At one time, it had been filled with furniture.He went into the bedroom that he had once shared with his wife. There was just a box spring and mattres... combination in the middle of the room. There wasn’t a head board or bed frame to keep the mattress off the floor. There wasn’t any kind of furniture there. It had all been sold off.Judy’s dresses were hanging in the closet. Among the clothes hanging in the closet were her uniforms for the burger place. They were neatly pressed. Her undergarments. I can remember feeling an instant excitement, my little dick twitched as y body reacted to the shock but no fear, no alarm and strangely, looking back, no embarrassment. He had a thin black moustache and he smelled of strong tobacco, probably cigars or a pipe. I didn't like the smell and taste of the tobacco but it was not objectionable. He leaned back a little and asked if I liked that. I had no answer, I suppose my brain was still trying to take it all in but I didn't dislike it and kind of. Sheila gave me a full body hug kiss to thank me for inviting her and her friend to our high altitude cookout. We were on the thirtieth floor.I responded in kind to Sheila, somewhat to her pleasant surprise. Whereas I’d been a bit surprised and stoic when she’d said goodbye a couple of weeks earlier, this time I embraced her and pulled her tightly against me, especially where our hips came together. After our hot kiss I got a megawatt smile from her, indicating that she liked the interaction.Tom. She was totally enraged about the treatment of women in Kobekistan even before she arrived, and had already written an exposé of the "shocking lack of civil liberty" in the country. When she was made to wear an abaya on the journey from the airport to the embassy she became incandescent. On learning that she could not go out in the streets of Kobek to interview people at all, even under an abaya, her wrath knew no bounds.She immediately demanded to see the Ambassador, whom she tried to bully.