The Suggestion (standard:mystery, 6470 words)
Author: Hulsey	Added: May 25 2002	Views/Reads: 5288/3455	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A couple on a holiday of the lifetime in Hawaii meet a young American couple who take more than a passing interest in them. A tale of loyalty and deceit. (This story contains sexual scenes.)

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Sonia waited until the rep had left before speaking. "Well, she seemed
nice enough, Doug." 

"Couldn't wait to get away though," I moaned. 

Sonia was now wide-awake. "Come on, let's shower and see some of the
island. We're wasting precious time here." 

I nuzzled her neck and caressed her breast. "Sightseeing can wait,
Sonia." 

"Push off you horny bastard. That can wait until later." 

We ambled along the beach, feeling a little over dressed. Sonia was
wearing a large, blue floppy hat, a pink and black flowered blouse, and 
blue shorts. Her large sunglasses were perched on her upturned nose.    
I had opted for a red tee shirt, denim shorts and sandals, along with 
my prized Nike sunglasses. 

Most of the occupants of the beach were bare-chested, and that included
the women. I imagined Sonia going topless, but the fleeting fancy 
passed as quickly as it had entered my corrupt mind. Besides, as nice a 
figure as my wife had, she would never dream of going topless. Granted 
she had plenty to show on top if she so wanted to. She had a great 
sense of humour and had livened up many a party, but she was a little 
old fashioned about such things, even at the not so old age of 
thirty-six. 

Sonia's idea of an erotic film is Love Story. We even make love with the
lights out, unless she's a little tipsy of course, which is why I don't 
object to her drinking. In all of our years of marriage, Sonia, I can 
honestly say has never strayed. I also have retained my marriage vows, 
though at times it hasn't been easy. 

We're an average sort of couple. An average semi, an average car, and I
have an average type of job. Our batting figures go down when it comes 
to children. We tried for a couple of years without success to have 
them, only to find out that Sonia was unable to. So here we are, on a 
not so average holiday. 

I decided to even things up. Sonia is actually not bad looking, as many
of my friends have commented. I only wish that she believed that. She 
was always commenting on her looks, hence her hiding behind the 
sunglasses and her Pedro the donkey hat. She was very conscious about 
her gap tooth, and promised several times to visit the dentists, 
ignoring my protests. How I loved that gap. That's one of the reasons I 
married her. 

We ambled through the white surf, looking back at the numerous hotels
that were strung out like pearls along Waikiki beach. We sat for a 
while beneath a palm tree. There was plenty of time later for sun 
bathing. Who knows; enough Mai Tai's and maybe I could persuade the 
love of my life to part with her bra. I can dream can't I? 

After a swift drink in the hotel bar, we gave up on Sandy making an
appearance and decided to venture into the unknown streets of Oahu. The 
sheer magic of the island presented itself to us as we wandered hand in 
hand towards the sea front. A walk along the beach in the moonlight was 
Sonia's wish; mine was for a bar. 

The towering Ko'olau Mountains were majestically silhouetted behind the
many hotels, complimenting Honolulu's constellation of colourful 
lights. Several beach fires were flickering in the gentle breeze, the 
plucking of guitars blending with the sweeping sound of the surf. We 
approached one such beach party and were invited to join in with the 
Hawaiian and American youngsters, but we politely declined. My love of 
music didn't stretch to Kumbaya my Lord. 

Sonia clung on to my arm and kissed me as we made for the bright
twinkling lights of downtown Honolulu. So many bars and restaurants, 
each one tempting us with their splendid offers and fare. 

"Excuse me. Could you spare a moment?" 

For a second, I thought he said dime. 

A smart-suited young American addressed us and offered his hand. I was a
little wary, and usually just shook my head and walked on, but this 
smarmy looking man was gripping my wife's hand and charming her with 
his boy next-door smile. I swear I saw a sparkle off his perfect white 
teeth when he spoke. 

"Hi guys, my names John. You're invited to a buffet and film at the
Hotel Polynesia. It's only one hundred meters away, and you qualify for 
a free rental car for a week." 

"Not interested, sorry," I interrupted. 

I attempted to walk away, but was pulled back by my wife. The ever
smiling Yank was still attached to her hand. 

"Do you mind leaving go of my wife's hand?" 

"British right? I love the Brits. Isn't London a beautiful city?" 

"London sucks," I said, hoping I'd hurt his feelings. 

