"My mates used to call me Muffin the Mule," he smirkingly confided.I grinned and he added, as if I wouldn't have understood the reference, "It's like ...a horse's cock, you see. Or that's what they reckoned." You mentioned you were worried about getting it up someone's backside," I tentatively suggested. "Would you like... perhaps – and feel free to say no! – to try and do it to me? Only if you'd be comfortable with it, of course..."There was no beating around the bush for Elliot. He nodded with. Couple a'months ago, Lord, seems like years, but it was May. The cadets from V.M.I. joined up with us old, grimy horse soldiers. We was in pretty bad shape. General Early, he come along and threw us at them Yankees down around Lynchburg and Charlottesville. An' them boys, them cay-dets, why they did jus' fine as peach fuzz. Marched in line in them fancy uniforms, in step too. Right into canister they did. Fired in volley, too. Bluebellies ran for it. Ran. Haw! Clean out'a the Valley. Course,. ’ She nodded once. ‘The most important reason for your purposes is that I know where all of the shoals and shallows are – and I know the best way into the single deep water passage into the Gulf of Paria. I also know what isn’t on the charts.’ ‘And who are you there?’ an officer, a Lieutenant Harris demanded, ‘I mean, what’s your job there on Trinidad? I can only see that badge and from here, it looks more like a policeman’s badge to me.’ She looked at him, her expression cold since she’d have. On that particular day, we were all in the locker room. The room smelled of nothing but stench and sweat…and we hadn’t even started working out yet. There were four aisles surrounded by lockers. The room looked as if a big blue monster had thrown up blue juice all over the place. The floor was gray with blue specks, the lockers were blue, the walls were painted dark blue and light blue, and the showers had blue tile on the floor. It was enough to make your brain hurt. Well, Martin was wearing.