She noticed Adam’s thin gold band glinting on the ring finger of his hot left hand, while equally conscious of the pair of rings branding her own fa...thful marital status. Each closely examined the other, reading the mutual expectations of satisfying shared desires.On impulse, Eve grabbed Adam’s suit jacket lapels and pulled hard, finding herself moving towards the object of his lips and mouth rather than draw his heavier form towards her. Time slowed to a snail’s pace, their mouths drawn like. I didn’t want to know, did I? What was this darkness that engulfed me so suddenly? I wondered if the police would be waiting for me as I left the pool. Did the lifeguards know? God what just happened was so hot, so surreal.I pushed my way out of the pool, hightailing it around the corner so I could get my thoughts together. Was she following me? I didn’t think so. Plus it was so crowded I didn’t think she’d be able to find me effectively. I stopped at the restroom, going inside to collect my. Think Andy Dick and French Stewart on acid. Two of them, Leroy Sykes and Clement Forrester (it’s like their parents just knew how they were going to turn out) had taken up the slack of John’s leaving to become my best friends in town. Actually, they’re pretty nice guys if you can overlook the Grateful dead tee’s and black nail polish that Leroy sports and the pocket protector that’s apparently Clem’s security blanket since he never leaves home without it. But like I said they’re sort of cool in. I can spread confusion too, you know.I hoped I’d have enough time to change into a fresh suit, or at least a shirt, before reporting to prince Omar, but he intercepted me on my way to the lift.“You. We have appointment.”“I’m aware, Yowrihnes. May I freshen up before we leave?”“You have five minutes. I come with you.”Oh, wonderful... He followed me to my room. The door was ajar, which was odd and alarming. I had changed the main lock to something decent, and had mounted a Sherlock S2 bluetooth.