On arriving one of them told me she had wished she could have had me that night. Anyway, next day I got stranded in a small place that I cannot name because I have relatives there who obviously must not come accross this report. I had trucked down from the border and then waited for the next bus to come tomorrow, that is, some time same week. As in many African villages there is a patch of sand where buses and trucks stop with some shops and beer bars around. I made friendship with a shop keeper.
Shops there are merely large wooden boxes that can be opened on one side for business.
She invited me in and we got increasingly closer and she kissed me in all public and there wasn't anything bad about it. Her problem was that she was having several kids at home. She wasn't a prostitute, she just enjoyed me but she couldn't come to my room. She put my hand in some secret place from behind while she was selling and enjoyed what I did to her and really managed to conceal it all in a way I think no one noticed our activity. When I got back to my hotel I found that the girls were cleaning my room.