He and I had spent months chatting back and forth on line about the possibility of me getting Hanna pregnant (rather than him), and now here the three... of us were!I love Moroccan women, don't get me wrong, but Hanna was one of those classic European females, that many Moroccan men lust for, but rarely get the chance to have: Blonde, blue-eyed, slender, and flirtatious in a way no true Muslim woman would ever be; and it was that last thing, Hanna's unabashed flirtatiousness, that excited me so. It made for a strange sense of isolation, although I was never truly alone. My three companions were with me always, but I hadn't learned their tongue yet, so it was difficult. But by the time July began to heat up I'd long since forgotten any suffering I'd had."Heeeey ... Nice dog ... Here boy..." Careful, dude. That's a big dog, man!" He's cool ... Come on boy. Come here..."I could hear voices, two boys it sounded like, which was strangely out of place. I was lying in the tall grass with. She showed up with a cranky Nate in the car seat."What's his deal?" I asked."I don't know. Sometimes a car ride will settle him down."We drove around until he fell asleep and then she took me home. I enjoyed spending time with her and catching up. Greg was a lucky guy.Monday May 25I found myself at the Anderson's helping fill the pool. It was actually not very hard. You pulled back the pool cover, swept out the pool of any leaves which had snuck in during the winter, and then you hooked up the. The camp took them all. Summer after summer, coming to bootcamp was no boy’s dream. The days repeated, rinse and repeat. The mornings started far too early and the days dragged on, all the while the senior leaders would yell at them. They thrived on making the cadets feel weaker and smaller than them, as if they were simply roadkill. The days started with a five mile run around the camp’s lake, wearing all the gear they owned. Then followed breakfast, dry grits, one piece of jellied toast and.