I got tickled. I was raised in south Louisiana and seafood was a regular part of my diet, especially when I lived with Grandma, and I'd heard all the ...llegations about how oysters were supposed to have some aphrodisiac qualities. I don't think that Susan and Cindy had heard those stories.Susan found out she really LIKED oysters. Alan's sister put some in the gumbo. Susan found 'em, and then cautioned her Jason about eating too many of them, at least until they were married. She caught Jason by. 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 sail. 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. After i was met at the door and he welcomed me i responded and went and sat down. as i sat there listening to him talk i was looking around the room slightly from time to time noticing things. i saw the large dufflebag on the floor next to the bed and knew what was likely to be inside and i watched him speak. i could see the glint of anger in his eyes but the compassion as well. i listened to him not believing everything he was saying and knowing what i was in for but at the same time not. She hinted at having been a cam girl or a stripper at one time, but she kept the details vague. I kept to the truth for the most part. My life sounded rather boring compared to Joy’s. Out of the blue she asked me if I had a girlfriend, her eyes dancing brightly. “Yes.” “Is she pretty?” “Yes she is. Effortlessly.” “Is she sexy?” “Oh, yeah. Very much so.” “Do you love her?” A long pause commenced. I had never said those words to her before. I love you. Did I? Should I tell her? Did she love me?.