I loved feeling the coolness of the gentlest breeze. The heat and the country slow me down.People all seem to move slower in South America, not rushin... from one pointless, deadening job to another, like we do in the North. While I am there, I become one of them, enjoying tastes, sounds, people, and living.Vendors pack the open air markets, selling more fruit that you could ever imagine. Cashew nuts come from a fruit, and so does chocolate. But I loved the coffee more than anything. Nothing. Dexter freely admitted it, but suggested they find the lowest fares during work hours.About this time, Dexter started getting emails from folks who had gotten fired for following his advice. Although he felt bad he wasn’t apologetic. He posted their emails on the website along with a second reminder that following his advice could end up costing someone their job. He was being honest and wasn’t going to hide that bad things happened.He then got deluged with emails accusing him of taking. “God, I am full,” she said. “I didn’t think I had that much inside me! At least this way, I never have to worry about pissing my pants anymore.”The gentle stream of pee continued to fall between her legs, adding to the large pool at her feet, before flowing down the path. Finally, the stream finished, and Janelle stepped away from where she had peed.“Shit, that was a huge amount,” she exclaimed. “Now let’s go back to where it is darker, and you can check that I didn’t get my skirt or legs. ." And you are veeery beewtifool. I am a grreat lover," he said.I had the feeling he thought I was playing hard to get and hoped that ifhe wanted to sleep with me I might yet avoid performing.I needed to pee.I went towards the toilets."Just where do you think you are going Mylene?" Kate asked."I need to pee," I replied."That's the men's!" Kate replied.I had instinctively headed towards the men's toilet as I had used it somany times before. As Kate had said this I had realised how stupid.