She clearly sees where I’m looking as I respond, “I like what I’m looking at right now.”Elly giggles saying, “Ya’ll being naughty,” as s...he prances back into the kitchen to prepare food for dinner.After I finish my beer, I walk to the kitchen to throw away the bottle. Elly May is at the sink cleaning vegetables.I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her tiny waist. Hugging her, I ask, “I sure have liked you being here. Have you enjoyed it too?”She nods yes, “I’ve like being here a whole. Shaun had moved from the floor to sitting on the end of the bed. I stepped timidly past him to my bureau for a night gown. My mind was in that zone where I could do things but not think about it so it took me a few seconds of fumbling before I grabbed some sleepwear then retreated back to the bath to change. Shaun didn't say a word.I opened the bathroom door, hurried to bed and slipped under the blankets. Only after I felt the cool sheets on the length of my bare thighs did I realize I had. Too much direct sun on her mother’s skin perhaps. Le Jardin Rouge was kicking tonight. A DJ from the North American mainland was there, bringing some vital vinyl from Miami and New Orleans. The dance floor was a heaving mass of bare flesh. Penises and breasts swinging and swaying and shaking with the pulsating electronic beats, the occasional English voice articulated over the rhythm. In music, as almost everything else, the British flaunted their world dominance. Why couldn’t French musicians. The lights twinkled along the shoreline, bordering the black ocean below.“Are you a movie star?”“What would make you ask that? Of course not!” She looked back into her book, but couldn’t fight off the tiny smile.“Well, you look the part, of course, but who else can afford First Class?” he laughed.“You’re here.”“I fly for a living, I get upgrades for my millions of miles.”She pretended to be engrossed in her book then said “My husband has lots of airline miles, too, he was able to arrange this.