"Look, there's absolutely no obligation. You watch a film, which lasts
fifteen minutes, and then you're given a very short talk... Free drinks 
are thrown in. You're then free to go, with your free rental car of 
course." 

I was suspicious. "Forget it, John boy. What is it? Time-share, I bet?" 

"Well yes, but..." 

"Piss off." 

Sonia nudged me. "Doug, don't be rude. A free car for a week you said,
and free food and drink?" 

"That's correct maam. You're free to go at anytime... I'll even escort
you there myself." "Come on Doug, what have we to lose?" 

"No Sonya, can't you see it's a scam?" 

"Please, please." She looked at me with those big brown eyes and her
bottom lip sticking out. 

"Okay, but no matter what, we're walking out of there our bank balance
intact." 

John was obviously delighted. "Of course, Sir. There are no obligations.
I'll show you were it is." 

My arm was dead from the hefty nudges administered by Sonia, as we sat
through fifteen minutes of boredom. Another couple had been roped in 
off the streets, no doubt unable to resist the temptation of a free 
rental car. 

A tall grey-haired man with horn-rimmed spectacles was standing watching
us, his arms folded, and a fixed smile on his craggy face. The 
projector died, and we were prompted to follow the man into a room, 
which held enough food to feed the third world. The soft, irritating 
music played in the background. 

As we shuffled along the table, filling our plates, I could not help
staring at the blonde woman in front of us. Her and her partner chose 
carefully, before adding to their plates. They were definitely health 
freaks, and American to boot. 

She had a figure so slender, that I swear my hands could have encircled
her waist and not touched her. She had long, straight, blonde hair and 
the face of a Goddess. I caught her eye when she turned to speak to her 
hunky partner, whist clutching a celery stick. She smiled at me, and I 
felt like a little boy with a crush on his schoolteacher. Everything 
about her face was perfect, her high cheekbones and perfect tiny nose, 
to her piercing blue eyes. She reminded me of one of those Baywatch 
babes off the TV, and had the complexion of honey. She ran her tongue 
over her moist red lips and I almost dropped my plate. 

The grey-haired American who was called Brad, would you believe it,
beckoned us over to join him and the couple. I felt a little 
embarrassed at my piled up plate, which was oozing with unhealthy 
foodstuffs. 

Sonia had been a little more conservative. Brad poured out four large
glasses of champagne and then the patter began. 

"Doug, Sonia, I want you to meet Steve and Jill. They, like you are
interested in our Timeshare apartments." 

"Now hold on; I didn't say I was interested." I protested. 

"Of course... Now you must admit, you feel a little tempted by our
marvellous offer." 

I only half heard him as the distraction of Jill was contagious. Even
the way she nibbled on her cracker had sexual intones for me. 

“A three bedroom, two bathroom five star conda, scattered around some of
the most wondrous islands of the Pacific, for only eighteen-thousand 
dollars ownership fee, and four-thousand-eight hundred dollars 
maintenance fee. For that, you get two weeks per year vacation at one 
of the venues, and wait for it. After ten years, you have total 
ownership... Now go on, admit you're tempted?" 

The only thing on offer that was tempting me was the luscious blonde. My
eyes were fixed on her breasts, her ample nipples protruding through 
her yellow top. Sonia dug me in the side and my fantasy faded. 

Brad the cad continued. "Once you sign, there is a seven-day rescission
deadline." "It sounds wonderful, darling," said Jill. 

"I'm not so sure, honey; you hear about so many Timeshare scams
nowadays," drawled Steve, looking the Hollywood macho man with his 
carefully groomed hair and muscles like Popeye. I figured this 
attractive couple to be in their mid-twenties. 

"Aw come on Steve, we can afford it," urged Jill. 

"Shucks, I must say I'm tempted, but let us have a little time to think
it over." 

Brad rubbed his hands. "Of course, take as much time as you like; just
as long as it's within a week of course... I do agree with you about 
these Timeshare scams. “These people have given our business such a bad 
reputation, but I can guarantee you, Steve, this firm is legitimate and 
has so many satisfied customers. If you want, I can introduce you to 
some of them?" 

"No thanks, like I said, we'll sleep on it." 

"And you, Doug and Sonia; are you interested?" 

"Yes, very much so," enthused Sonia. 

"Ah, wonderful." 

"We'll also like time to think about it," I interrupted. 

Brad shook our hands and the four of us exited the plush hotel. The
humidity of the night was uncomfortable. 

"What do you think Doug, do you trust this guy?" asked Steve. 

