I kept an old pair of his glasses and still have them home in my dresser. I also remember going to the beach and the drive-in with him. He would load ...p the old station wagon we had and there would be at least a dozen kids from the neighbourhood in the car. We would go to Brackley Beach which used to be deserted then, even though it is now one of the most popular beaches on the island. I remember Dad would say "Buddy up. If you lose your buddy, don't bother coming back." We always laughed at. “Did I make you happy, Ms. Madison?” she cooed innocently, kissing her face and neck. “Please tell me I’ve been a good dirty girl for you.” She nestled herself between her legs, curling up against her chest in a warm embrace. Ms. Madison stroked her messy wet hair back into place. “You’ve been a perfect darling,” she said, kissing her forehead.There was a knock on the door, then it opened and room service was announced. “Please leave it on the table, honey.” Ms. Madison called from the tub. . "It's fine," he said, putting his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close. I put my head on his shoulder and listened as he spoke softly. "We'll do this... I'll do this, and it'll be fine. We can talk to Samantha at lunch and let her know what's going on. If she freaks, we can always back out, or at least give her the opportunity to try and get out of the afternoon session." He looked down at me and kissed the top of my head. "Deal?" I nodded."Deal."We finished right in time, because just. There wasn't a hair out of place. The game he preferred was baccarat in a private room for high rollers. A minimum bet was a thousand euros.There were only four players, three men and one woman. Bjorn was among the men. The woman was in her forties, rich, and fashionably dressed. Charlene was by his side as an observer and eye candy. Their Champagne glasses were never far from empty.Chips came and went for hours. At midnight, Bjorn whispered something in Charlene's ear. She left and the game.