Definitely moved on, thanks to Tina and Sharon.I still needed to get something for Sharon. I didn't want to give her erotica books, like I'd done last...year. What else did she want?I ransacked my memory for any time Sharon had said what she wanted. Nothing recent came to mind. I cast back to earlier in the year and remembered the Santa Fe trip. She'd admired the Steve Hanks poster of the nude woman under the shower. I could get her that. Even better—I knew someone who worked in a poster shop. I. There were other guests milling about in variousstates of casual skimpiness, which made perfect sense since we were onan island. There were many beautiful women in bikinis with sheer cover-ups over their shoulders, as if they hid anything. And most of thewomen were with some very handsome, and dare I say, manly looking, men. I noticed some of the other guests eyeing Grace and me, two women (sofar as anyone could tell) each dressed in matching sexy outfits. Icould only imagine what they were. But what use is in being good, when being bad is the best feeling ever? She opened her eyes and looked down at him. His mouth was barely an inch away from her erect nipple. They stiffened even more when he puckered his lips, and blew hot air on the nipple, while his fingertips danced upon her swells. He licked his lips, then looked up into her eyes. “It’s just you and me, Sal. All alone.” His whispered words made her tingle all over. “Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.”Still she. ” The officer said as he turned his attention to my wife. My wrists were still handcuffed behind my back so there wasn’t much that I could do. The officer walked up to my seated wife, her eyes locked on his, and he used his knee between her knees to open her thighs even more. “Lift your dress, bitch.” He ordered. My eyes flew open at hearing his tone... and those words. Equally surprising is that my wife did as she was told, never looking away from his cold stare. I half expected her to be more.