A small vanity with a mirror in front was attached to the wall outside. I went and did my business. I wondered if there was a shower, and then realize... that the shower was probably just the slab of concrete adjacent to the vanity, where a garden hose was coiled on. Spartan facilities…She showed me to my room. It was small, furnished with a small metal bed covered with a simple mattress, white sheets and a thin blanket. A small chest of drawers was the only other piece of furniture. The window. It will make the muscle relax so that you can pull it together." Oh Gods that hurts!" he gasped out as she finished. "Ok. Now run off to the river and get lots of water. I'll guard the tent while you're gone," he smiled at his own poor joke. When she came back he took her hand."Lormia, before you stitch up the skin, take half of the black powder from the black bottle. Sprinkle it throughout the wound even on the cut skin. Then quickly stitch the skin." If I'm not in what for me is my normal. "Cunt," I replied, almost inaudibly."I want a full sentence, and louder, please," she said, stabbing again, forcing my lips to open a little wider."This is my cunt," came my reply, a little louder this time."That's better, but you forgot to tell us something about it."I didn't know what she was getting at."Well, I'll give you a hint. It's wet, isn't it?"Feeling more blood rush to my face, I said as loud as I could manage, "This is my soaking wet cunt."This declaration produced roaring laughter. It looks like a drug deal gone bad in a big way. Mexico has not asked us to help in any investigation that I know of,” I replied.“Shree, you’re up,” I said.“Ambassador, there was a report that you turned in your resignation to the President on Friday from a very reliable source. I know you are here but what can you tell us about that report?” Shree asked.“You need to have a conference with Tracy. I’m sure the two of you can come to a conclusion about your very unreliable source,” I.