Apart from coffee break, this was the first time I had attended anything of a social nature with this group, and I had been hearing tales of fantastic...parties past in the days leading up to it. Being so new, I hadn't really planned on attending but the stories were so good, I couldn't say no. I certainly didn't regret it, the venue was beautiful, I had an amazing time, and that open bar got me chatting to everyone. There was one gentleman in particular I was curious about, a real charmer,. She had been through Hurricanes a few times in her life. She felt their fury and each time laughed in the face of the storm.Della said, "They always make them out to be worse than they really are. We can stay baby, we'll be fine."She was a daredevil, throwing caution to the killer winds and sometimes going driving in the storm, as if to say, "Here I am! And you can't get me!" The Hurricane always lost to her.Ron was from the North. There are no Hurricanes there. He'd seen Hurricane films on. Similar to our previous walk there were some spectacular views along the way and we passed several small bays but this time there were no couples sunbathing. About lunch time we reached a small sandy bay and I suggested we stop. We managed to find a way down to the sand and over lunch I suggested we spend an hour sunbathing. I had put towels in the rucksack along with sun tan cream and Jean was happy to lay on the sand in her underwear. Jean could feel her skin getting hot and asked me rub on. "Where is the lady who is checked in here?" he stammered."There is no lady here," the maid said. "The guest checked out nearly anhour ago." Did she leave anything behind?" he asked."Only a bag of clothes to be given to the mission," the maid replied."We don't do that so we just tossed them in the incinerator."Oh, My God!" he screamed in his head. "MY clothes! My ID. My money!" All burned up! What am I going to do?"The maid seemed to smile at him for a moment. "Are you Sissy Jim?".