My groin felt like it had been ripped apart. i limped inside. the old man was in the old woman again. the two bitches were hugging and crying. my rapi...t wasn't around. looking at me, the taller one said' you've been raped too? these people are animals. we must escape. if we can get out, my dad has friends. these assholes will rot in hell'i felt sorry for her. she had been raped too. how many girls' lives had they ruined that day? i felt sick, when sjmhe spoke again.' you must be a local. Somalia, the country that spawned the pirates that attacked us on Nauru, needed someone to organize the removal of the warlords, psychotic rapists, and killing and torturing filth that covered Somalia in the blood of innocents.I had my mission and billions of dollars to put to use to see it through.Rick was in Africa with me, and we locked ourselves in the conference room of Air Force Two and plotted all the way home. The multi-media capability on-board was second to none, and we had access to. She didn't have to — we all knew. "You know sir, I just wanted to take off my clothes in solidarity when I heard the news this morning ... right at my desk ... I was so proud I worked for a company that cares," she added as her confreres around the table nodded their heads in agreement.I couldn't help checking her out as she talked ... cutest face imaginable ... great little tits..."And from a business standpoint it may make sense too sir," Greg from Cornel offered."Why?" I challenged while. "Right here," she said tossing me the bag."Thanks. Mind going outside while I change please?" Hehe, it's nothing I haven't already seen, but alright," she said witha smile as she left the room. In the bag I bound some underwear, myshoes, a pair of jeans, a black tee-shirt, and a gray hooded sweater,all of which I threw on. I still wasn't used to how tight girl's jeanswere compared to guy's, but still at least they were pants."Ready," I called after I was done.Mom stepped back into the room and.