She continued. “Do you remember taking a trip to Martinique in the year 1987? Staying at a place called The Paliau Dunes Resort?”My mind raced bac... through time. I remembered the trip. I went with my friend Billy. I remember spending three or four drunken, rubberless nights with a petite Chinese girl from Boston .“Dawna Lee?” I croaked.“That would be Mom,” she said. Again, I was speechless. “Don’t worry, Jack,” she went on, “I don’t want anything from you.”“But your mother…” was all I could. I never got it. "He never called," I mentioned to Becky that night. She didn't say anything. Not thank heavens or anything. "You're probably glad," I finally added. I noticed something about the way she was acting. I spoke up again: "he called, didn't he?" You didn't need to talk to him!" It's my decision!" But you can't decide to do something like this! It's impossible!" Becky!" My voice was raised. I paused, and consciously lowered it. "I'm sorry: you help me manage my career, and I'm. This was magic, he thought as she did something with her tongue that made him moan. His eyes were closed, but he opened them because he wanted to see her face. She looked spectacular. Her hair was dishevelled and her face flushed. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and she had a slightly red mark of beard burn on the side of her neck where hed nuzzled her. Look at me, he said and she opened her eyes with obvious reluctance. Her lips were parted, hoping for more kisses. He almost obliged,. "So do you think ... could we be friends, instead? Or maybe, could I be like an honorary sister? I promise to always see you as 'Just Cailan', even when protocol dictates I don't say it out loud, and you promise to keep that sense of humour going, and we both have someone to turn to when we just need to talk or whatever? Could we do that?"He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I'd like that. I've never had a sister." Cailan, about last night..." You were right. About everything." I wasn't..