" I was thinking that even though you weren't my type, you were the cutest guy I'd ever seen, and that there was absolutely no way you were going to b...y me a drink and that I must be crazy to think so. What were you thinking?" I added quickly, feeling my defences spring up."I was wondering who you were, and why you looked so out of place in that damn bar. I wondered what you and your girlfriends were talking about to make you laugh so loudly and why you'd put lipstick on before you came over to. I laid out two towels and then walked to the Tiki Hut for a drink. I had finished my Run Runner and laid back feeling the sun, I must have fallen asleep because Andrea woke me when she came down. I asked if she wanted a drink and said yes a Pina colada. So I headed back to the Tiki Hut, the line was long this time and it took about twenty minutes to get her drink. As I was walking back across the beach back to our motel and I saw Andrea talking to a guy. I slowed down my walk to give her some. I was wearing my signature red lips that day. You had always loved the way the flashy sheen of white teeth contrasted against them when I seductively bit my lip, a look of knowing in your eyes, a silent plea for what you knew would follow.But I don’t think either of us expected what was to follow that night.With melancholy tones and hushed voices, I had brought us to an end that neither of us truly wanted. I sobbed gently as I confessed the ways I was freighted with distrust and insecurity, and. By the way, thanks fer the he'p. That wuz good shootin' ya did." Thank ya fer teachin' me, Abigail. I didn't believe ya at first about usin' the gun, but I shore do now! I'll never fergit the things Mr. John an' ya have done fer a nocount nigger like me." Oh, Cissiee, don't talk like that! We wuz glad ta he'p ya. After all, I spent 12 years in the same kind of slavery as ya did, soz I know what it's like. Jus' be happy that ya're now among friends an' try to fergit all the grief ya went through.