“Still think nothing is going to happen?” Elyse asked.“We’ll see. If the embargo is actually enforced, maybe we’ll see some movement by Iraq... But a naval blockade of Iraq isn’t going to stop all trade. They can trade through Syria, which I don’t think will enforce trade sanctions. I still don’t believe the US is going to send troops.”“You know Bush is just itching to show he’s got the balls to do it.”“Maybe so, but where’s the justification? I don’t see it.”“Me either, but politics is a weird. - I'm hungry.Oh hush stomach. I've got a job to do.Hey, eyes. What's going on? You see anything of a nice hard cock around? That's my favorite.- No, no cocks that I can see.Hmm, I'ts getting hard to think here. Why is everything so damn wet?Hey Bartholean?Barthline?Barty?Hell I can never remember your name... You, the one making it so wet around here.- You talking to me? It's Bartholin, but you can just call me Barth. But, let me aloneWhy you got things this wet and sticky?- Don't blame me. I. ’ I snuggled down. ”Night.’ After a few moments his voice came out of the darkness. ‘I love you.’ ‘Shut up.’ I replied, exasperatedly. But I was smiling. Rain still fell the next morning as I began to stir. My eyes flashed open when a voice startled me, ‘Morning, beautiful.’ Marty was leaning on one elbow watching me sleep, a dopey smile on his face. ‘Jesus!’ I groaned and pulled the blankets over my face. I knew my hair looked like a rats nest and that there had to be pillow creases etched. She paused to think of what she wanted to say. Her Spanish was rusty. Taking a deep breath, she spoke again. "Yo me preguntaba si cualquiera tuvo un barco disponible para quitarme a Isla del Soledad?"An older gentleman approached her with a warm smile. "I can take you there, Señorita. Allow me to get the keys." He turned and headed toward the boathouse. "My boat is the red one over there." He pointed to a small red boat docked beside the one she and Diego had come in.Ronnie shifted nervously on.