They go with the ambassador.

They got into the car, and with a single nod from Harris, the driver proceeded on a ten-minute drive from the airport to the embassy. It was nothing at all like they had expected. The two-story building looked like a condemned garage that was painted over. Poorly.

"Follow me ladies," said Harris, leading them inside. The small "office" consisted of little more than a desk, an electric fan pointed at an aging desktop computer. By the time Jodi turned around to ask about the paperwork, the ambassador had tossed his shirt on the floor and loosened his belt.

"Well don't just stand there," he said. "Unless you'd like a ride back to the airport."

To Jodi's surprise, Melissa began pulling up her tank top.

"Yes...yes," said the ambassador. "Now what about you?"