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Mitch followed Avery through the buffet and； as expected； to a table where the two women were waiting。 They were sisters； both in their late twenties； both divorced； both half drunk。 The one named Carrie had fallen in heat with Avery； and the other one； Julia； immediately began making eyes at Mitch。 He wondered what Avery had told them。
〃I see you're married；〃 Julia whispered as she moved next to him。
〃Yes； happily。〃
She smiled as if to accept the challenge。 Avery and his woman winked at each other。 Mitch grabbed a glass of punch and gulped it down。 '
He picked at his food and could think of nothing but Abby。 This would be hard to explain； if an explanation became necessary。 Having dinner with two attractive women who were barely dressed。 It would be impossible to explain。 The conversation became awkward at the table； and Mitch added nothing。 A waiter set a large pitcher on the table； and it quickly was emptied。 Avery became obnoxious。 He told the women Mitch had played for the New York Giants； had two Super Bowl rings。 Made a million bucks a year before a knee injury ruined his career。 Mitch shook his head and drank some more。 Julia drooled at him and moved closer。
The band turned up the volume； and it was time to dance。 Half the crowd moved to a wooden dance floor under two trees； between the pool and the beach。 〃Let's dance！〃 Avery yelled； and grabbed his woman。 They ran through the tables and were soon lost in the crowd of jerking and lunging tourists。
He felt her move closer； then her hand was on his leg。 〃Do you wanna dance？〃 she asked。
〃No。〃
〃Good。 Neither do I。 What would you like to do？〃 She rubbed her breasts on his biceps and gave her best seductive smile； only inches away。
〃I don't plan to do anything。〃 He removed her hand。
〃Aw； e on。 Let's have some fun。 Your wife will never know。〃
〃Look； you're a very lovely lady； but you're wasting your time with me。 It's still early。 You've got plenty of time to pick up a real stud。〃
〃You're cute。〃
The hand was back； and Mitch breathed deeply。 〃Why don't you get lost。〃
〃I beg your pardon。〃 The hand was gone。
〃I said； 'Get lost。' 〃
She backed away。 〃What's wrong with you？〃
〃I have an aversion to municable diseases。 Get lost。〃
〃Why don't you get lost。〃
〃That's a wonderful idea。 I think I will get lost。 Enjoyed dinner。〃
Mitch grabbed a glass of rum punch and made his way through the dancers to the bar。 He ordered a Red Stripe and sat by himself in a dark corner of the patio。 The beach in front of him was deserted。 The lights of a dozen boats moved slowly across the water。 Behind him were the sounds of the Barefoot Boys and the laughter of the Caribbean night。 Nice； he thought； but it would be nicer with Abby。 Maybe they would vacation here next summer。 They needed time together； away from home and the office。 There was a distance between them…distance he could not define。 Distance they could not discuss but both felt。 Distance he was afraid of。
〃What are you watching？〃 The voice startled him。 She walked to the table and sat next to him。 She was a native； dark skin with blue or hazel eyes。 It was impossible to teH in the dark。 But they were beautiful eyes； warm and uninhibited。 Her dark curly hair was pulled back and hung almost to her waist。 She was an exotic mixture of black； white and probably Latin。 And probably more。 She wore a white bikini top cut very low and barely covering her large breasts and a long； brightly colored skirt with a slit to the waist that exposed almost everything when she sat and crossed her legs。 No shoes。
〃Nothing； really；〃 Mitch said。
She was young； with a childish smile that revealed perfect teeth。 〃Where are you from？〃 she asked。
〃The States。〃
She smiled and chuckled。 〃Of course you are。 Where in the States？〃 It was the soft； gentle； precise； confident English of the Caribbean。
〃Memphis。〃
〃A lot of people e here from Memphis。 A lot of divers。〃
〃Do you live here？〃 he asked。
〃Yes。 All my life。 My mother is a native。 My father is from England。 He's gone now； back to where he came from。〃
〃Would you like a drink？〃 he asked。
〃Yes。 Rum and soda。〃
He stood at the bar and waited for the drinks。 A dull； nervous something throbbed in his stomach。 He could slide into the darkness； disappear into the crowd and find his way to the safety of the condo。 He could lock the door and read a book on international tax havens。 Pretty boring。 Plus； Avery was there by now with his hot little number。 The girl was harmless； the rum and Red Stripe told him。 They would have a couple of drinks and say good night。
He returned with the drinks and sat across from the girl； as far away as possible。 They were alone on the patio。
〃Are you a diver？〃 she asked。
〃No。 Believe it or not； I'm here on business。 I'm a lawyer； and I have meetings with some bankers in the morning。〃
〃How long will you be here？〃
〃Couple of days。〃 He was polite； but short。 The less he said； the safer he would be。 She recrossed her legs and smiled innocently。 He felt weak。
〃How old are you？〃 he asked。
〃I'm twenty； and my name is Eilene。 I'm old enough。〃
〃I'm Mitch。〃 His stomach flipped and he felt lightheaded。 He sipped rapidly on his beer。 He glanced at his watch。
She watched with that same seductive smile。 〃You're very handsome。〃
This was unraveling in a hurry。 Keep cool； he told himself； just keep cool。
〃Thank you。〃
〃Are you an athlete？〃
〃Sort of。 Why do you ask？〃
〃You look like an athlete。 You're very muscular and firm。〃 It was the way she emphasized 〃firm〃 that made his stomach flip again。 He admired her body and tried to think of some pliment that would not be suggestive。 Forget it。
〃Where do you work？〃 he asked； aiming for less sensual areas。
〃I'm a clerk in a jewelry store in town。〃
〃Where do you live？〃
〃In Georgetown。 Where are you staying？〃
〃A condo next door。〃 He nodded in the direction； and she looked to her left。 She wanted to see the condo； he could tell。 She sipped on her drink。
〃Why aren't you at the party？〃 she asked。
〃I'm not much on parties。〃
〃Do you like the beach？〃
〃It's beautiful。〃
〃It's prettier in the moonlight。〃 That smile； again。
He could say nothing to this。
〃There's a better bar about a mile down the beach；〃 she said。 〃Let's_go for a walk。〃
〃I don't know； I should get back。 I've got some work to do before morning。〃
She laughed and stood。 〃No one goes in this early in the Caymans。 e on。 I owe you a drink。〃
〃No。 I'd better not。〃
She grabbed his hand； and he followed her off the patio onto the beach。 They walked in silence until the Palms was out of sight and the music was growing dimmer。 The moon was overhead and brighter now； and the beach was deserted。 She unsnapped something and removed her skirt； leaving nothing but a string around her waist and a string running between her legs。 She rolled up the skirt and placed it around his neck。 She took his hand。
Something said run。 Throw the beer bottle in the ocean。 Throw the skirt in the sand。 And run like hell。 Run to the condo。 Lock t