I went to the bar ordered another martini and started chatting with the bartender. He was a wealth of erotic stories about the resort. He asked if I...was with anyone. I looked around the dance floor and our table and Joan was nowhere to be seen. Occasionaly I worry about Joan's safety. She'll do anything for a sex adventure.I wandered out to the patio and looked around. Then I heard Joan moaning. She was in a gazebo in the garden. I walked over and saw her splayed on a divan and Winston. “It looks like a shooting star for you to wish on. Maybe you can wish to live through the fall you’re about to take.”“Oh stop torturing her Cash and through her the fuck over already,” Kara says from a few steps away.Sarah feels him shift and she manages to grab one last look at his girlfriend before she is sent off his shoulder and over the side. She doesn’t make a face nor does she try to grab onto any part of Cash that she can to delay the inevitable. No, instead she just lets it happen.. “And you’re quite sure that folding Asim’s towels will give me the opportunity to spy on his nephew?”“Cousin,” said Sixsmith, sounding irritated. “You keep saying nephew. They’re cousins.”“I’m sorry. In Dutch the terms are the same. We don’t differentiate. I never noticed that until I learned English, but it hasn’t stuck.”Dupree chuckled and gleefully dunked a biscuit in his tea.“You know, I keep forgetting that Mr. Carstairs is not actually an Englishman. In fact, he’s not even British. And it. I feel great! Did you get one? A pink one?" Yeah!" I laughed with her."What was that stuff?" she asked. "I want some more." No you don't!" I giggled. "It's workin' fine, believe me." Yeah! I do!" she nodded, twirling around and laughing.Heather was there now too, dancing with a guy named Money, of all things. They were enjoying it. Heather liked dancing close and Money, who stood just a bit taller than Heather and looked sort of Hispanic, didn't mind that at all. He had his hands on her waist,.