That could be from Casablanca or Rabat or Tunis. Though ... they are too difficult; they’d have to smuggle it in from whatever their real source is ...efore they could trans-ship to South Africa. The government is unfriendly in Morocco and Tunisia. Algiers is a possibility, but where would they get fissile material? The ports in Libya are a mess after Gadaffi’s death. That leaves Alexandria, on the Med side. Of course, the easy solution is a ship out of Bandar Abbas in Iran. They have the goods. ”“Oh!” she exclaimed, her emerald eyes widening. “Absolutely! I can place my phone on the kitchen counter with a timer on it. That’s where the lighting is best, and the beige wall would make a good background. You can hold what’s left of the plate of strawberries while I show off my ring.” Her grin widened. “How’s that sound?”“Perfect,” I agreed, returning the smile.She scooted up my torso then to reach my lips, planting a passionate kiss before climbing off to head to the bathroom. I knew I. " Ryan shrugged, although it was hard not to smile. When Lara quirked an eyebrow, Ryan protested. "I don't. We haven't planned anything." Lara shook her head. "You really are out of practice at the whole boyfriend thing, aren't you?" "Not the whole thing." Ryan grinned and Lara widened her eyes. "You, oh, you so owe me some talking time!" Lara smacked Ryan's shoulder. "You've been holding out on me." "No, I haven't. You're just too involved with marine biology." Ryan laughed and turned to smile. She suddenly realized that in her entire life, she had never been in the shower at the same time as man ever before. She had been in communal gym showers with other women and girls, and she had used the shower at a boyfriend's house before, but never at the same time. She found a washcloth and squirted some body wash from the bottle that looked more flowery of the two into her washcloth and worked it into a lather. She soaped up herself, trying to keep her hair dry. As she did this, Sean.