Now she was relaxed a bit and we got time to speak in the nights also, we used to talk about all things in this world and she used to tell me that she...should have got married to me. She also told me that she wanted to see me in person, I said fine and we fixed a day for our meeting.That day was a Saturday and those days having funk is a fashion and I had the same too. I drove to her office and with a eager to know how she looks and all. I reached her office and peeped in thru the reception door. Mike and Brad joined them at a more relaxed pace, breathing in the beauty of the four women.Martin and Jim also reappeared in shorts and flip-flops and helped get drinks for everybody, even those in the pool. Margo also reappeared dressed more appropriately for the islands in a sarong and wearing low-heeled sandals. She had a sedate one-piece bathing suit on too. The tenor of the group changed from formal to relaxed in those changes of clothing.Margo looked satisfied with the small miracle. The stranger laid out a gold bar without batting an eyelash. ‘Clean glass, clean food, clean room, and stay out of our business.’ ‘Yes sir,’ the barkeep said without looking at me, abandoning me to fate, and took the dirty beer away to clean a glass with a new rag. As the beer poured he put the gold bar into a lockbox already brimming with the night’s take. ‘I said I ain’t fucking you.’ It was Raymond talking now. I’d lived his life five hundred years ago and he’d been a rover like me, though. Victoria puts her finger up to Charley’s “WORLD’S BIGGEST DOGWHORE” tattoo and smiles as she says, “I’m going to see if I can take your title tonight!” She giggles.Charley keeps smiling, but isn’t willing to concede that to this young lady, “Oh no dear,” she says in the most condescending tone, “We whore’s get paid to have our sex ... You’re just a little slut who will do it all for free!” And now she lets out a little, bitchy, laugh.Victoria doesn’t look too disappointed, “Oh well, I s’pose.