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ordering for the couple.   “I’ve been here a week already.   I know the menu.”   Joel got the Jamaican jerk chicken while Jessica, after much cajoling, settled on a salad.  
     
    Joel’s food was spicy.   After the first bite he wasn’t sure he would be up for the job.   Martin goaded him on.   “Stick with it.   It grows on you.   It’s the best you’ll ever have, buddy.   Let me order you a beer to go with it.   That’s all you’re missing.”
     
    Martin leaned over to examine Jess’s salad.   She felt his hand on her leg just above her knee and her ears and cheeks grew hot.   She glared at him but was quiet.   Inside Jessica screamed for Martin to stop, but for some reason she was loathe to cause a scene.   What the fuck is he doing?   Joel, preoccupied with his food, was unaware of what was occurring across the table.
     
    Martin’s hand was rough and worn, like a laborer’s.   He traced small circles on the Jessica’s thigh with his fingertips and she felt shivers crawl along her back like a curious insect.   The young wife sat in stunned silence.   What should I do?   Should I slap him?   While her husband ravaged his chicken dinner, Jess’s salad remained untouched.
     
    For twenty minutes they sat at the table.   Jessica was silent while her husband made small talk with the neighbor.   Martin would leave her alone for several minutes then she would feel his touch again.   His hand would be bold one minute, and platonic and innocent the next.   Riding a wave of indecision, Jessica grasped for some way to satisfactorily handle the situation while a nagging realization poked at her skull.   Why don’t you say something to him Jessica?   Because you’re flattered, that’s why.   It’s exciting.   You’re not sure you want him to stop.
     
    Jessica’s stared at the salad and toyed with her fork.   She felt goose bumps on her back as the sun set and the temperature dropped.   Martin’s hand was warm and insistent.   Put an end to this.   She looked at the man seated beside her as he charmed her husband with stories of his various travels.   His charisma was palpable.   Jessica wanted to reach out and brush away the lock of hair that had fallen over his right eyebrow.   He grinned at her and dragged his fingernails across the top of her thigh.
     
    Joel was sweating from the effects of the spicy chicken.     “You need a drink, bud,” said Martin and he waved over the waiter.   “Get my buddy here a daiquiri.   Make him a strong one.”   His hand moved further up Jessica’s leg as he smiled at Joel across the table.   “Unless, of course, you’d prefer something a little more masculine.   I’m a Black-Label man myself.”  
     
    Joel shook his head.   “A daiquiri is fine.   I’m not really a whisky drinker –can’t stand the taste.”
     
    “Oh really, Joel?   I thought of you as a hard liquor guy.”   Jessica detected a cruel mocking tone in the older man’s voice, but Joel seemed to miss it.   “We’ll do a shot, instead.   I need to train you to drink if you’re going to be my best pal.   Right, buddy?”   Martin gestured to the waiter again. “We’ll have a couple flatliners .   Actually make that four flatliners –we’re on vacation.”   Jessica blushed as the waiter took note of Martin’s hand in her lap.
     
    Martin smiled warmly at Jessica’s husband.   “You’re going to love this, buddy.”   It was clear to Jessica that Martin was manipulating Joel to some end and the thought scared her.   Jess grew alarmed and a sense of fear began to seep into her consciousness.
     
    She pushed the older man’s hand away from her thigh.   Jess cleared her throat.   “Joel, the last thing you need is a shot of alcohol.   You need to stop.”   She turned to Martin.   “And YOU need to stop.”   She was fuming but Martin just smiled at her.
     
    “He’s a big boy, Jessica,” said Martin.   “Joel’s old