.. spirit. Her beauty.She broke the silence. "So, Jeff ... don't you mind looking at me?"I hesitated, but said, "No ... I could look at you for hours....You are beautiful." Really? Even with these?" She waved her hand to indicate the marks on her body."Especially with those marks. I hate why they are there, but in a way they accentuate your beauty. And they certainly attest to your character." Character? A killer?" I wouldn't want to argue in a court of law, but as far as I'm concerned, you were. I sat there and noticed that she continued to stare at my bulging pants and I said to her softly, "Show me your little pussy Tara."Tara looked at me and the smile left her face and she looked me in the eyes and slowly moved her hand down to the edge of her shorts and pulled them to the side as she looked around to make sure nobody else was able to see.Tara moved her panties to the side exposing her small little pussy and showing the tuft of red hair that covered her pubic mound. Her cute. Mom and Dad were into some pretty kinky stuff. On one end of their closet was a secret door that led into a small room that I had never known about. In there were stacks of magazines, VCR tapes, DVDs, and all sorts of things. I found boxes of dildos, vibrators, and leather goods. They had ball gags, butt plugs, and handcuffs. There were photo albums and there was a computer. I simply turned it on and when the background appeared it was my sister Julie, naked, smiling, and squatting on some. 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 bring 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.