"You must be Derek'." I said. "How did you know?" he asked. "Oh well…" I said, glancing down at the huge scarlet mass between his legs, "…just...an inspired guess, I suppose." He grinned a sexy lopsided grin, that crinkled up his blue-grey eyes. Funnily enough, although he had a packet that any queen would kneel before and worship, it was the sexy grin and twinkling blue eyes that made my heart go thump, and my cock snap to attention in the sleeping bag. "I'm Morris, by the way." I said. . Susan noticed immediately that the man spoke with a moderate southern accent but paced at almost a Yankee talking speed. She surmised that he was either from the Carolinas or eastern Tennessee. “I’m Murphy McAllister and I’m assigned as your trainer. People call me Mac.” Susan stopped the treadmill and took his extended hand. Even on the treadmill some four inches above the floor line she had to look up slightly to meet his steel gray eyes framed in small crow’s feet giving him that look women. The trip was rather peaceful. No surprises were to be found, whether it be mines or enemy ships. The Mediterranean was calm for them, and the cooks even brought out a fishing net. It seemed idyllic for him, if it wasn’t for the battle he was to participate in. But in the dark of the night, it was dangerous. Lord Winston Churchill had ordered a massive invasion of the Dardanelles, hoping to free the crucial strait and make a path to provide supplies to the impoverished Russians, who were losing. I am malika.”We shared our personal information and the purpose of our visit to this hotel. Her full name was malika vishwanatha, a tamil brahmin born and brought up in bangalore. She works as senior administration officer for a top airlines service provider.She came here for one of her friend’s daughter’s baptism. She was supposed to leave today but unfortunately or fortunately the flight charges are very high today. So she has booked tickets for tomorrow and decided to explore alleppey as.