I have an autograph book full of famous people's signatures. I am sworn to secrecy as to what they did on the island. Let me just say, I saw some of t...e people with the most pristine reputations do some seriously debauched shit.By the time I left the island, the only original girls left working on the island, were the S's and the R's. The U's and the TK's had been transferred out, and new girls were transferred in. I won't go into them, as they don't play a part in this story. Needless to say. After staring a hole through her chest, you’d glance upwards and watch her give you a seductive, knowing wink. God, what a tease. The sex with Madison’s mother was still great, but you found yourself thinking about your step-daughter more and more…That fateful morning, you heard your little girl leave for school (dressing before leaving the house obviously) and you knew your wife had already left for the office. The house was empty and quiet, but you tip-toed nonetheless into Madison’s room. Almost as many reasons for the Hum as there are people who hear it.”“Is it bullshit?”“I dunno. The people who call in, on the radio show, they sure seem to believe it. And it doesn’t ruin everyone’s life. Some people who hear it, they fall in love with it. Some of them say it’s like music. Like beautiful music. The music of the spheres. The sound of the earth turning. The sound of the stars burning. Like they’ve been waiting for it, a missing piece. Something they lost once, but have found. He spoke very clearly and slowly. He helped me get my suitcase out of the boot and carried it through the front door, asking me to follow him.He put my suitcase down and asked me if I would like to look around his house. It was big, tastefully decorated, warm and homely. There were two living rooms, one of them with a huge stone fireplace, a dining room and a study.We went together through a door into a wonderful kitchen. It had everything including a walk-in larder.But that wasn't all..