I not only fell in love with the place, but as I wandered about looking at the old structures, the seeds of The Sugar Cane Plantation began to form.I ...on't tell you where it really is. At least not now.I don't think the real owners, if they ever read this piece would appreciate the suggestion that their relatively upscale bed and breakfast was associated with terrible perversions.I've given enough clues though so that anyone familiar with the West Indies should be able to figure it out. One. Intelligence Community is an invisible government. I giggle from experiences Up Close and Personal. The names are changed to protect the innocent, but the story is true.After the head of one Three-Letter Agency, a lieutenant general that I shall call Jeff Ellis, retired, he became CEO of a quite unclassified, but not-for-profit, industry research organization. My role included being his traveling technical adviser, and something of a court jester. In all seriousness, I like him very much, and. It was a great looking red head model named Stacey Ellis - she was hoping this show would give her the boost of getting into being a presenter, but had been conned by her agency. Dean kept thinking to himself that he'd seen her somewhere before, but just couldn't place her. She walked into the hotel and Dean jumped up like a little Jack Russell on heat. Grabbed her bags (there were plenty of them), and followed her to the lift. As the doors opened to the lift then both got in and the doors. Amanda settled on the floor and hearing her, Tony joined her. She handed him his books and told him to continue to read where he'd left off before. With a quiet mumble of complaint, he began reading silently. Oh it was hot. The ocean didn't offer much relief. Once in a while a wind would stir a wisp of her hair but it wasn't as steady as she'd hoped. Glancing at Tony absorbed in his reading, she unfastened the first 4 buttons of her blouse. Without too much movement she lifted her skirts to.