Are you guys nudists?" More or less." I agreed. Easier than explaining the truth."Why are you here, Carlos? Did you want to tell me I'm disgracing Dad...s memory again?" No! Eddie! Come on, man! Can't I just see how you're doing?" Ah. Checking up on me." Juan huffed. "I'm fine. There. Now you can tell Juanita you saw me, I was happy and eating too much." He looked down at the bowls that had magically appeared in front of us. "Ivan, what is this?" Chocolate raspberry shortcake." It's what?" Juan. He returned to his own guest bedroom at Greenleaf, the summer retreat of his Uncle Jesse Garrison, located on the shores of Lake Ontario near the village of Fair Haven, New York. He, along with his half brother Thomas, had been invited to spend the weekend there with Julia, her mother Alice, and the Garrison family. Lewis waxed his trim moustache and then donned his waterfall tie and waistcoat for dinner. As he did so, the image of Julia’s delightful curves lingered. He smiled as he realized,. Next time we had something that big and massive I'd get the crew to rig a cone to the prow of whatever it was we were hauling to decrease its drag.I wanted to explore. I told the crew to take a six week paid vacation. First I put out an advertisement to hire a naval-trained medic. I got flow meters installed in the fuel lines and calibrated. Then I bought two 500-gallon synthetic rubber fuel bladders and some big tarps to cover them when in use. With one in the orange monster we'd still have. He was a dreaded torture master. Ittook months to get in touch with him. He is wanted in the two-third of thecivilized world.And at last, I stoodin front of him."Master Samir, Ihave commited a terrible sin against my master." I replied in a weakvoice. I was unable to look into his eyes. They were like hollow pits."Then your mastershould punish you." he said."He will. I thinkhe will crucify me and torture me to death perhaps." I looked down."I see. Then whatdo you want from me?" he looked at me.