Indeed, she was a rock. She had thick, muscled arms. Her face, flushed from exercise, was stunningly pretty. Looking me up and down she said, "you o...viously don't work out Sweetie."She seized my thin wrists and said, "my God, you're just a little bird."Holding me by the wrists, she pinned me against a wall with my arms over my head so that I could not move.She said, "you poor poor baby."It was embarrassing to be pushed around by a woman but the worst part of the ordeal was the violent, raging. "Mrs Lazlo," said Freddie, coolly, "I think you may have the wrong room. Possibly even the wrong hotel."She looked at him with a coy expression. Sprawled back against the pillows, a sheet pulled up almost to her neck, it was still obvious that she was naked."Please," she said, "call me Ilsa. Ilsa Lund. I always think it vulgar to mention my husband's name at times like these."Freddie sat down at the end of the bed. "Vulgar to mention his name but not to appear naked in another man's bed, Miss. “Maybe not a whole backpack of course. Maybe something small that won’t break.”Ricardo’s frown had nothing to do with disapproving what Jenaro had suggested. He was annoyed with not thinking of such a simple test himself. Ricardo turned and barked an order to Hernando. “You heard him. Take off your backpack, find something heavy and release it down the slide.”Hernando tried to hide a quick sullen frown that Ricardo was delighted to see. Hernando rooted around for a moment and pulled out a. ‭ ‬After another five minutes in which we loaded my bait, ‭ ‬and his camera bag, ‭ ‬we were ready to go.That is when I found out Martin didn’t load a paddle.‭ ‬To be honest I already knew he hadn’t loaded one.‭ ‬It would be a good lesson for him, ‭ ‬I thought.‭ ‬Ask if you don’t know everything, ‭ ‬which most folks never do.‭ ‬They think they know until their stupidity bites them on the ass.In Martin’s case he just had to suffer with my nasty look.‭ ‬I broke my paddle down into its two halves.