Every so often, Dad would quiz me about where we were, and how to get to someplace else; after a couple of hours, it became clear that I wouldn't have...any real problems finding my way around - at least, in a general sense. Apparently satisfied that I wouldn't run out of gas and die of starvation in the middle of an urban environment, Dad finally pointed the car toward home. Even on the drive back, we continued our conversation - by the time we pulled into the driveway, I felt even closer to him. “I did not want another Morocco incident or for JBG to have to go in and reestablish security from the ground up. Since Morocco, there have been changes in policy and procedures when an imminent attack is suspected. Victor is here to fill us in with the latest update,” I said.“When JBG forwarded this folder to us last week it was the first we had heard of an attack in the planning for Kampala. The CIA and NSA verified the information on Friday,” Victor said.“In the past we would have closed the. .." he said, looking up as if he was thinking about what to do but his sister could not help but see that his hand was under his pants now.Madhuri was beginning to catch on."So, just what do I have to do to keep you from telling on me?" she asked."You don't have to do anything," Ravi said as the same thought as she had flashed through his mind. "Unless you want to, that is. I think I'd rather tell Mom and Dad what's been going on. I really should..." Please Ravi... please don't tell. You can.... With a twist, I started the water with the preciseness of long habit: first the hot, followed by the cold. I stuck my hand into the water flow. The hot water slowly cleared the pipe between the shower and water heater downstairs. The water hitting my hand began to warm.Eventually, it began to burn; I adjusted the cold water.The shower had reached my favourite temperature by the time my hand had returned from the knob. I reached back to the knob twice until I felt the flow had reached the.