" I make for the door."Wait," she calls out before I can reach the knob. "There are some things we need to discuss."I turn around and look at her. "Ye...?" Come and sit down," she requests, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of her. I sit back. It's comfortable enough."Is this about my performance?" I ask. I thought I'd been doing pretty damned good for my first six months here.She smiles slightly. "In a way." She pushes her chair back from the desk, leaning back a little. "Your performance. I don’t know how she managed. I got up from the bed and went to switch on the lights. I asked her what happenedKomal was not talking. I asked her again. She did not say anything.I got tense and went out to check her son. He was sleeping happily. I checked his pulse and breath. They were also fine. I was relieved from the tension and went to see Komal.Me: Komal what happened?Komal said in a very low tone “pain.”I immediately got a smile on my face, actually a blush imagining my luck. I thought. On all eight occasions neither of the subjects was dressed and the bed had been used. Pictures of the room and subjects are in the report. We also made audio recordings of each encounter by placing a microphone under the door of the room. The subjects had sex on every visit to the hotels during our surveillance." Many days we have documented inappropriate contact at the campaign headquarters or afterward. We actually have photographs of the subjects engaged in sexual acts three times at the. I eventually gave up as none of the guys were going to leave the stalls and they weren’t doing anything which is so frustrating. I don’t know why they go in looking for sex and when it is right next door only a wood panel between them they don’t go for it!As I walked out the teenage boy was standing just outside near the door. As I went to pass him he asked if the toilets were still full and I said yes and I added there were more downstairs on the 4th and 3rd floors. He said okay and that he.