Aunt Diane had eventually returned to England.Around four years ago I had been told Uncle Gerry had married again, to a Colombian woman. However, my p...rents and I knew nothing about her, not even her name.After a ten-minute drive, we arrived outside Uncle Gerry’s guesthouse. The sign outside read ‘Casa Madre’. It looked a little run down from the outside, a little dilapidated. I wasn’t sure what kind of accommodations I had agreed to stay at.The building was in a large ‘U’ shape, with the open. The danger, the unknown aftermath of what was about to happen. It was all so...fulfilling. She loved it! She knew her life could end tonight if one thing went wrong. She had worked so hard to keep this extremely delicate balance. But gambling all of that every single night was one of the things that kept her going. She started stepping inside.Just as the doors closed, one of them reached out, yanking her hair. Maria gasped and shrieked at the pain. The janitor could see what was happening,. Like now, for example, she's decided to go and have one of her little 'chats' with Simon. She's left her desk (the biggest one, over by the window in the corner - prime position) and she's gone and perched herself up on Simon's table. I can't hear what she's saying – my door is shut – but I see she's smiling down at him, looking amused. I'm amused too because it's clear that Simon is desperately trying (and failing) to concentrate on his work rather than stare at Natasha's glorious legs. She. . she didn't want to be a NEW mom at sea ... like in the big watery middle of nowhere and trusting her birthing to me.Besides, there seemed to be plenty of money in tugboats. But what did I know. A tug looked to be a decent investment ... if people kept shipping in and out they needed tugboats ... as long as the ships kept sailing.I bought a tug ... just off the ways. One hundred and thirty-nine feet. First diesel tugboat on the river ... every other tug was steam.The day I signed the paperwork.