She’d made a few stops for cold drinks on the way down, and at one point she’d had to take a beach towel out on a secluded beach and take a nap. She could definitely get used to this, to the sounds of the ocean, the warm sand, and the tranquility. It couldn’t be that hard to find herself a good man down here and start all over. The thought of a passionate Latino man warmed her loins. But how long could it last? Without Gunter, she wondered if it was really worth it at all. She knew she should forget him. He really was trouble, and contacting him could lead her into really big trouble. But he was an addiction worse than any she’d ever had, including the ones that she’d had to a few potent prescription drugs. She still liked to party with booze once in awhile, like she had over these last few days, but she hungered for Gunter with everything inside her. She drove around the town until she spotted what she was looking for—an internet café. Wouldn’t you know it would be closed?
