Jill, meanwhile, in the commotion caused by killer frisbees and faked miracles, decided that all this was no more than the usual male testosterone bore, she sneaked out to do some needed trading to get some profits here and there.
She pulled her laptop and with her super duper software and Internet Telephony (via Satellite), that allowed her to trade from anywhere, (even Communist Cuba!), she became super productive. While those power hungry, testosterone overflowing trio of machos where at each other throats, she made enough money that she could now have some serious fun.
"Lady Croc", Jill called, would you mind if I come with you to do some visiting with you?
Absolutely not, come and let's discover what this town has in store for us.
So Lady Croc and Jill began to stroll ready for a night in La Havana ("H" is silent), so the two "too hot to trot" ladies, left the trio of old farts to argue how they would divvy up the bright future of the largest island in the Caribbean.
They arrived at the city, the old and decrepit buildings, still had certain charm, that transported them to a time many, many years ago, before Coca-Cola became the real thing and the Golden Arches.....
The music that was coming from the inside, a rich, rhythmic Cuban Mambo, they began feel the itch to dance, when..... |
