”As the girls were taking their respective showers they were still drunk and of course being drunk they just wouldn’t shut the fuck up. They told...me the whole sordid details as what happened to them. When Vicky finally got out of the shower I looked at both of them and said, “Ladies I’m too tired to stay up and talk about this. I need to get some sleep.” I finally got my head on the pillow and I was out like a light. A couple hours later I rolled over and next to me was Faith. I never felt. She was wandering around the set of her latest movie, The Muppets, hoping to find somebody to talk to, but was having no luck. She'd spent the day doing a scene with just the puppets, and by the time she'd left the make-up room all the crew had left for the evening. The boredom highlighted her other concern, that deep down, she was unhappy.She didn't want to go to another party that night, especially not if she was filming tomorrow, and the prospect of room service in an empty hotel room was. The "center" of the room opened toward the cove, where about twenty yards of lawn was all that separated the couple from the sparkling Caribbean beach. The side opposite the jungle faced the pool area, with a large ornate pool, and a swim up bar. Theirs was the first suite in the chain of guest rooms arcing around the pool and beach area.The style of the outdoor amenities suggested Roman ruins. Except for a few staff members, there didn't seem to be anyone else at the resort."What's up, are we. He silently listened as I let it all flow out in one long story. “You’ve had one tough day,” he said when I finally took a breath and stopped talking. “No wonder you are stressed.” As he said stressed I looked in my mirror and said, “You have no idea how stressed.” I told him about the dark circles under my eyes as I stood and leaned into the mirror poking at the dark patches. I sighed hoping they would go away. “They will pass and so will the pain,” he said as I heard the sound of another.