----Later on back at the table Eva asked me if she could borrow my cell phone. She wanted to check her messages and she had left her phone in her car....I gave her my phone and she left to go to the restroom area where it was quieter.A few minutes later she returned, handed me my phone and said she had be going. She gave no explanation, but assured us it was not an emergency but that she had to go. She said her goodbyes to all and was off. Rita and I continued to drink the draft beers and we. We stopped off to see every little island we could find and some not so tiny, like Haiti and Jamaica. We got courier visas for Cuba and spent a couple of days taking in the culture and cuisine. We liked Cuba! We'd damned well be back. The culture of Puerto Rico was strange--very Hollywood. Very Miami. I thought Trinidad was a hoot--all those businessmen in suits and shorts! Well, they were called Bermuda shorts, after all. Now, I wonder how they named Bermuda onions?Aruba was way the hell and. ‘What are you, nuts?’ Brian hissed. Michelle pulled her gun out. ‘I’ve already lost so much,’ she told him. ‘The least I could have in return is to know why.’ She got out and Brian followed hurriedly, scared to be alone. ‘Wait!’ The glass door at the front had been smashed open, with fragments of broken glass all over the concrete and the blue carpet inside. They walked down the hall cautiously until Brian tapped Michelle’s shoulder. ‘That’s the room, I think,’ he whispered. She slowly creeped. ." "fuck off!" I roared. He sprinted out of the room leaving me and Beth alone. "So you think you can just cheat on my dad and never get caught?" I asked. "John son please." "I'm not your son! You are a worthless whore fucking other men and trying to get my dad's money." She threw the covers away and ran up to me forgetting she was naked. "I love your dad!" She yelled my reply a hard smack to the face sending her to the ground.She put her hand on her cheek and looked up at me. "Please don't.