’ He showed us to our reallocated table. We sat, and the Maitre D’ asked what we wanted to drink. Chrissy requested a double vodka and tonic and I...ordered a white wine. As soon as the Maitre D’ had gone she took cigarettes and an expensive looking lighter from her bag and proceeded to light a cigarette and puff nervously at it. She did not look at me once, it was as if I was not there. She picked up the menu the Maitre D’ had left and began flicking through it. I tried to start a conversation. I couldn't even go back home. I had no money, nothingbut this barely - even - there bikini. I couldn't even get a job - withthat forged document, any money I could even earn would go straight tothe Master.Straight to... they'd have called up the records in time for my_scheduled_ appointment in the morning. They'd have to have everythingprepared and loaded on the Internet well before my 9:30 appointment -even if -Hell, even _if_ Sheena had ran straight to the Master as soon as I left- that. Could I havegone home with a woman and then slept in a separate bed?This just didn't make sense. I was mustering the strengthto shift an eyelid when I identified determined footstepsapproaching me."Hello. Are you awake enough to hear me?"I tried to answer, but my throat was awful dry."Hold on, I'll get you some water."Feminine voice, soft but brisk. I don't usually sleep inunder such circumstances, preferring not to acquire thestatus of lazy guest when I share someone's bed. I felt astraw at my. I was cursing alcohol thinking about what just happened.But my gut feeling had something other things to say to me. I felt like she was wet when I confessed my sexual feelings about her. So as planned we all met at night for dinner. There were actually 3 couples and me just broken up with my GF was alone there. We had this nice seating arrangement for the whole group and it was very dark with just candles and beach the other side. It was really romantic. So as luck would have it … I was between.