I had no choice but to use the five gallon bucket that had been put there as a chamber pot. Thank god it had a tight-fitting lid. Eventually, I fell a...leep on the cot that had been brought in for Carmen's use, hoping the alarms she had set up on the fire-control consoles would work well.By my watch, it was 6:23 a.m. when I awoke from a restless sleep. I had gotten used to sleeping with the bullet wound but the damned cot was a hellish place for a man of my advanced years to try to sleep. I. You did exactly the same. Luckily, although the sun’s not visible, the temperature is still great. “We’ll just have to enjoy the temperature, Michael,” Danielle says. “I don’t feel like going into that pool.” You and Danielle change into your swimming clothes, hoping that you can get a tan when the sun shines again. The two of you put your towels on two of the beds, the same as yesterday’s, and walk around the pool for a bit. “There’s absolutely no-one here,” Danielle notices. “I know,” you say. Even over my engine and the helmet, I could hear his tires squealing as he passed me on a curve of all places. I didn’t flip him off, as I would normally do simply because I was in too good a mood.About halfway into my planned route, there was an overlook and rest stop I decided was the perfect place to have lunch and stretch. I sat on the edge of a small rock wall looking out over a wooded valley. It would have been perfect too if Porsche-guy hadn’t gotten there before me. I didn’t notice him. We had nothing, but Dario asked the bandwhether they could do a particular number so we could dance a slowrumba. It was not even in our repertoire for the night, but we knewwhat to do. He held me and we danced. He oozed passion and his hipsand mine moved as if hungry for sex. As the last note played we werestanding on the dance floor face to face. He kissed me as the applauserang around us. Somehow it was the right thing to do. It was part ofthe performance ... surely it was? So why did.