"No, deck hand!" Jo said forcibly."Sorry I thought you were prostitutes," he said, "You dress like prostitutes." It's a swim suit!" Jo protested, "It'... wet," she said but she wasn't as she had already dried off in the afternoon sun."Not allowed under Cuban Law, you come to the Police Station I think," he insisted."We have to get back to the "Empress," Lynnie explained."No, you must come with me, it won't take long," he explained and with an eye on his colt 45 revolver tucked into his belt. I doubted she would be single for verylong.Like all their customers, Gerdy personally greeted me at the door. So bythis point, even only eaten at the 'Nordic' a couple of times, it feltlike I was one of the regulars. Today was no different.Sitting on the patio overlooking the forest she set down an order of fishballs, potato casserole and a mixture of fresh vegetables. Recently shehad been giving me extra dishes.As Gerdy set down a plate of something I had not seen before, I wassuddenly hit on. The girl had loved it then, and she could love it again. With the proper coaxing, she would fall into his arms again. He knew it! He just knew it!"Good photography, Priss," Clete said. "You're a real artist."Priscilla chuckled bitterly. "Look at that little pink asshole dance and twitch! Fuck, I'd like to see that dog screwing it, right there in her ass, while her husband watches."Clete said nothing. He didn't want anything to happen to Desirée. He cared about her, wanted her in his bed. "It's ok, I keep em smooth" he smiled back "everyone likes em that way".The guy laughed "what about your balls?" he was lookng at the smoothnuggest that hung in a smooth sac between Aaron's legs."Yep keep em shaved too" Aaron smiled back. "Great for tea bagging" helaughed.The walk to the shower stall was next. He moved among modest soldiersaround the labyrinth of sinks and toilet stalls across the tiled floow intothe steam filled room.The water felt good, even better, that morning then before..