"Me: "Are guns legal on board?"Captain: "We don't encourage them, but many have guns."I had an idea, so I asked the Station Chief, "How much gun fire ...as there from the ship?" Just one shot from the ship, but the local police and customs probably shot off a couple hundred rounds."I had to ask, "Why so many?"The Chief said, "Cowboys. These guys never get involved in anything and they had a chance, so they began shooting." Tell them to put their guns down and not to shoot. I'm going aboard to see. I know how to be a lady at work and a whore at home. I want Chuck to love me up. I want to know him in the biblical sense."I hugged her as I hopped to my peg. "Give us some time together, Angie. If it's supposed to be, it will be." How will I know when it's my time?" When I throw you down and fuck you senseless, you'll know." Be still my heart, make it happen, Chuck. Meanwhile, Marie, I'm going to have to borrow your Dennis some more."I needed to use the inside bathroom this morning to shave. Who I had never metuntil six months ago.Which leaves me with a few questions.Firstly, who is... he?What sort of person would be able to do this to a guy likeme? What sort of person would want to do this to a guy likeme?Is the guy a wizard? Maybe - the transformations certainlyseem magical. But wizards don't exist surely. And even ifthey did, why would this guy decide to do what he does...to a guy he doesn't even know?Is the guy even human? That does offer up some sinisterpossibilities - am I. I turned back to face Cora Mae Stockman. "You handle a knife well," I said."Thank you, Sergeant Tully." It wasn't said proudly or arrogantly, but like a neutral acknowledgment of my praise."Was your husband there at McAlester's with you?" I asked."Yes, he was," she replied."I'm sorry for your loss."In the heat of battle when there is just you and a man trying to kill you, sometimes the rest of the world is a blur around you. You can read his thoughts because ever fiber of you is focused on him..