She knew they had both had sex, and she didn’t mind, it just meant that a holiday to either Paris, Fiji or England was that much closer. She would j...st like them to tell her.Meanwhile, Greg was talking to Izzy telling her everything that had happened so far. Izzy loved hearing how Greg had used his practice on her to please another woman. Greg loved Izzy and knew that everything he did on this holiday would strengthen his relationship with her. Greg lost track of time as he was talking to Izzy. I had a few drinks there as well and was feeling pretty tipsy. I noticed there were a few straight guys there and most of them would glance over at me. After the drinks took affect I went to the rest room. I was standing, washing my hands when someone came in behind me. Startled by someone in there they said, “Oh sorry.” But he didn’t shut the door. Instead he locked it. He instead walked up behind, “I don’t believe we’ve met.” I didn’t know what to say or do, his hands rested firmly on my. Expecting Brandy to return, I had prepared a little nest for us. I had the only key to the door. It had been a storage room, long since abandoned. I had used some retired furniture to fix it up. I opened the door and motioned Cynthia inside.She glanced around and said, "Nice. Much better than I expected." Turning to look at me, "I bet this was all supposed to be for Brandy." I nodded and she continued, "Good. I'll have to tell the little bitch how I horned in on her lover boy when I eat her to. He lacked that arrogant sense of entitlement that I’d noticed in a lot of white South African youths, which always got my back up.Janet had insisted that bikinis were de rigueur – for the girls – and after the meal we lounged decadently in the pool, glasses of wine by our sides. We bossed poor Andy around mercilessly, getting him to top up our glasses and bring us titbits of food. He took it all in good part, but eventually made an excuse to go inside and “check some messages” on his.