We had flown club class and had managed to stretch out during the flights; the poor sods in cattle class must have been dead on their feet by the time...they got to their hotels.Christmas Day, 2008. Lotto Luxury Hotel: Praslin Island.The day dawned hot and humid, in fact most days in the Seychelles dawn hot and humid, and oh yes, it was also pissing down with rain, warm rain, but wet nevertheless. I gazed tenderly at Gemma sleeping soundly alongside me.She looked virginal, vulnerable, and about. Openly and without trying to stop, I bawled my eyes out, and somehow the hurt flowed with the tears. Not all of it. It's not as though it could just be washed away, but perhaps enough.I lay in silence after that, listening without actually listening to Rick, liking the feel of the brush in my hair, and the timbre of his voice, and the silence of the house.I stayed still, with my eyes closed and my mind wandering, and perhaps I slept for a minute or two.Somehow, in any case, an idea slid quickly. “No, it’s alright, dear,” John says to his wife, placing his hand on her arm.“No it is not, John,” Mary says back, standing up abruptly. “I am tired of this attitude she has taken up. She has been late to dinner or missing it completely for almost a week. I don’t know where she is half the time. I swear she’s sneaking out with some boy from town.”“I’m not sneaking around with a boy,” the teen argues. “I’m almost sixteen, I’m almost an adult.”William leans over toward his son and says, “You’re. “My name is Scott” he said, “ but think of as Savannah like this”“I’m Ray, but consider me Ramona for now”. There was a handshake followed up with another very hot deep kiss.He said “I have to run, besides it’s getting late in the morning, we don’t need anyone finding us like this”“That’s how we found each other” I laughed.“Well, we may not get so lucky next time. I have noticed another guy lurking around a couple times, probably late teens, pretty good looking guy, so maybe there is another.