"No way." 

Sonia butted in. "Oh Steve, take no notice of him. He doesn't even trust
our local vicar." 

Steve laughed. "Listen, why don't you join us for a nightcap? I know
this wonderful bar not too far from here." 

I got the nod of approval from Sonia, and I must admit, that I was
delighted to spend a few more minutes in the presence of the blonde 
beauty. 

The Blue Canoe was indeed a sight to behold. A white marble bar was set
in the centre of the building, and the walls; well there weren't any. A 
massive aquarium surrounded the bar. Sharks and numerous nameless 
coloured fish swam around, ignorant of the thirsty customers. You could 
even scuba dive in the aquarium, but not in the shark tank of course. 

I ensured that I was sitting between the women, as we mounted the tall
silver-based stools. Jill's short skirt rode up her thighs, revealing a 
glimpse of her red panties. I felt my old man twitch slightly at the 
spectacle. 

"What are you having, Doug, Sonia?" 

"Oh, thanks Steve. I'll have a Bud please." 

"One of those Mai Tai things please, Steve," grinned Sonia. 

"Sure. I see you've discovered the local firewater already, eh?" 

"Oh, they're gorgeous," said Sonya. 

My eyes fixed on the large killer shark as it menacingly glared at me. I
was half expecting the Jaws music to replace Bryan Adams. My attention 
was rapidly diverted, when I felt a foot against mine. This was no 
accident. Jill was actually rubbing her high-heeled shoe against me. My 
twitch had now turned to a half erection, as I shuffled uncomfortably, 
ensuring that my foot kept in contact with hers. 

I turned to Sonia and smiled, hoping that she hadn't noticed. She
hadn't, as her attention was taken by the hunky, Steve, who had 
manoeuvred his stool close to hers. 

"Tell me Doug, what do you do?" asked Jill. 

I felt my Adam's apple growing the size of a tennis ball. It was the
provocative way that she asked in that husky, oh, so sexy voice. 

I    “I'm a computer programmer," I squeaked, clearing my throat. "And I
do a bit of Karate." 

I realised how pathetic that last comment sounded, as I tried to impress
Jill, holding in my stomach as I raised an eyebrow, Roger Moore style. 

"Karate? Wow!" She felt my diminutive muscles, and I tried with all my
might to expand them. I chanced a glance at Sonia, who was giggling 
like a schoolgirl, when Steve whispered something in her ear. 

"I love older men, Doug," said Jill, removing a cigarette from her
handbag. 

I reached for the book of matches on the bar and tried to strike one.
After four attempts, she lit it herself with her silver lighter. The 
more I tried to impress her, the worse it got. I was even stuttering 
profusely. 

"Hey Doug, Steve has offered to show us around the island tomorrow.
Isn't that wonderful?" smiled Sonia. 

"Are you sure, Steve? I mean, we don't want to spoil your holiday?" 

"Nonsense, we've been here so many times. We'll be happy to show you the
sights." 

The foot that was climbing further up my leg made up my mind. "You've
got a deal, Steve... Ready for another?" 

"Sure, a Bud for me." 

I turned to Jill, who was blowing a plume of smoke towards the ceiling.
She placed her hand upon my knee and said, "I fancy a cocktail. A Pina 
Colada for me, Doug." 

That did it. I had to stand at the bar to hide my complete erection, as
I ordered the drinks. 

I rejoined the party, and desperately needed to relieve myself. "Will
you excuse me. I need the men's room." 

"I think you do," smiled Jill, looking towards my bulging groin. 

I scampered to the toilet, passing the merry revellers, and hoping that
my predicament was not apparent. 

Several drinks later, we said our goodbyes and made our way back to the
hotel, hand in hand. Sonia marvelled at the beautiful night sky, set 
against the lights of Honolulu. My mind was on other things. I was 
missing Jill already. 

That night we made love as we had never made before. We were at it like
rampant rabbits for what must have been three hours. For once, I 
welcomed the darkness, as I played out my fantasy. The funny thing is 
though, why was Sonia so over enthusiastic? I was soon to find out! 

To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. I looked down on
our free rental car. Not a Cadillac liked I envisaged, but a clapped 
out pea green jeep. Steve didn't share my misery, and insisted that it 
was perfect. It took me a few minutes to get used to the gear stick 
being on the right, but mastered it before we hit the freeway. Now that 
was an experience. There were so many lanes; I would have been 
completely lost if it wasn't for the fact that I was following Steve. 
Jill looked over her shoulder several times and smiled. "She likes you, 
Doug," said Sonia. 

