The mast was still gone, true, but a new one of spruce and cypress had been laid up and laminated and now glistened in the morning’s dappled shade, ...nd the old man looked at the wood and rubbed his hands along the length of the mast and smiled with approval. He could still see evidence of his struggle with the sea in the ruins of the boat, but he saw the humanity of that struggle now from a new perspective, and of the little boats resurrection sat defiantly on the beach as proof of not just his. He knew that she accepted him for who and what he was and wanted nothing less or more. Well, she did want more, but the only thing she wanted more of was his time. Is she asking more than I can give her right now, he asked himself? After she finished saying what she wanted to say. She added one line. I just would like to just really know how you feel about me right now. He was speechless. What did he say to her, how did he say it to her? He told her that he cared a lot for her, and wanted to. I hear Charlotte say, "Is that absolutely necessary?" We don't tell you how to run your operation, Ma'am. I'm sure you'll agree we're best able to assess our own security procedures and approach. We carry out a strict risk assessment for every transfer."They're holding me tightly, but not viciously, although it's perfectly obvious that if I try to make a sudden move there is no chance I'll be allowed to go anywhere. I can just hear the American speaking to Jo, "The Department of Justice is very. “Louise, Ruth,” she beamed at us, “you both look so ravishing tonight you really do put me to shame. Have you met Chantelle?” she indicated the other woman who smiled and air kissed us both. “Chantelle, this is Louise and Ruth, they are Michael’s daughters and I’m so pleased to see them both here as I’m sure you will be too.”The four of us chatted there and absorbed the admiring looks from the men around the room. Louise and I had dressed for the occasion – we are both tall and slim blondes.