What other kinds of ink work have you on that body of yours?” She was looking at my chest. I unbuttoned my shirt again. She asked me questions abou... martial arts as she touched the dragon tattoo with her finger tips. I removed my shirt. I had a variety of other tattoos. A scorpion on one shoulder and a lion on the other. On my back was a crucifix that spanned from one shoulder blade to the other. Her eyes were fixed as she touched each one of them, like a c***d in a candy store. She commented. But it was worth it because I liked showers better than baths - nothing was worse than sitting in your own slop, trying to get clean, other than not being clean at all.Anyway he took a big black bag, duct taped a hose to it and then duct taped a shower nozzle (where the hell he came up with a shower nozzle I sure as hell didn't know since I had given up watching him haul crap out to the Frankenmonster) to the end of the hose. He filled the bag with water (we also had an overabundance of that. He had us take canoes out and practice working with our canoe partners to demonstrate our canoeing skills. Since Will and I were the group's "experts" when it came to canoeing, we observed each canoe and offered advice to improve their strokes. We spent an hour practicing before Will and I were satisfied with everyone's canoeing skills. The whole crew went for a before dinner swim. We had dinner at the same restaurant where we had lunch.Some of our crew went swimming after dinner, the rest of. Besides, I figured a lot of the boys thought half the time that I was another guy and they didn’t want to chance being thought as “queer” if they were using my mouth in such a manner.I guess that Miguel was sort of lonely being this far north and away from his family and friends all speaking that lingo that they talked down there because he was looking real intently at my sister and kept fondling his big lump down there below his belt. I never had had a real close-up look at a guy’s equipment.