The State Department people were still upset but were at least respectful.There were some minor differences - the Argentine politicos wanted changes b...t they were so minor I didn’t think I needed to call Washington and they easily agreed to exemptions for the Navy visits.Reporters were brought in and the documents signed to make the agreement semi-official until a Senate vote made it official.After lunch I met with Argentina’s national anti-drug officials. Together we laid the groundwork for a. We just wondered whether you might havesomething to say about any of those things, or any other issue thatmight trouble you."It was time to cut the conversation short. With more confidence than Ifelt, I say, "Sorry, I don't think I can really help you."Ms.Scott looks down and fiddls with some papers. "Well, think about it.If you decide there's anything you want to tell us, or if you needsupport in any way, come and see me again. I promise you that if you dohave concerns in this area, the. She lingered there, and I tried very hard to pretend that I was NOT looking at the bush of dark pubic hair that was revealed (partially) by her hygiene routine."Thanks." she said, smiling, and headed for the changing area. I washed off the lingering soap, and headed for my locker. I grabbed my towel and clothes and looked for a changing booth. A wide, corner one came free and I stepped inside, but as I was about to close the door, she stepped through, pushing it closed behind her and clicking. The cool night air kissed her exposed neck and shoulders, making her very aware of how bare she really was. And the dark of her room was enticing. Only the soft glow of the monitor and candlelight illuminated her work. Her supposed work, that is. Because while she was clicking away at the keyboard in an attempt to make a deadline, the words that came most easily were not of the nature to be read by a general audience. She would have loved nothing more that to be sitting on the couch with him,.