To get clarification, I asked, “do you mean sex?”“Oh yes, Mr. Tony, if you think I am nice enough.”“You are very nice Angelita, but you are ...arried.”“It is okay, Mr. Tony. Now that I make no more babies my husband likes me to have sex. I am good to his brothers when they visit and I would like to be very nice to you. I think you are handsome so I would be very pleased.”I had to think about this for a few minutes so I said, “Let’s talk about this when you finish her work, okay?”She nodded and. .. Then I remembered the look on the faces of the hostages I saved. And then I began to really think ... Well, it was a small price to pay for those kids! Hell, one of them might even go on to become someone famous ... And me, well I fucked up royally ... Yeah, the Marines would throw my ass out for this and I would have to go back to the cabin ... At least I still had all the money my damn dad had left me to live on...I heard a crapload of noise as some people walked into the room. I. I checked and no one was near us on the beach. We got our suits back up and had a swim to cool off.At the house a hung over Carl was catching hell from Amy. They cut off the argument when Carol and I came in.Undercurrents of bitterness marred our breakfast.Carl sauntered off down the beach after breakfast. I noticed he had his billfold in the pocket of his beach robe.The ladies and I drove into Panama City and stopped at Saint Andrews for raw oysters.The place had changed a lot since I had been. "He was quite cute really," whispered Brigitte. "She just doesn't go for men."Hmm, maybe it wasn't a dream then!"Nope, me neither," commented Louise sadly.Brigitte looked surprised. "Really?" Yeah I've had enough of them — they're all wankers." Oh I see! You've just had enough temporarily. Can't say I blame you — I was married for a while and I vowed never to go there again." She shuddered.Sonya reappeared and looked at her watch. "Come on we need to go eat some breakfast."Louise's stomach.