One untrustworthy soul dispatched to retrieve another."Have you ever come on an island girl's tits, Harry? It's beautiful. Come 'ere and watch."Sprawl...d beneath Jack on white sheets was a young Haitian woman named Juanita. She was as naked as the beach, arms and legs outstretched in a willing, almost patriotic, spread-eagle."You got a beautiful cock, Jack." she murmured, her liquid brown eyes sparkling mischievously.Juanita had smooth, milk-chocolate coloured skin, a gorgeous innocent looking. She wondered what this was about. Like, was this just a big date gone wrong? Did she say something or do something to indicate that she wanted this to happen. Was it, in fact, her fault that this happened?The figure walked away – didn’t even run away from the scene of the crime. Georgia sat for about a full minute before doing anything. She stood up, which hurt as her knees still hurt, and adjusted her clothing. There was a sore bruise on the inside of her left thigh and had no idea how. What was she doing? Just touching herself in front of this guy? Craig laughed and then leaned back, far enough that a very large bulge was visible through his trunks. I glanced over to Amy and Ted. I was hoping Ted would see what was happening and would rush over and stop it, I could trust him to keep Becky under control. But he and Amy were sitting on the deck idly chatting.When I looked back at Becky, I saw her putting her hands on Craig's thighs. At first I wasn't sure what she was doing,. –~~– ‘Life taught you a hard lesson.’ Kaden whispered. I kept staring at that damn napkin. The waiter came in the middle of my story to set down our food. Then I was staring at my overflowing plate. I could not look at him while I told tale of idiocy. That mistake shamed me. I did not want to see his look change from companionate interest to hard accusation, the accusation that I should have known better than to let a man walk all over me. He could be looking at me as if I were an easy target,.