" Gwen snickered. "Oh, hell yes, it can." Grace looked over at Gwen, asking, "So who was this Smith guy or what was he?" Looking around, Gwen said, "S...omeone looking for a German from the Big War, sounds like Israel." I blurted, "Mossad, Israeli CIA." Gwen and Grace both looked at me speculatively then nodded. I looked around as I asked, "Where's the rest of our flock right now?" Gwen answered, "If I had to guess, I say its lingerie time right now." I nodded. This should be cheering news but. I don't understand how that can be possible. Why don't theothers remember being boys?" You're different than the other girls, Diana. That's why you stillremember what they don't," replied Ms. Dalton. "They tried tocircumvent the house rules so we sent you to retrieve them. Theyremained boys for a longer period of time than is considered safe andwere nearly lost to us forever."I shook my head. "I sort of remember, but I still don't understand." You need some rest and relaxation," smiled Ms.. I called ambassador Fauntroy; I knew the British also had an embassy in Windhoek and explained my needs. Then I called Ben David and explained the same.Israel had an outpost as Ben David called it 50 miles south- south east of Windhoek. Close to the border of Botswana and South Africa. Terrorist were involved ivory poaching and diamond trade to finance terrorism in the Middle East by various groups. The out posts were used to flush out the illegal trade and eliminate the traders.And then the. I smiled coyly at the driver, who was watching me intently in his rear view mirror. He seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes on the road. I'd not the foggiest idea why, hmmm? I leaned forward slightly to give him an even better view and he nearly rear ended a police cruiser stopped for a red light. I gave a soft chuckle and winked.As the driver pulled away from the intersection, I maintained eye contact with him in the mirror as I raised my right hand slowly to my boobs and massaged my left.