My sword was trying to communicate with me!Taking a deep breath, I quit fighting the noise in my head as I lowered my shield.I never lost consciousnes.... I never felt the blackness. Instead, it was as if I was floating above the three bodies, watching myself and the others. No one rushed to us. They were afraid to touch us after what happened to Anna. It didn't help that I had pitched forward, falling across both Anna and David, the sword still clutched in my hand.Finally, I watched as Kalani. Party should be over, she thought, and began to collect glasses; jars and bottles, and then bring them to the kitchen. Marcos followed her into the kitchen where she had turned her back to him while washing dishes in the sink. He complimented her:"Oh, Raquel, I'm staring at your buttocks now and they're as succulent as thei're ever been. I wish I'd be that dress to keep stick to your soft skin."This imprudent shameless poet had got closer to her from behind by now and asked for permission to. The man, a young white tourist, had been watching Jaquan for the last hour or so. Jaquan knew exactly what he wanted. He was just waiting for the right time. The beach emptied of people as the sun disappeared until it was just the two of them seated on the picnic benches beneath the casuarina, almond and coconut trees. Jaquan looked over again. This time the man was looking at him. He smiled and the man smiled back. Jaquan gestured for him to come over."Hey," Jaquan said."Hi." I'm Jaquan.". She listens closely hearing the shower running. Her desire starting to grow, she decides to go and join him in the shower. She sheds her robe and steps into the shower with him. Slowly tracing her hands over his well-toned body. Feeling the ripples of his muscles, as she moves her hands further down his body. She whispers in his ears as she does this, telling him how she loves him. He turns to her, pinning her against the shower wall. He places his lips on hers and lets his tongue reach out and.