I started to believe that everyone had forgotten about me.My stomach grumbled. I was hungry. Even after that huge breakfast this morning. Either my me...abolism had gone way up since they arrested me, or it had been several hours.My right arm had long since gone numb, and my left arm started to hurt too. It wasn’t a matter of boredom anymore. This was bordering on cruel and unusual punishment.I couldn’t hear anything other than the hush of the air circulating in the room and my own heartbeat.. "Of course, thanks for the invite! This is going to be so fun!" Jena squeeled. "Yes it definitely is!" He responded, looking me up and down, which made me a bit uncomfortable. He was always a really nice guy, but now I was sizing him up and realized how much of a specimin he is. 6'5", 230 is solid muscle. I'm sure he's packing something special down there if it matches the rest of his body.As we continued to mingle, I asked Jena if she was going to fuck Tyrone.She giggled, "nope, he's gay! He. ‘This. On the small of my back.’ I had to physically restrain my eye roll. ‘I want it in all black, though and a little bigger. It’s got to cover a scar.’ Oh. Well. Damn. That made me feel like shit. ‘What kind of scar? Not all scars take ink well.’ ‘It’s a thin pink scar. Not raised too much, not puffy. But, it’s also not surgical. It pretty much spans the whole space.’ When she said the last part her voice was barely audible. ‘Well, I’ll take a look, sounds good though. Gimme a minute to. A storm had come up. Instead of returning to the marina, we landed on the island. Velvet Acres Leisure Club was closed for the winter. Wondering what the accommodations were like, we had wandered around.What we found was a main club house, 6000 square feet in size, with dinning, dancing, kitchen, and lounging area. A row of twenty six small cabins, just large enough for a bed, sink, and small toilet were lined up to the rear of the building.The area was all of two hundred, and twenty five acres.