Behind the bathroom was the laundry room and storage closet. There were no windows so it was always pitch black at all times of the day. I soon figure... out that I could see clearly into the bathroom thru the small hole undetected with the darkness of the room surrounding.The weekend comes and my cousin and his wife come over for a swim on a hot & muggy Saturday afternoon. Now his wife isn't the prettiest woman, yet not terrible looking by any means. A bit heavyset around 5 ft. 7 in. or so in. Everything from the older woman shopping for an elegant expensive necklace that will subtly call attention to her cleavage, to the college girl looking at a short skirt, knowing it will make boys notice her butt wiggle. All of these dreams of lust feed me, as I sleep in my chamber deep below the mall. But every once in a while, even at this age, I need more direct sustenance. Which is what I was doing today, looking on the monitors for a woman to satisfy my lust. And what a show it was... young. Her shirt was old and faded, but revealed the forms of pleasantly sized breasts. Her jeans were just as old and faded as her shirt, and they too showed off her appealing figure. All in all, this was a very handsome woman. Jake was impressed."Is your husband coming down?" he asked.There was a long pause before she answered; Jake could tell she was trying to decide something, eventually she spoke. "I lied to you ... I probably am stupid to tell you this, but my husband is not here. Actually he. " I'm sure the embassy will help you," said Rao. "They've almost certainly got a consulate in Timbuktu. They must have a record of you in their files, so it'll be easy for them to issue you with a new passport."And what if they have no record? Vashti wondered to herself. This mightn't be as easy as Rao might think.In the meantime, however, there was much for Vashti to learn from her companions, although most of that was related to religion and sex. The former was much more of a mystery to.