If that's how she wanted to play it, that was fine by me.I went down to the J.R.C. to watch the match. There'd be some of the mates there and a bit of...crack. It was a half hour walk there. Our J.R.C. was a lot more relaxed than the NAAFI so the redcoats liked to use it. Since there was a cup match on there were quite a few troops from the attached regiments in, and the place was pretty lively. The redcoats got to know pretty quick that they were welcome as long as they behaved. Our J.R.C. was. I chuckled back an' said, "Well, Mr. Very Friendly Bartender, I am doin' quite well. This rig you sold me is everythin' ya said that it would be. It made a definite improvement in my drawin' speed!"There was a yahoo leanin' against the bar, listenin' ta the conversation between me and the bartender. He said, "Well, Mr. Branson Kid, ifen that rig is that good, I sure would like a demonstration. Would ya be so kind as ta step out back with me ta show me what ya kin do?"Bein' about as naïve as a. I said sorry and asked what is it, how can I help you, she replied she came to ask for some DVDs of new movies. I asked her to wait and I went inside to look for the DVD. While I returned to the hall, she was sited on the sofa and there was the cover of the blue film’s DVD. She looked at me and smiled placed it back on the sofa. I handed her the Hindi movie DVD and she stood and was leaving… I asked her “Do you want this too?” she turned back and looked over her shoulder and smiled naughtily. I. And that’s saying something, considering what I’ve already been through today, and what I’m about to go through for the next few days. A black BMW sedan takes us from the airport to our hotel. I open my door and step out onto the cobblestone streets of Old San Juan. It’s beautiful. The buildings in varying shades of pastel colors, all closely nestled on this busy little street. The people and the smell and the beautiful architecture. It was intoxicating. Ethan grins at me as we head toward a.