But eventually I settled on a topic, one that related particularly to my reason for being in Tanzania. I went to Tanzania to teach English, to work a...ong side native teachers to help their education, to give them a first hand experience to a native speaker of the language. The school I was ‘stationed’ in, if you will, was in a small village called Amani. It was a dark, poorly built, and not equipped well enough to cope with the number of students that attend. Students share textbooks between. When we went back to my room, she opened one of the two wardrobes. It was full of new clothes. Aunt Mary took out a white sleeveless tee shirt with a powder blue logo on it. It was immediately pulled over my head. She then took out some matching powder blue shorts and white panties. She slipped the cotton panties up my legs. I noticed they had what looked like re-enforcing in the crotch, where she sprinkled the talcum powder. She then slid the shorts up my legs, fastening them with the single. Japanese prisons are not as civil as in most other Westernized nations.Yuki finished her Ramen and the waitress arrived promptly to remove the bowl. “How was it?” asked the waitress.“Very good,” said Yuki though she never even noticed the taste of the food as she swallowed it.“Dessert?” asked the waitress.“Yes, please,” said Yuki.A different waitress rolled a dessert cart to Yuki’s table. She chose a slice of creamy chocolate mousse. Trying to enjoy the mousse, or at least taste it, she ate. ”I was taken aback with her suggestion. “Wouldn’t you be jealous if we did anything?”“Of course,” she responded. “But I love you and if I don’t want to see you missing out on your home comforts while I’m away.”I really didn’t know what to say to that but I responded by saying, “Anyway she might not want that.”“I don’t think so,” Sunita replied. “Actually she asked me if I was willing to share you.”“Share?”“Yes.”I was a little stunned by that.“Isha and I go back a long way,” she told me. “We....