“About two and a half years, I think. Something like that,” he replied.‘Damn,’ I thought. ‘That lovely cock had been going to waste for that...long.’He helped me clean up after dinner.He even mopped up the spilt drink while I put his clothes in the dryer. I took him to my room. He was hesitant, and I had a feeling he hadn’t spent a lot of time in a girl’s room. He seemed unsure of the correct protocols as to getting her into bed.I flicked the towel off him and tossed it on the end of the bed for. At one point I did over hear one of the guests ask Anne where Cindy was, her answer was that she wanted to spend some quality time with Leslie and was upstairs in her room. I thought to myself,quality time, from what had occurd I surely wondered what was going on upstairs. As was normal, I was the first one up Sunday morning, I made coffee and jumped on the computer to get some work done. Anne woke up a bit later and I got her her tea. Around 9 I heard Cindys door open and someone go. " I could see the tears in her eyes now."I have tried, Victoria!" She cried out, sobbing. "I have tried so hard to be good. I have done everything I know how to be as good as I can be. But I must not be good enough, because they have never come to find me. I have spent 23 years waiting, and looking, and they never come. What if I dreamed it all? What if there is no family for me? How long do I wait, until I know either I dreamed it or I am just not good enough? What do I do if they never come?. I went out with the early ones and stood at the wall next to the door.Ninety minutes later I was still standing by the door when the question and answer session began. The camera hogs were getting hammered with tough questions. The stuttering soon started and they began passing questions to others.Then the words I was hoping I would not hear were uttered, “I believe Ambassador Jones had a broader knowledge of events and can answer that question,” one of the agency directors said. “Is the.