His password had to be ‘Iago.’ I tried it that evening and got into his files. Most of it would pass an audit by an independent agency but in my e...perience I knew there were layers under the numbers. I dug into the prostitute files first because I figured that would be his favorite offshore ‘charity.’ Over one hundred working girls a year had been sold to clients in Africa, the Middle East and Eastern Europe. Some had apparently stayed with him for a few weeks first. One night at about ten PM I. Were it not for his deeply bronzed skin and the fact that he was standing at the edge of a jungle on a tropical island, it would be quite easy to believe he was some Norse god standing there in the flesh.And in the flesh, in more ways than one. The man is completely naked. You are close enough now to see that this is not the most troubling thing. He has a glaring scowl on his face, and his shoulders are tensed, his arms pulled back, his fists clenched. His eyes are locked on you. "Hey!" you. What? Ok.” I asked rather befuddled.“Maybe you’d better just take me home.” Her reply was making me wonder what I had done wrong.We left the lounge and walked to my truck. I held the door for her as she once again slid onto her seat. The view of her legs was there but I looked away as I continued to worry that I had done something wrong and didn’t want to add to it. Closing her door, I went around and got in to the driver’s seat turning to look at her, noticing tears in her eyes.“Can we talk?”. . so to speak." Yes, dear Matt ... you'll find our new Jessica a very determined woman. One of her coworkers calls her "The pushy broad"."I think I can guess which one." I laughed"Since Jessica and I are a foregone conclusion ... the "what now?" question, has to be about my plans ... or in other words ... am I going to stay in the Marines forever and have you and Jessica worry about me?"Carolyn's expression changed."Matt ... when ... when Beth sent the email that they had been notified you had.