Her mind was confused as the words love and hate filled her memory and made her warm one moment, cold the next. She was swaying to the intonations of ...argo's voice, unaware of her surroundings."Mrs. Farrow. Mrs. Farrow."Largo stood above her, his dark, angular face peering into hers.''Yes?"She blinked and looked around. Bob and Sybil had Allen in the corner and were talking to him, saying things she couldn't hear."Are you all right?" Yes," She rubbed her temples. "I just got a little dizzy. I picked up on some rumours about the reason why Wendy Montague had chosen to clock me one. The consensus of opinion appeared to be, that it concerned an incident that had occurred on the island of Martinique."Martinique, what the fuck was supposed to have happened there? Where is the place anyway, ain't it one of the places the poseurs go to? Can you imagine me going to a place like that?" I asked to the guy who first mentioned the island to me."I don't know for sure. In the Caribbean isn't. , as that being of the devil is like a roaring lion with his demons seeking to steal, kill, & destroy, & other than that, or with all things considered, & whereas I myself would just like to say that I don't pledge allegiance, or loyalty to somebody, or something else unless they themselves being of individual persons, &/or collective bodies of people/s were truly an ally of loyalties much rather than instead of possibly being of the enemy for these here end-times, or for that being of an. Samantha sighed and said, "When you first left for the Navy, I was devastated. I've always loved you but I didn't know how to tell you. When you first got your girlfriend, I was angry, and sad. I've been masturbating to you ever since." Samantha replied, with intense tears in her eyes.As she was telling her story, I heard the desire in her words, and passion in here beautiful gray eyes. When she was done telling her story, I was speechless. Breathless even. We were starring at each other,.