" That could shatter the poor guy." Ask me if I fucking care. Do you think I fucking care? Just get Jack Brewster off that island, Harry. I don't care...if it's kicking and screaming in a rubber bag. Just do it!"The next night, Jack, Juanita, and I had dinner together in a small village restaurant that actually was the living room of the chef's hillside house. Wonderful spicy cooking aromas drifted out through open windows while the singing of tree frogs came in as a sort of payment in. "Nnnn...No" I stammered."Can I sit here then?" Sure, if you want to." The initial fright had worn off. I could see the man was probably in his early fifties, he had short hair, balding and a slight paunch out front. He seemed kind and friendly so I wasn't scared. "The name is Bill. What's yours?" he asked."Jay." I replied."Nice to meet you Jay. This your first time here? I can tell." Bill was a very upfront kind of guy, a no-bulshitter man. I looked him over and my eyes stopped to look at his. Mounika again asked what I did? I told you did not allow me to do anything that is the reason to which she smiled and quested me what did you think of doing me. I told her I taught of kissing you and doing more… she replied you kissed me right that day and what more you want. I told not that kiss and I caught her face and French kissed her lips and she was resisting me. I did not leave her and kissed her like that for some time. Then I left her and asked how is it? She smiled and said nice.I. About 40 feet. We got out, and hubby got the tool box from the back of the truck. When I walked into the room it smelled like people had just had sex, and smelled of pot. I checked the bathroom for dead people, but it was actually very clean. Those BioHazard clean-up crews do a really go job now!My hubby cracked open two beers, and gave me one. He was so sweet. I started to sip the brew, and he tapped his wrist as it was a watch. I looked at him puzzled? Honey, he said, you know that.