not want to risk the possibility that one or more of those things were following us.When evening came, we made sure to find a site that was close to the road. This would allow us to make.