Anyway, my point is that I'm not dumb. My reasoning skills were tested years ago and they were in the "fourth quartile," whatever that means. I could ...ead plans and do calculations and estimates for my jobs with no problem because it was important to me. I guess that comes under the heading of motivation.Having convinced myself that I have at least reasonable intelligence, I continued to wonder and try and think of ways I could get to the bottom of Dana McNabb. Well, to be truthful, I wanted to. Peter was hypnotized by the sight. He wanted desperately to reach out and touch her. His natural shyness was about to vanish. Then, he was overcome by an inexplicable fear. What if she just disappears? What it would be to know that she was gone. Peter’s passion was becoming obsession. For a brief moment, he wished he hadn’t seen her at all. Then, he tried to convince himself that she was not the most beautiful creature in the world. The thought was absurd so he discarded it. She was walking. The captain stayed in the bow of the boat to make sure they didn't get into any trouble with the coral, high tide or not. The coxswain steered by orders from his boss. They were headed toward the break in the wall of rock which he hoped led into the lagoon. Sanchez could see why few people may have tried to come ashore here since these shoals could be quite dangerous even for shallow draft boats.Finally, when they arrived at the 'door' in this natural quay wall; they slowly made their way in. He was only 'doing his job' inhis own eyes, much like a garbage collector or taxi driver. "Could I imposeupon you to make it quick, sir?"The shadowy man seemed amused. "Of course," he said.Renfro backed against the wall, giving in to his fright. His hands clutchedthe walls beside him, as if he could somehow dig his way through them andinto the hallway outside."The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want," he said in a quavering voice."Stay still; it will be ended soon," the man said."He maketh me.