“Your cooking Bahamian tonight aren’t you?” I asked.“I wondered if and when you would recognize the smell,” Cinnamon said. “Yes, we are ma...king stewed fish.”I reflected back to the day we met at the hotel in the Bahamas, and how she had invited me out for supper. It turned out she planned we would have supper at her apartment. We had stewed fish and fresh-baked bread. While supper finished cooking we all sat at the table and talked. The conversation took an odd turn. Candy asked, “Have you dated. "..._enjoying_ ourselves." Elysse." He gently touched her cheek. "I'm sorry." You're --- _don't_ apologize! I'm the one doing this... Doing it to you."She kicked off her shoes. She wasn't wearing hose. Her legs were longwith an elegant curve, even seated on the ground..He quickly pulled off his own shoes and socks. And pants. His arousalwas obvious, tenting his camo-colored boxers almost to bursting. "Oooh,damn!" he gasped when she reached over and ran a finger along it.Her hands. I could feel his breathing become ragged and sharp. Thank you for my gifts. I whispered onto his lips as I stared into his chocolate eyes. Anything for you…anything. his hand reached up to my neck holding me in place as he kissed my lips for the first time. My arms wrapped around his neck pulling him to me, and me to him as he kissed me with more passion and lust. He lay back onto the bed pulling me with him making me be on top of him as we kiss, his hands roamed my body, pulling the sari. The caller sent their condolences and asked that we pass on to Maria that personal belongings would be available at the Navy installation there, should we choose to pick them up.Malena closed the phone, looked at her sister and simply said, “Cry, Maria. Cry for me, little sister, as I was just told I am dead.” She smiled then went on to explain the call. The CIA had evidently staged her death, and by the sounds of things, took care of someone that was looking for her at the same time. I wasn’t.