" Yes... but..." No buts, you promised." But we could see people we know." We'll go across town... maybe to a Pizza Hut. Nothing fancy." But I'll be h...lf naked. The blouse is see through." I'll let you put a sweater on or something, but no panties."Allison sighed and looked at her son. "All right," she said in resignation, realizing that it was useless to argue. "Listen, why don't we wait to go out until Sunday evening. Your father has to catch a plane. He is going to San Diego for a couple of. .. and I'll leave. I'll tell him we can't work here, and we'll leave. No trouble, okay?"He laughed, low in his throat, and pressed even closer. "I got a better idea," he said. "Why don't you leave the guy and come work for me? I could use a girly like you." I can't..." She stammered. "He's ... um ... my husband. Let me go, okay? He's going to be here any second. I think I see him coming now."He laughed again without looking up. It was almost a growling sound. "I think I can show you how much. "Now, quieten down you two. This is no time to introduce personal animosities into the conversation. It's pretty obvious to me that you two were a little more than just friends at one time." Who says we're friends now?" I fired back at him. "Five bloody parking tickets and one hell of a lot of aggravation Sandra here, has given me over the years." That's not fair Gil, I'm only doing my job and you will keep asking for favours." Just a little inside information now and again, Sandra, that's all.. The day before, we had explored the beach, and found that at the far end of the resort, the beach turned around a sharp bend, and was completely isolated from everyone. Since the resorts in Cuba were only permitted to be one to a key, and we were there in the low season, I knew that I would be in perfect isolation, with nothing but the sun, sand and a good book. Sending the boys off, I struck out to my little private beach, stopping at the beach bar to fill up two large bottles with daiquiris –.