With the merest hint of a smile, Trish began to disrobe. The jacket was carefully folded and set aside. The blouse was unfastened, button by tantalisi...ng button. When that, too, was removed she contrived to hold it across her breasts for a moment before disclosing a black peephole bra. Her nipples, reddened with lipstick, protruded obscenely. Gary groaned and stopped masturbating, clearly apprehensive of losing control at this early stage.Trish turned full circle for everyone to see, then shed. There is something permissive and seductive about a Caribbean Island, particularly one like Eleuthera, where the brilliant semi-tropical sun and the absence of pressure invite one to shed cares, clothing and convention. This was Peter Knight's home ground now, and he assumed the role of confident host and tour guide--though the principal charm of Eleuthera is the absence of commerce and people such commerce attracts. Indeed, French Leave is the only tourist attraction. There isn't much to "see". Maybe I should go ask him, just to let him know I'm home.But there was no need, for Phillip had spotted her from his crow's nest work area, perched on the top half of the two-story main room in a sort of shelf-like corner, accessible by a pull-down set of ordinary attic stairs. "Hi, honey... how was the shooting?"She turned quickly, startled at hearing another voice. "Oh, you're not working!" she shouted over the din. "I was just thinking of coming up to say hello, but l didn't want to bother. "Sarah looked at her, confused. "So.... what does that mean?" It means you're going home with me instead being stuck here at the school all night with the security guard. The dean cleared it with Mr. Leighton."Sarah's eyes got big and she jumped out of the chair and gave Coach Faye a warm hug. "Yay!" Sarah released her grip on the coach, only to grab her by the shoulders and hold her at arms' length. "We're having a sleep-over!"Faye laughed. "It can be Girls Night Out! Or rather, in! Here, I.