Culver Cliff: the most easterly point of the Island… and for many the tragic point of departure. A bunch of flowers propped up forlornly against a f...nce post with a card flapping in the wind. I walk up to it and attempt to read it but the ink is already fading. I have been here myself in the past, I may yet end it here… but not today. Seagulls wheel above us in the grey November sky screeching as they do. It is time for us to go… * * * She brings the flogger down upon my bare back… it does not. We discussed her plans for the evening and decided that since she had two nights she would take it easy for her first night and head to the hotel bar for a drink. From there she would see what happened but wasn’t promising much as she was quite tired. She promised she would text me with updates on how she was getting on before we heard a knock on her hotel door from room service and she let me go. I woke on the hour every hour with anticipation of her text messages which proved especially vague. Having checked into our room, we found to our horror that, you guessed it, the sleeping arrangements hadn't been changed from my original solo trip, so we only had the one queen size bed."You take the bed, Stace, I'm right, I'll crash on the couch, or at whatever girl's place I end up at." I laughed."Are you sure?" Stacey replied, with what I could have sworn was a look of disappointment or jealousy in her eyes at the mention of another girl. Stacey and I have always been close, but nothing of. Ortega's office that same afternoon to ask the doctor to call me at his earliest convenience. And when he called me back, I told him all about what had happened. And I also let him know that, as far as I was concerned, my pregnancy was a direct result of the poor advice that he had given me and Ray during my last visit to his office.I could tell by the tone of his voice, that Dr. Ortega was quite shocked and surprised by my story. He kept apologizing to me, and insisting that he had never had.