Christine smiled with him. She was overcome with a mad happiness; she realized they might not make it but didn't care, they had their piece of paradis... right then and there.As they built the cross, several times Damon's gaze would linger on her breasts, then rise up and he'd smile at her. She noticed he was at least partly erect again, his veined member engorged with arousion.I'm probably going to have sex with the prince of my dreams on a paradise island. Technically I already did.She laughed. Heather didn't act concerned. Taking Kara's hand, she helped her to stand. Chris stepped back a little, affording himself a better view of the two naked girls. Kara was an inch or two taller than his girlfriend, five and a half feet or so, and darker, maybe Italian, whereas Heather was a Scandinavian blond. Other than that though, there wasn't a lot of difference. Tits were about the same. He knew that Heather was a 36-C. Kara was a little smaller in the rib-cage, maybe a 34-C. Whatever though,. He picked up several fistsized lumps of gold and a bag of roughcut gems that lay at his feet, studying the landscape spread out before him. He was back on Earth! Wasn't he? One minor detail jarred, then another and another. The fields looked all right, except that the air felt like early spring. It had rained recently, and the fields were freshly plowed.That couldn't be right! Not if he was where he should be. It had been late in the fall, almost into winter when he'd fled Chicago, and he had. "Hi Neil" Jenna said, wondering why in the world Candy had brought her over to meet this nerd.Neil reached to shake hands with her, but at the last instant before they touched he said, "Is this yours?" and put the disc in her palm as she squinted in the flashing neon lights to see what it was.Neil pushed the #2 transmit key and Jen went blank still peering down at her palm."Candy put that disc on the back of her neck."Candy snatched the disc from Jen's hand and peeled off the protective paper.