They talked a little, mostly gossip about some of their fellow workers, and Jacqui began to feel very tired."Why don't you stay here tonight?" asked Q...eenie, "I'm sure we can manage somehow."The room was a perfectly normal room, about ten feet be eight, such as any married couple might have, so Jacqui thought there should be room for two. She slipped her clothes off, with a part of her mind wondering that she was prepared to do that in front of a stranger, but Queenie was slipping hers off as. "Don't worry, I won't bother you two in the kitchen. I'll be in the gardening shed if you need me.I found Angelica in the kitchen as promised looking quite bored. "Well, it's about time, you're as bad as any girl." Sorry, I lost track of time," I lied.She gave me a long look, her eyes narrowed. "I very much doubt that. How many times did you change your clothes before settling for shorts and a t-shirt?" None." Now I know that's bullshit, Timmy," Angelica said, directing a vicious grin my way.. " Een paar tellen later staar ik naar mijn spiegelbeeld. Enkan ik niet geloven dat ik dit aan heb. De broek is wit en zit als eentweede vel rond mijn lichaam. De zijkanten van de broek worden bij elkaargebonden door roze veters. Vanaf boven tot beneden, alleen het laatstestukje laat wat vrij. Het truitje is in dezelfde kleur als de veters,roze. Het is vrij laag uitgesneden, en laat bovendien een deel van mijnbuik vrij. Aan mijn voeten krijg ik een paar roze vletjes. Ondergoed draagik er niet. After breakfast Thomas MacKay brought two horses and a camel drawn cart to my tent. He and Hassan had already loaded the cart with their baggage – plus a small European type tent and food and water – ready for the desert trek. My campaign trunk, containing my European and military clothing, together with Mimi’s travel trunk with all her European clothes, were then stowed aboard. Around my waist I wore the money belt containing three hundred sovereigns, and also had a brace of cap lock pistols.