I'll be here."Elisabeth clamped her eyes shut as if trying not to see the pain she felt. "I ... He did ... I did ... sinful, vulgar, detestable things.... I ... I didn't want to ... As God is my witness ... I didn't want to ... But ... But then..." She broke down in tears and began quickly rocking her body forward and back as a child might do. "Oh dear God. Then I ... I ... enjoyed it! How could I have ... How? How? How?" Take it easy Elisabeth. Try and relax." Karen slipped her arm around. I breathed a sigh of pleasure. It was gorgeous, and I was suddenly reluctant to go back to bed. The deserted beach looked inviting, and I felt an urge to enjoy it before anyone else was up. I quickly slipped on a loose dress, not bothering with underwear; in this heat, restrictive and unnecessary items of clothing were even less desirable than usual. I scribbled a short note and slipped it under Janet’s door, so she’d know where I was, and tiptoed as quietly as I could down the creaking wooden. I knew that was not an option because they wouldn’t fit into my economy-sized backpack designed for carry-on luggage.The passengers were a geriatric blend of Baltic upper-class mostly returning from a shopper’s tour of the decadent west.All of the crew spoke grammatically correct English and they seemed on their best behavior in remaining aloof from personal contact with the “sheep” in the grazing pen, me included. I had met the same sort of attitude in the Asian and Middle-Eastern airline. As it was, my plans were doubly sweet.Apparently satisfied that we were unobserved for the moment, Janet turned to me and fixed me with her green eyes."Look, we need to talk," she started. Looking at her was fine, but listening to her rather spoiled the effect. Janet was used to getting her own way, and it showed. "Can we go somewhere private?" Sure," I said amiably, since that fit in well with my own plans, "Let's go behind the school."She seemed to consider it for a moment, then nodded..