And then Debbie ran in to the room with her towel around her and before she saw anything she said "I think my mom's up! You better jump in the shower ...efore she comes in here!" She was three fee in front of us when she actually saw her mother cupping my breast, and my arms around her shoulder. She stopped dead, speechless, motionless. That's when my mind kicked back in, and I was mortified again.I grabbed the sheet and jumped up and started stammering "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'll go, I'll go,. Omasenge), man possessed by female spirit; eshengi (pl. ovashengi), "he who is approached from behind" —Ambo/Ovambo (Wanyama) wändarwäräd, "male-female"; wändawände,"mannish women" —Amhara (Amharic) jigele ketön, reciprocal anal intercourse —Bafia (Fia) mzili (pl., inzili); buyazi —Bagishu/Bageshu, Gisu kitesha (pl. bitesha), male and female —Bala/Basongye/Ba-songe/Songe mokobo, tongo, sterile men —Bambala/Mbala akho’si, lagredis, court kitesha (pl. bitesha), male and female. " I laughed, "I won't bore you with the jargon, but anyway, once I knew for sure that the guns and stuff were coming in there, I needed to find out their route north, over the border to Belfast. I quit my job and bummed my way up the N47 as far as Dublin where I dropped a letter in at the embassy and then aimed for Belfast. I got intercepted on route by a scruffy little twat called Joe, he was actually a captain in the Regiment, but a brilliant under cover man. “Watch your back Dave,” he said,. She was wearing a tight pair of low-rise jean, black four-inch heels, and a peach colored sweater with a v-cut that showed a hint of cleavage. The sweater was angora, and fit hertightly. Her curly, red hair was pulled back, with just one strandfalling down the middle of her face. I recognized her immediately. We shook hands, and I complemented her appearance. I bought her a drink,and we spent the rest of the night talking. That was one thing thatalways attracted me to her: we could always talk.