"I must have been more thirsty than I thought", she said. Hannah was watching her silently. "So, Hannah what do you think about love?" Me? I really do...'t know an-anything about it", she stammered sipping her milkshake."I doubt that. You love your father, don't you? And Maddy?" That's different", she countered."Why? Because it doesn't affect your body? But it still affects your soul Hannah. Loving a father still means that you have to trust him and open your heart to him".Hannah's cheeks turned. A man, you realize, whose appearance must mean he is as stranded on this island as you are. He is a large man--at least four or five inches taller than you--and broad-shouldered, with thick muscles. He has a mane of unruly straw-blond hair, and a beard that is nearly as long and unkempt as his hair. Were it not for his deeply bronzed skin and the fact that he was standing at the edge of a jungle on a tropical island, it would be quite easy to believe he was some Norse god standing there in the. ”“Well, I suppose that’s another good sign.”“The problems get worse,” I said. “I won’t go home if they’re thinking that way about me. That creates a problem of where to stay on breaks.”“I have a suggestion,” Nancy interrupted saucily.“I thought you might,” I grinned. “I’m sure Paula wouldn’t mind the company either!”“You brat!” Nancy laughed. “At least you can joke a bit.”“Who’s joking?” I asked deadpan.Nancy laughed again, “You are learning!”I smiled, “I try. Though you have to admit her. "She indicated me as she gave me an exasperated look."Come on, I'm supposed to feed you before you start eating the models," she said, "Not that some of them wouldn't love that." I gather you're Alexis?" I asked as I prepared to get up."I thought you were supposed to be some sort of genius?" she asked. "First you can't feed yourself, now you have to ask idiotic questions?"The two models grinned at her remarks. I stood up and looked down at the three of them. The two models were maybe five nine.