The island went by the name of Îlet de la Grotte, or in Antillean Creole, Island of the Cave. On the shore you could see a small gathering of people....The closer you got the more it became clear it was some type of ceremony. Eric and Cass were standing just off the beach of the island they now called home. Their friends had been there visiting for the past few weeks. The men had gone fishing, the women did some shopping on the mainland. But mostly it’s been morning beach combing, afternoon. Be my wife, be wife to my Lady Annette. Please accept my love for you always.”“Oh, Pen. I am yours. I have always been yours. I love you to the depth of my being and it is made deeper by our love for Annette. Come to me, my love. We’ve waited nearly eighteen years for this moment.”We didn’t rut like horny goats. Once we had made our declarations, we lay down and began to kiss. We explored each other like we had never touched before. There was nothing about her that I didn’t want to know. I. ’ You study the note for a moment and then follow its instructions. Inside, you find something you didn’t expect. You take off your shoes and socks while studying a scene straight out of a movie. The chandelier is dimmed low and the inviting flicker of candlelight emanates from the great room. You’re drawn to it like a moth to the flame. The candles burn silently on the coffee table, but there’s no trace of me, save a white card on the table. You pick it up and open it. Inside my handwriting. 'You haven't!' 'Yes, he's very sexy and I get all warm and weak when I'm around him...' 'You slept with him?' Fred demanded hotly. 'No...no...but I have let him kiss me and hold my boobies through my blouse...' 'What! Who is this bloke? I'll kill him...' 'It's...uh...it's Andy,' Daphne said softly, head down, 'your boss.' Fred sank back in his chair, his head reeling with this explosion of badnews! His boss! Andy was tall and built like a Rugbyplayer – Fred would be no match for him – and he.