"What??? I wasn't being sarcastic. I mean do you hang out with other people?" she asked."Do you?" he asked her in return."Fuck this. You are not answe...ing me," Priscilla said.She was irritated by his response."Why are you being rude to me? After everything I have been through," Thomas said to her in a bitter tone."Ok Thomas. Forget it. I am too tired for having this kind of hardcore conversation," Priscilla said."You're the one being rude here. You didn't answer my questions," Thomas said.He is. Fawn was blithely unaware of all of this. By day, the guilty men and boys treated her the same as always, and were friendly and cordial. But as she stayed longer in the island, her stillness began to slowly drift away as she began to enjoy her new-found freedom. She did not find a single person who touched her and whom she could be close with, but she made do with pleasant conversations and idle talk with her new neighbors. She always preferred her solitude, anyway, and sought it out everyday. “Now he’s sliding a hand down my stomach. Under my bikini bottom and down between my legs. Ooooo, he just slipped a finger inside.”I almost dropped my phone.“Look, I think we’re going to go inside so he can fuck me. Talk to you later.”She ended the call.For some reason it occurred to me that she could have been making the whole thing up just to tease me. Whether truth or fiction, I had to waste the rest of my break trying to get my cock to go back down so I could return to work.She must have. As a relatively renowned photojournalist who was regularly published in serious magazines, he travelled extensively. Today, with a bit of clever manoeuvring, he’d managed to arrange a lunch-time date with Kerry between flights to obscure locations, their first in weeks. “I told you it’s time to work on a change of career,” she teased. “I’m sure we could find a nice office-bound job for you.” She hadn’t even finished the sentence and was tinkling with laughter at his face. Even though he knew.