We'd arrived on this wonderful, beautiful, fantasy island at night, unfortunately. The feeling when that wave of heat struck you was wonderful- you knew you had truly arrived, that you had certainly left cold rainy England far far behind.nnSo the first impressions were it was hot- so hot, and noisy! The insects were playing their strings, it seemed, as if they were all trying to outdo one another to impress you most. Wonderful. nnSuch a shame it was night, and dark, so aside from the artificial lighting, there really wasn't much to see. Also, you got to walk off the plane- no suspended walkway, no trucks coming to meet you, you got of the plane and walked to where the passport control and customs were.nnThe steel band was there, of course, well, the solitary steel drummer, still smiling away, but in a slightly more forlorn way than their chief of Tourism would have wanted- but who cares? We were in the Caribbean! nnCold beers, beaches, beauties, rum, turquoise waters, mini mokes (the little jeep type rental cars) ahh- how much better than this could it get?nnWell, lots better- I could have my best mate in the world with me. Look left. Check – best mate in the whole wide world. Sweet.nnIt could be free- look down at hand, see the letter of employment from the research institute- check – free! Well, food, accommodation, flights, some living expenses- plenty for two small time wanna-be alcoholics. Besides we both loved rum – so what better place to work? nnOh, the work. Yeah, well, it was going to be really tough work, but for the few months we were there, I guess we could get over it. nnPretty shitty though, being paid to scuba-dive around the island, on the pretence of researching the pollution effects of the tourism industry on the natural flora and fauna of the sea.

A middle-aged man nicely dressed in dark slacks and a white, short-sleeved button-up shirt walked arm in arm with a ravishing young blonde. She was wearing a short, sexy black skirt that revealed slender bronzed legs and a yellow pullover half-top that showed off her smooth stomach and gold belly ring.nn"Are you sure about this, Shannon?" Harold questioned uncertainly. nn"He's highly recommended, and I was promised he has the highest quality girls in the city," his loving wife reassured him with a gentle squeeze of the hand. "It's my birthday gift to you, so relax and enjoy the evening."nn"You won't get jealous?"nn"Do you think I'd be doing this if I thought I would? Please, Harold, have a sense of adventure for once. Besides, you need all the inspiration you can get. And I have firsthand knowledge about your natural affinity for the younger ladies."nnShannon glanced over with raised eyebrows and flashed him a smile. Harold smiled back, but he felt a twinge of guilt. Even though eight years elapsed since their marriage, he still had wandering eyes and was drawn to the vibrant innocence of youth. In one way he selfishly wished that she was still eighteen. How he missed those first few years together.nn"I know I'm not always able to finish things in the bedroom, but am I still… attractive to you?" he nervously questioned as he began to wonder what her motives really were.nnShe squeezed his hand again. "I'm not trying to find you another eighteen year old girl so I can leave our marriage.