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"I wanted to see you." I said under my breath.

"Your husband?"

"He's at the resort...he's ok..." I said looking down in embarrassment.

He put his finger under my chin and raised my eyes to meet his. He gave me a knowing look that told me that I didn't need to explain any further.

"I's show you d'island?"

"On your boat?"

"Ya man, on the boat."

At that point I realized we were talking about having sex and I didn't even know his name, "What's your name?" I blurted out in an attempt to highlight that point.

"They call me E'ric."

"Can I call you that too?" I said clumsily.

"Pretty woman, you call I whatever ya want. Wha t'is my pleasure?"

I assumed he was asking my name, "I'm Michelle, I'm from Canada."

"We gets no snow here miss Michelle, only da heat." The double entendre was not lost on me.

After a bit more non-descript small talk he invited me to leave the bar with him. I balked at the suggestion, I felt frozen in my spot. My mind was returning to the foggy trance of worry and nerves.

"Eric, I want to go with you, but I'm really scared."

"Ee-t'is your husband?"

"Yeah, I just don't know," I think I sounded whiny, "I don't think I can go through with this, sorry."

"Tell'em ta come."

"Huh?" I screwed up my eyes to punctuate my confusion.

"I's show ya bop zee island."

I stopped in my tracks and let the gears turn in my head, "Were we really talking about the same thing?" I thought with a look on my face that showed the same notion without words.

I tried looking at him from different angles. I wondered if he was crazy. Perhaps there was a language barrier. I am reasonably sure that, "Make love on my boat", means the same in any dialect, nevertheless I found myself wondering.

The wheels were still spinning when he said, "I's be wait here and ya go'an fetch'em."

There was something final about the way he said it, like it was a condition rather than a suggestion. I strolled slowly away from the bar, pausing a number of times to look back at him. He stayed looking relaxed at each glance. His level of relaxation through-out our exchange is hard to exaggerate. As for me, I felt like I could have been shattered by a touch and strangely cold in the heat of the sun.

I jumped through the gate entry hoops and walked slowly to our room. Part of me half expected to find my husband boning some random resortee in there. My palms were cold with sweat and slipped while turning the knob, before I could wipe them off for a better grip the door swung open and my husband was standing there. A quick inspection revealed he was by himself and my fear was pretty misplaced.

"He wasn't there? What happened?" He sounded like he was asking one of our kids to explain why they were out past curfew.

"No he was there?"

"Did you talk? What?"

"I was too scared. I don't know."

"Don't know what?" He was looking at me like I scratched his car or something.

"I mean I don't know!" I said in frustration, "I mean that he said you can come too."

"What do you mean?" He said repeating a theme.

"Just come, ok honey?"


"So I won't be so scared." I looked up with tears starting to well up in my eyes.

My husband's gaze became soft as he realized that I needed him there for emotional support. "Are you sure he's ok with it?"

"Yeah, I just don't want to go alone, ok?" I was trying to choke back my unexplainable tears.

"Yes, honey, whatever you need." He said while pulling me close for an embrace.

"So we can go?"

"Of course baby, we will go."

This day was going from weird to weirder.

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