Grace and I had no idea. We were both on deck and never saw them leave. They left a simple note.'Don't forget. Four days, Punta de San Antonio. Under ...ail. Don't stop.'We sailed in close to La Fé, intending to pump and fuel but we were directed to a marina at the mouth of the bay. The ... marina? ... we didn't stop.The boats came out of a small bay in far western Cuba close to ... the ... marina, probably 40 kilometers west and north of La Fe. Cuba had no military presence that far west ... the. Mien ney jhat sey bister ki chader sey apna ap dhanp liya.Derzi nahaney chala giya tha aour jub lota to uska khoobsoorat lund poori terah khadra tha aour mery dil jor jor sey dhadrkney laga tha.Jub bhi mien uskey motey lund ko dekhti thi to mujhey nahien lagta tha key yeh meri choot mien jasakey ga.App loogoon ko hairat horahi hogi key mien aisi bat kiyoon kerti hoon.Mien aapko nahien batasakti ki Derzi ka lund aam admiyoon sey kahien mota tha.Woh aker merey sath lait giya aour chader ke. I had a feeling things were not going to go according to plan. I went to bed and slept for 13 hours. Usually, I’m not someone who remembers much of their dreams. A dwarf here, a talking dog there, that’s pretty much about it. But that night was an exception. I woke up to the image of little Charlie encased in the hot, tight tunnel of someone who started out looking a lot like Winona Ryder until I got a good look at her face and saw an eyebrow that stretched across her entire forehead. Shit. I. Listens. Extends sympathy. Is, for moments at a time, the mother they never had. But she bides her time, seeing only the ones who voluntarily come into her makeshift office in a corner of the cafeteria.I smiled as I overheard one little girl tell another, “I thought Mindy was smart, but Rebecca is woke.”It was an eye-opener for Rebecca, seeing those girls. Mindy’s age and younger. Intellectually she knew they were around town. That poverty existed. But seeing these real-life girls, talking with.