” he said as he gestured to the guys. “You love the girl. You just don’t know it.””Your eyes go soft when you look at her,” Dave added. �...I saw it up close. You got it bad.””Fuck.””It’s a good thing, kid,” Ed said as he patted my shoulder. “Otherwise I would have to fight you for Rachael. She thinks you’re fucking Superman or something.”I laughed as he made a fist and shook it at me.”I will get the boat going,” Dave said as he jumped up. “Get some girls and let's go for a ride.”I went to the. ”“I’ll do anything. Oh, we have another woman here. She said she was Sylvio’s wife. She is not very old and awful homely. She and Mom talk in a different language. I have no idea what they are saying. Her name is Marta.”“She must be from Poland. That is where your mother is from originally.”“I guess so.”Berta had been busy. Delores had sent down a couple of Indians to help clean some of the rooms of the mission better than the way they were when we arrived. The wooden window sashes had shrunk. I was pretty good, but I guess I was far from being college material because I never saw any scouts looking at me. It was still fun playing and it helped get me the girls. I had no problems finding dates. In fact Susan Barstow, the most popular girl in the school, was my girlfriend my senior year. A little information about Susan, she was an ‘It’ girl, she seemed to have it all. When she was six years old, she was the mini-queen in our local pageant. She was Junior queen a few years later. Her. Gaining some composure I squeezed some toothpaste out onto my brush and started scraping it around in my mouth. After a few seconds of good scrubbing, I reached my hands under the faucet and..... no water, how could I forget that there wasn't any water? "Come on, move your ass!" Christina yelled from downstairs, she had been getting less and less patient lately. So I pulled on some boxers, rinsed the toothpaste out of my mouth with mouthwash, and began my journey down the spiral staircase to.