It was early, so there were very few people up and about. He had the opportunity to enjoy the beautiful surroundings of the resort. The paths were sha...ed by the huge growths of trees and plants, and the ubiquitous Kali flowers provided both beauty and a pleasant smell everywhere that lifted his spirits. Chase wondered about the transformation he was seeing in his wife. Prior to Glamity Bay they hadn't never smoked drugs, their sex life was sparse at best, and Mindy had the same racist opinion. “Ahhhh….oh, my God, that feels….ahhhh”, I moaned. “Don’t stop”, he said. Apparently, this was turning him on as well. I struggled to remember the line, “You don’t….ahhhh….you don’t…” before he slowly rubbed my crotch. “Oh, my God… Let me jerk off for you…. Oh, God…” I moaned in unrestrained ecstacy, “Not yet”, he said seductively, “actors must focus”. “I…I…I can’t….” I moaned, his hand working his way down my tight shorts, slowly rubbing my pulsating hard cock. It was all happening so. He’d never seen eyes quite so green, almost a blue spruce green, with tiny flecks of amber. It was then he’d fallen under her spell. He made his way towards her, though he was not sure what he could say to this beautiful woman that would be worthy of listening to. Once in reach, she’d instantly grabbed his hand. ‘I’m Catharine.’ Her voice was rich, alto and smooth, dripping with sexuality, like Catharine herself. ‘Pierre,’ he replied, shaking her hand and trying not to become completely. The return to the city was so far distant in the future--why should she even think about it?It did work pretty well. Jean kept faith and I went out of my way to do everything expected of me. Jean and I did love each other, so some months we saw each other most weekends. She would travel to Vermont or I would go down to Boston and stay over. Cassie got used to the routine and it became a way of life for her.My writing progressed and I sold my first book sixteen months after Jean and I.