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almost a free world.”
    “ My name is ... well, you are well aware of what my name is ... so, for now, how about you call me Ed.”
    Ed, yeah sure. Dracula would be better, you bloodsucker.
    “ Hello … Ed.”
    “ Are you a guest here, Lucy?”
    “ No.” That should make you run. I’m just a little worker bee.
    “ So, what is it you do here, Lucy? Bar work? You are much too beautiful to do anything domestic.”
    Pull your bloody head in, you wanker. Beautiful, my arse. Why is it that all you male millionaire creeps think that tits and money don’t go together? So, of course, I got to be the entertainment or a bloody bar attendant. Prick!
    “ I’m by way of being a, um, baby sitter of sorts.”
    “ I thought children were not permitted here?”
    “ Babies come in all age groups, Ed.” Piss off and leave me alone. I might just say all this stuff and not just think it. Note to self, never date a man with a toupé.
    “ You’re not very talkative, are you?”
    “ No.”
    “ Poor little girl. Your boss must be working you too hard.”
    “ My boss is terrific.”
    “ Well, of course he must be. This place is a gold mine. You might just be working for me one day soon, Lucy. This whole set up intrigues me. I might just check it all out and have my people make an offer.”
    Go ahead, make my life, you son-of-a-bitch. Aww, the pleasure I would have telling you to stick it up your arse sideways. Makes me tingle all over just thinking about it.
    “ This place is not for sale, at any price, Ed. The owner would never sell.”
    “ Well now, pretty Lucy, in my experience everyone has a price. Your precious boss won’t be any different.”
    Lucy, downed her Mai-tai, looked at her watch and flipped Ed a fixed smile. “Well, goodnight, Ed. I hope you enjoy your stay.” She got up before he could say another word. Giving Max the high sign to keep his mouth zipped, Lucy headed on to her own accommodation.
    Tomorrow promised to be a very big day.
     
     

Chapter 4
     
    A few of the guests had awoken early to the sound of the birds and decided to venture out and look around before Orientation at 1:00 p.m. Tristan and his beautiful wife walked hand-in-hand along the shaded area of the pathway leading from their bungalow and winding through the rain forest on its way down to the main area of the resort.
    “ God, honey, this place is really something. Do you believe the colors of those flowers? That’s gotta be sprayed on. I feel like I’m in the Garden of Eden or someplace like it,” said Izzy Jones.
    “ Yeah, I’m already glad we came. It’s just - damn, do you realize we are out walking around and nobody is following us? It feels kinda strange, but, man, I sure like it.”
    “ He-heh, yeah. It’s great. It feels weird but I figure no-one except the staff will be asking us for autographs - maybe that sweet little Ginny girl, if she can stay conscious long enough, that is.”
    “ They sure are a warm bunch of people. We’ll have to try and get the accents down. If Meryl can do it, we can do it.”
    “ Well, I dunno, sweetheart. I don’t think there is an accent on the planet that Meryl can’t do. Aww, hell, it’ll sure be fun, though. Why not?”
    “ The sign in the condo said every restaurant is open 24/7. Want to see what they serve for breakfast down under?”
    “ Uh-huh. I don’t feel jet-lagged and I sure am hungry. What day is it here?”
    “ Let me see. They are about fifteen hours ahead of us and we crossed the date line, so it’s like 4:00 p.m. Saturday in New York, so yeah, it’s 7:00 a.m. Sunday here.” Izzy continued to gaze about her. “The sign said we should wear the hats and those flip flop things, and sunblock. Man, they are not joking about the weather here. We are so lucky to be catching that ocean breeze. The air even smells different. What is that?”
    “ That is what non-polluted air smells like, honey, mixed in with all the flowers and salt air. Can you taste any gas