"Who?" 

"Who? Jill, that's who." 

"Don't be ridiculous. I must admit, I'd be a good fish to reel in, but
she's too young for me." 

"Ha! Come off it, Doug, you're past it. Go on, admit it." 

"I certainly am not past it! I'm only thirty-six, not yet at the prime
of my life." 

"Thirty-seven." 

"What?" 

"You're thirty-seven Doug." 

"Are you sure...? Anyway, I had no complaints last night did I? Only
screams and moans." 

"Don't flatter yourself honey. I have a wicked imagination." 

"And what's that supposed to mean?" 

"Forget it." 

I     looked across at her, to see that wry grin on her reddened face,
as the wind blew her black ringlets about her face. The gap between her 
teeth didn't look so appealing at this minute. 

Eventually, we pulled off the Freeway, and Steve slowed down, allowing
us to come alongside them. 

"Gumball!" he screamed. Jill let out a shriek when he put his foot down
and sped away. 

Ten minutes later, we stopped outside the Polynesian Cultural Centre. We
visited all seven villages, viewing the arts and handicraft, before 
browsing through the marketplace. We marvelled at the native performers 
as they fire-walked. 

I must admit to feeling a little jealous every time Steve kissed his
girlfriend, or placed his thick arm around her. He was attired in a 
green vest and white shorts, and was wearing a Miami Dolphins baseball 
cap. Not a bead of sweat could be seen on him. I, in comparison was 
soaked through, and my head was red. In my foolishness, I had forgotten 
to apply sun tan lotion. It bothered Sonia not one iota, as she wore 
her floppy hat. 

After the Polynesian Cultural Centre, we visited the world's largest
maze in Wahiawa, and then saw the marvellous spectacle of the Halowa 
lookout, or the blowhole, as it's sometimes referred to. The blowhole 
is a natural ocean geezer on the East Coast of the island. The surf is 
forced through an L-shaped lave tube, which explodes upwards from the 
pressure. 

Steve saved the best until last. Pearl Harbour. After a short film, we
were whisked out by navy launch to the Arizona memorial, which 
straddles the sunken hull of the battleship, USS Arizona. The ship, 
which was sunk in the infamous attack on the island in 1941. 

We arrived back at our hotel about seven' o'clock, and I immediately
went about applying after-sun. I looked in the mirror and a pathetic 
red-faced stranger looked back at me. I could see Sonia sniggering in 
the background, as she prepared to shower. 

"All these times we've been away, Doug, you should know by now about the
perils of the sun." 

"I forgot didn't I?” I squirmed when I felt the soreness behind my legs.


Two hours, two more hours and I'd be back in the company of my
fair-haired Goddess. I counted every second in my head. 

They greeted us as if we were lifelong friends, when we entered the Blue
Canoe. I felt like a prat, with my red and grey Hawaiian shirt that 
Sonia had bought me at the Polynesian market. I felt even worse, when I 
saw what Steve was wearing. He had on an expensive cream suit, and an 
open necked white silk shirt. Jill looked gorgeous in a sky-blue dress, 
a string of pearls hanging from her delicate neck. A blue orchid 
nestled in her tied up golden hair. 

"You look, er.. Different, Doug," said Steve, with a smirk on his face. 

"I knew I shouldn't have worn it." 

"Nonsense, you blend in with the surroundings," added Jill. 

I weren't sure if they were taking the piss or being complimentary. 

Steve kissed Sonia's hand, and her face turned the same colour as her
dress, red. My face certainly blended in with it. 

After a couple of drinks, Steve suggested moving on to the Purple
Lobster, a local club. I was beginning to believe that every bar and 
club in Hawaii was named with a colour. This club was different. A 
kaleidoscope of colours moved around the walls. The club was dimly lit, 
welcoming and not seedy as I imagined. 

We selected our seats besides the dance floor and the music started.
Steve clicked his fingers and ordered our drinks. I again was seated 
between the two women, with Steve sitting opposite. The usual foot 
playing had begun, and I didn't object. 

Paul McCartney's "Live and Let Die, reached us from every corner of the
club, as the topless girls walked onto the stage to the rapturous 
applause. I looked towards Sonia and expected a stern look, but no, she 
was applauding and smiling. The girls danced at their poles, and I felt 
a hand beneath the table, resting on my knee. I turned my head towards 
Jill, who remained emotionless. 

