More politics as usual but I was learning to tolerate it and find the good things that happened from it. The people were interesting, the culture diff...rent.In the end we all wanted the same things; security, three square meals a day, a better place for our children, a warm bed to share with someone that we loved. We all had different ideas on how to make that happen.It was after midnight when the door closed on Air Force 2 for the flight home. They were to drop me off in Brownsville on Thursday. Every man and woman could see that each curve was naturally hers. The back and necklines plunged. The long flowing skirt was split in the front, and her long Dutch skater legs peaked through with every stride. She wore her yellow hair, not up in an elaborate headdress as was the predominant fashion, but down and long, like a peasant. Most shocking of all, was her mask. It was not gold foil, it was not a colorful plaster, it was a leather grotesque that covered most of her face. She was not a. Icould feel his breaths. I could smell him, his passion and ardoroozing out of his pores. As were mine.He was looking at all of me, all of my face, yes. But his eyes keptcoming back to my lips. To the lipstick. He made a questioning look.?Do you like it?? I asked, almost breathlessly.?Oh yes, very much. Your lips are so sexy! Is that your wife?slipstick??I shook my head. ?No. I borrowed it from Barbara?s purse.?Gary laughed out loud. ?She never looked this fantastic wearing it.?I. She stood up, and for the first time glanced briefly my way. If I had blinked I would have missed it, but she jerked her head very slightly in a silent “Follow me.” Then she strolled toward the main staircase. Heading for the stairs was not of itself unusual behaviour, since the Ladies and Gents rooms were off the upstairs mezzanine. But giving me the nod to follow was certainly unusual for a Mrs Ambassador. My better judgement was saying “Don’t even think .