By the time we called room service, they asked us if we wanted to order off the lunch or breakfast menu. We both chose the latter. It was a beautiful day. The smell of the Kona coffee was invigorating, the fresh pineapple slices divine. We lazed about, then slowly changed into our swim suits and headed out for the beach. As we walked toward the shore, I glanced over at the grove where the bonfire had been. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Claire do the same. I knew that she, like me, couldn’t help but think of what had transpired there. I chuckled to myself. I must have been quite a sight, at one point surrounded on both sides by couples going at it. We strolled on the beach, dipping our feet in the water. I noticed Fire Eater working his day job hauling lounge chairs onto the sand. I wondered how often he managed to score with a guest. Was it something he’d remember? Or was Annabelle just Blonde Bimbo Number 361?
