Swaying palm trees. The whole tropical thing.We ordered Pina Coladas after we saw the barman climb/run up a particularly horizontal coconut palm and k...nock down a couple of nuts with his machete. He then carved them and served the best cocktail I have ever had. There is something special about fresh coconut milk in one’s Pina Colada. Not to mention the drama of the climb and machete action on a large tree stump in the bar area!Several cocktails later we headed off to our room. We both were. But most of all, it took a lot of time from my travels. I remembered reading somewhere about someone who had been transported back to the past and had made a fortune as he could remember a lot about stocks and that had made him able to build a real fortune over some years. I didn't have the faintest idea about stocks or bonds or anything like that. But maybe... If I could get into the future... I could see if I could do the same by reading the papers.My first trip into the future proved that. All you are doing is making demands of me. That’s not fair.’ She looked chastised. ‘All right, Sam, we will do it your way. I have to have the essay.’ ‘Britney, sit at the table and write what you know about Denmark during World War II.’ I had set a pad on the table in front of an arm chair at the large dining room table. I had her sit in front of the pad. She stared at it. She was almost crying. ‘Sam, I don’t know anything about Denmark, then or now.’ That is what I suspected. ‘Britney, I’ll. With her lips unavailable, he sunk his mouth deep into her flesh, tasting remnants of a familiar perfume he couldn't name. She tensed beneath him and he could feel her chin forcefully trying to close the gap where his mouth was nuzzling her neck."Get -- off -- me!" she whispered in seeming anger, her arms still struggling from their pinned position against the sofa. "If you give me a hickey, I swear to God I'll kill you..."He felt her close to breaking free from her pinned position and used.