"'Morning, Gina. How's things?" (Remember, we are in Texas.)"Oh, mornin' Pattie. Glad to see you. Kinda busy just now. You got anything important..., or did you just want to say hello?" Just got a real quick question." What?" Who is this guy, Robert Guerin? Is he a new employee or something?" (I had only been working at the company for three weeks, and I thought I had met everybody.)Gina stopped cold. She very deliberately removed her reading glasses and placed them on her desk. She gazed. ” She gave a nod to the car.“It coasts a fortune a keep this baby shipshape.” I got onto my Mustang.“And one thing,” I said with a wink before driving out, “don’t sleep with Chris again. He’s an asshole. He peed in his pants in 9th grade, would you believe it? It’s no wonder people call him a loser.”[Chapter 8]___________________________________________________________________I started for the restaurant; I stopped on a red light near a shopping mall, and out came Tiffany. She was with her. The officer, after realizing that Randy's a successful alumni at her former Alma Mater, takes pity. She, too, remembers being young and frisky once upon a time. She Scolds me, then let's us go. Relieved, we journey to my house which we find gloriously empty. My parents have gone out on a date - letting Randy and myself to finally resolve our sexual tension.I lead Randy upstairs to my bedroom. Sanding at the side of the bed, Randy kisses me, our tongues entwined in a sensual dance of lust. He. Immediately she hands me a large glass of wine and we take an extended moment to drink, keeping our eyes locked. She’s wearing a robe that isn’t tied up. Her thick brown hair is wet. She urges me to stop being a prude and take my clothes off like everyone else. I’ve nearly forgotten what I was doing before I stepped foot on this island. The intensity of the vision is taking over me, and from the look in everyone’s eyes it seems to be having an effect on everyone on this island. We can see the.