Carlos was suddenly sitting, rapt, on the edge of his chair. I explained what Raúl intended to do, and the role he wanted me--us--to play. Dad and Ra...ón were intrigued; Carlos’s mouth was agape.“I hope that we have enough people ready to step in and take over leadership roles here because I need our best people in Cuba to get us started,” I said as I showed them the hundreds of photos I had taken of the land for the farm and ranch--both from the ground and from the air. I also had maps and. His confidence turned into surprise when I slashed his leg. He knew it was the end, but didn’t yield. With that in mind, I gutted him, removing the naked hostility from his eyes. With my foe dispatched the Wolves cheered.Looking down the road, I was satisfied there was no imminent danger. We had slaughtered the Raider’s force. The blood-bathed road was covered with dead and dying men. Perhaps a dozen had escaped north, following their intended path rather than turning back towards the fishing. He too stared at her bust line but for different reasons to the leader, for from where he now leaned he could see the prominent swelling of her aroused nipples.The coloured guy said "Boss, what we gonna do now, if there is no money and shit, we have wasted our time and that ain't funny!"The leader responded, "Well we will have to be paid in services if they ain't got no goods, worth nickin!"Both Julia and her Husband Ted suddenly looked worried when they heard that, Julia quickly begged them to. "I'll go shower." He turned and entered the dressing room.Butch switched into his Speedo's. He looked at himself in the mirror over the sink. Damn, he looked good. The only thing he would change if he could was the tattoo on his chest. When he was seventeen, he went out with his buddies and they got drunk. They all decided it would be cool to get a tattoo. He chose a death's head that was dripping with gore. He usually kept his shirt on till the women he was with were all worked up. Then they.