"I don't know what to say." You don't have to say anything," Mom said. "Look, let's all go in the living room," she said. We did, Mom and Dad in their...favorite chairs, Sheila and I together on the couch."Does she know?" Mom asked me."Yes," I said, knowing what she was talking about. Sheila looked at me questioningly. I just pointed to my wrist. "Ah," Sheila said."Do you know I'm the one that found him?" she asked Sheila."Yes, he told me that." As you might imagine, it was devastating. However,. A concubine who physically attacks a sponsor or Marines dies; no questions asked and no second chances." It's potentially a harsh life, being a concubine. Those that are picked up on the spur of the moment have it worse, I mean, what do they really know about their sponsor? And what does their sponsor know about them. Yeah, they may be willing to take it up the ass at the time of the pickup, but once they are on the ship and feeling secure because they've escaped the Swarm, well, they may. It was a blast.I just flat out enjoyed catching fish; size didn’t really matter. Stosh and I made it a competition as to who could catch more. I ended up losing by 2 when it was over.We then ran out about a mile further to a reef where we’d be fishing. It was a great day as we caught a good number of fish. Most of what we caught were snook, red snapper and some speckled trout. I was actually able to catch the biggest fish, bringing in a 19lb snook.Watching Capt. Guerra and Jimmy filet the fish. That was until one day I received an unexpected knock on thefront door.It was Mark Lewis, my boss from work. Myself, and Mark, had been at schooltogether some 30 years ago, not that we'd had ever been friends, even backthen Mark use to bully me something rotten. We'd started work together at18, and if anything the bullying had got worse. Mark had only beenpromoted off my back, and now that he was my boss he was determined tomake my life a living hell.Walking straight in without so much as an.