I saw that Lisa's glass was empty."I'll go get another bottle of wine in the cabin." I said.Mom glanced at her watch."We've been out here for two hour...," she said, "maybe we'd better go in before we really do get broiled." Would you come up to our cabin?" Lisa said, "We could talk more there. Please?"Mom nodded. I half expected her to go to our room to change out of her bikini, but she didn't. Their room was identical to ours. I plopped down on the couch and mom sat down beside me. Lisa sat. "I'm much more sorry, amigo," she sighed. "Now I am just a maid in my father's house, the lowest of the low among the servants, in the scullery. I sleep in the attic. And I think he is in trouble, my father, no longer in favor. He has two girls that he uses, but he seldom brings men home for them to serve." What's happening?" I asked."I'm not sure. Lord Howe is in the center of it, but, well, it's very confused just now. Money is involved, por su - of course, much money." Is your father home?". As John’s face got closer to Crissy’s cheek he was intoxicated by Candy’s generously applied perfume that wafted into his nostrils and his sexual attraction to her was intense. As John’s lips touched Candy’s cheek he could feel her skin was so delicate, so smooth, so soft and perfect, like the finest silk, that he had trouble pulling his lips away. If Candy’s cheek felt this amazing John could only imagine what her lips would feel like if he got to kiss them? Scene Three: The Dinner Date. ’ He was still feeling uncomfortable given the fact that it was only an hour or so since she had been naked before him but in contrast to that occasion Martine had now scraped her hair back severely making no effort to hide the scars which cruelly pulled and distorted the left hand side of her face. Indeed she seemed to relish parading the disfigurement. Max had come to Italy merely to sell a small but choice sketch by Salvador Dali and was staying at what was described as her guest villa.