Many Americans go to Cuba through Cancun and don't want their passports stamped. Since the end of the Cold War, I have resented intensely the fact tha... United States Citizens are prevented by our government from traveling to Cuba. A small group of rich, politically active Cubans in the U. S. is able to hold the rest of us hostage.So much for the political lecture.We found ourselves sitting in the bar in the secure area of the Cancun airport. She was having her favorite straight up Margarita and. I was tempted to yank down your panties and giveyou the walloping you deserved, but we were already runninglate and I didn't want to make you cry too much because thenyour eyes would be puffy all night. So instead I lifted yourskirt and delivered two sound smacks, one to each of your pink,panty-clad cheeks, to remind you I meant business beforeallowing you to sit up again.We continued on to the party in silence, you with your armsangrily folded, pouting all the way.Kurt had barely finished. ”But, the tears simply would not come. Not even close.“Why the fuck did you give them that second day?”“How did this happen?”“Did they trick you?”“Was Tommy sitting there waiting for you to come by?”“If you had it to do it over again would you grant them that second day?”“Please, I’ll be lucky to get off the phone today without gifting them a third day!”The coffee warmed my cockles. I wolfed down some cold French toast she’d made me just before we went to church a million years ago.He had his. Steve smiled at Julie, and pulled her to him. "That was a very kind thing to do," he told her, "I'm proud of you." He hugged her soundly, and kissed her on the cheek. He looked her in the eyes briefly, then gave her a peck on the lips as well. Julie shivered, then put her arms around him and hugged him back. "I love you, Steve. I don't know if I can think of you as 'Daddy', but you can bet I'll do as I'm told, as best I can, if for no other reason than to make you happy."Steve gave her one last.