He had learned to keep himself from starving, but his cooking didn't go much beyond pan frying and re-heating canned goods."You're cooking this?" he a...ked.She smiled, "Uh huh. I had to substitute a couple things. You don't have many spices." Yeah, I guess not. Wow," he said.He went off to change. When he returned, Cherry was putting the dinner on the table. Mike sat down as she sat next to him in a typical little domestic scene. He was struck by how ordinary this was. He took some of the stew. She started talking about every day things. Having to go home & clean. Going out of town this weekend, & so forth. I had my back to her putting stuff in the cabinets, when I heard her say "Since were going out of town can u pass by & check on the house. Probably going to be a long weekend & I was wondering if you thing my husband would like this outfit." I turned around not really expecting what I saw. She stood there in these black "fuck me" pumps & this black lacy push up bra that had her. There would be no last minute reprieve. She should have trudged manfully up to the beach without this last meeting of their eyes."You’re a silly bitch," Mike assured her cheerfully. "Have fun with yourself." Already he was yards away from the shore. Dorinda choked back the vitriol. He would only laugh. She stood impotently watching the dingy speed back to the yacht. A tense white statue in the night.What does a girl do when she finds herself alone, sans clothes, sans hands, on an uninhabited. The moment of truth had arrived. Was anyone there, and was number eighteen being used? She walked in with one eye closed and the other in a squint.To her total delight, the coast was clear. She quickly loaded the machines, all except number eighteen. She wanted him to wait. (The same thing she does with her boyfriend.)Pulling off her shorts and grabbing her vibrator, she was set and so ready to go. In went the coins to her new best friend. In went her vibrator. It was total ecstasy.She fell.