Although it was early she felt tired; emotionally drained, she supposed, as a result of the strange experiences of that evening. She went to bed.The w...ather was sultry. A bout of late autumn sunshine following on from a week’s rain meant the city felt damp. In Allison’s bedroom, with windows closed it was stuffy but she knew that leaving them open would mean a chilly early morning.Allison lay, unable to settle, pulling her duvet over herself and pushing it off again at regular intervals as she. Thin beams of moonlight streamed through the curtains and in the dim light I could see more details than I had the night before.The shape was roughly human but seemed to have no hair or clothing. The light shone off of smooth, black skin stretched over a bald head and wiry muscles. Its face was cast into shadow but I could just make out the suggestion of too-large pale eyes and features that seemed unnaturally long and angular. There was a faint odor, like the smell of burning autumn leaves.My. "You couldn't be a day over eighteen, my dear," he replied with a playful wink.This time her laugh was full at his jest. "Yes, you caught me. I graduated high school at the ripe age of fourteen." She blushed and played with her paper napkin, unable to look into his eyes. Her willpower, she feared, would melt away just by looking into their pools and she couldn't risk it. "Actually, I'm twenty-eight." And breathtaking," he said with no apologies."Thank you," she said blushing. "You're quite. They exchanged glances and a look of mutual embarrassment passed between them. This was proving to be something they hadn’t counted on.The black woman, from the Luo tribe, was named Ambala. She was widowed and 45. And while she found most of her duties boring, getting the opportunity to humiliate mzungus (whites) made her job a delight. Howard Owiti, the Senior Customs Official, liked to have her perform ?cavity searches? because she knew how to do it in a way that made many of her victims.