Lifting my knees up, I hugged them and buried my face in the sweat-soaked camouflage. I was racked with violent sobs, my shoulders bouncing uncontroll...bly. The gasp of a wet sniffle jolted me from my self-pity some time later. It was one of the Médecins Sans Frontières nurses standing at the entrance of the corridor a few metres away. I think her name was Tabitha. She was holding her hand over her mouth, the other supporting her wrist. Tears streamed from her eyes and rippled over her fingers.. Sue Ellen turned to the old bat and grinned. "That was a display of personal gratitude. If I was displaying affection, I'd really have gotten in trouble." That brought more laughter from the other girls, and Sue Ellen went on, waving at me. "Tom Ferguson helped the police rescue Dawn Driscoll from being raped and murdered yesterday." With that, Sue Ellen turned and walked away, followed in quick order by the rest of the cheerleaders.I glanced at Mrs. Jenkins; decided I was glad I'd had her last. I walked up stairs and lay back on the bed so the top of my stocking's could be seen ,to my shock this beautiful black guy walked straight into our bedroom. I said what the fuck are you doing in our house and he said in a really calm voice selling broadband and enjoying the view. But i didn't say you could come into our house and he just said no, your exact words were follow me dear which i did.He was a beautiful six foot hunk, well toned and groomed,something my wife and I would fantasise. Demurely. Dressed down, you could say. In a way that always lessened rather than increased attention toward her... ahem... "assets".She looked up sharply and caught me "regarding"."What are you looking at?" Nice outfit!" I volunteered."Thanks" she said, but gave me a funny look.A few more days passed, in the same old boring tasks. I couldn't wait to get back to my usual desk, doing my usual paperwork while surreptitiously surfing the net. The only upside of my present task was working with.