The next morning, my sister goes to the bathroom (always external :-P) for first and when she returns in the room she is always with the pajama and sh... tells me that i can go to the bathroom because she must dress and also she says at me that she must put the stockings :-P and so i was very glad :-P because i love watching girls in stockings or in pantyhose (in the specific case of my sis then... :-P) and so i'm gone in the bathroom external :-P and, under the shower, i succeed right away at. Jackass. I mean, how stupid do you have to be to include the employment letter, the one that tells you to apply for a visitor visa “and avoid the hassle” of a work visa, in with your application and passport.I outlined this quickly for the ambassador. He was not pleased.“Look, issue that visa. Just do it.”Here’s the moment, another one, where I earn my salary.“I’m sorry, Mr. Ambassador, but that is not an instruction I am permitted to accept.”“What?” He began to sputter, then realized what he’d. I couldn't tell my mom what I had witnessed. Even as a c***d, I knew that what I had seen was none of my business. If I had mentioned it to my mom, my sister would have never trusted me again. Ten minutes later, Lori came down the stairs. She looked flawless. Her makeup was clean and her hair was neat. "You eating?" mom asked bluntly. "No," Lori replied in an emotionless tone. She glanced at me for a second. She threw me a sharp look.. not quite angry, but cold enough to make me uncomfortable.. He excused himself from the table, saying he was going to retire outside and enjoy a cigarette and would I care to join him.As an occasional smoker I said I would be delighted. I looked over to my husband who glanced up momentarily. I mimed a smoking cigarette and he just nodded, continuing his conversation with his colleagues.My host held my arm and escorted me through the double doors of the ballroom. He guided to me to what appeared to be a conservatory, but in fact was a private veranda..