After a while, Steve removed a twenty-dollar bill from his wallet and
waved it in the air. A tall, leggy, black girl approached our table; a 
permanent smile fixed on her face. She climbed onto the table and Steve 
prompted Sonia to place the bill into the girl's garter. Sonia reddened 
slightly, but to my utter surprise, she completed the task. The girl 
was now standing over me, swaying from side to side, her legs apart. 

I felt Jill's hand now rubbing my groin as the black girl wiggled her
large breasts. Steve had moved besides Sonia, and she placed her hand 
on his. My mind was racing; what with the effects of the alcohol and 
the smokiness of the club, my emotions were scrambled. This was not 
right. We were being seduced in front of a mass audience. 

My instinct told me to remove Jill's hand, but my hormones were in
conflict. I felt the dampness when Jill rubbed me more vigorously. 

"Excuse me, I need the men's room," I said. "Oh, you do have a weak
bladder, Doug," said Steve, grinning as I watched his hand below the 
table. Sonia was looking a little flushed, and it didn't take a genius 
to work out why. 

I looked into the mirror and threw some water on my face. There were
many after-shaves and fragrances on offer, but I neglected them as I 
tried to get my thoughts together. 

A Hawaiian, who must have purchased his shirt off the same stall as me,
was standing at the trough. He looked my way, nodding his head and 
smiling. 

What were these two playing at? Okay, we live in a provocative age, but
why us? Steve and Jill were an attractive couple and could pull anyone 
they desired. Sonia could pass as being attractive, I suppose, but me? 
I've had my moments over the years, and actually, my looks have been 
compared to Bruce Springstein's, but something just didn't ring true 
here. Jill could do better than me. I looked down at my beer belly, 
breathed in, and turned to the side, viewing my beer belly through the 
mirror, much to the amusement of my Hawaiian friend, who was shaking 
his member. 

The door opened and Jill approached me, a look of lust on her face. 

The Hawaiian was still shaking his little man, mouth agape, when she
pushed me into a cubicle. Her soft mouth enveloped mine, and she 
struggled with my belt. She sat me on the bowl and removed her panties 
before straddling me. She sank onto me, moaning gently as she moved 
slowly. She reached for my hands and placed them on her breasts, her 
long tongue darting in and out of my welcoming mouth. She now increased 
her rhythm, her groans becoming louder, as she worked herself into a 
frenzy. I couldn't hold on much longer, and moved with her rhythm, the 
explosion imminent. 

I had to place my hand over her mouth when she screamed loudly. She
kissed me once more and proceeded to dress herself. She held my hand 
and led me through the men's room, oblivious of the leering men. Before 
we exited the room, I heard moans coming from the first cubicle. I 
grinned and thought, what sort of place is this? 

We took our seats as if nothing had happened, and noticed the absence of
Steve and Sonia. 

"I wonder where they are, Jill." 

She just grinned and lit a cigarette. My eyes focused on the door to the
men's room.  Steve and Sonia were just leaving hand in hand. 

I looked to Sonia, but she ignored me. There was a prolonged silence, as
we watched the dancing girls. I felt a little ashamed, but also angry. 
This young American arsehole had violated my wife. Jill must have 
realised my discomfort and placed her hand on mine. This was not right, 
but I needed Jill like she was a drug. 

Steve broke the eerie silence. "How about some fresh air?" 

We all agreed and headed for the beach. 

Jill whispered to me. "Listen, Doug. What happened tonight. It was
nothing... Just a bit of fun, and we didn't do anyone any harm now did 
we? We're all consenting adults." 

“I suppose so, but isn't this a dangerous game we're playing?" 

"Not really. We've never had any problems before." 

"Before!” I gasped. “You mean, you do this all the time?" 

"Sure, when we can... Come on; don't tell me you didn't enjoy it?" 

Jill squeezed my hand tightly. 

"So you're sort of swingers I guess?" asked Sonia, who must have been
listening. 

I was shocked by her effrontery. I didn't even know Sonia knew of such
things. 

"Yeah, you could call us that I suppose." 

Sonia seemed disappointed. "So tonight meant nothing?" She released
Steve's hand. 

Steve answered. "Oh, it meant something alright, Sonia. It meant
something." 

We sat on the sand, the sound of the breaking surf keeping us company,
along with the strumming of a guitar in the background. 

Steve continued. "Jill and I are seriously thinking of buying a
Timeshare pad. We could move out here when we retire." 

"Are you serious?" I asked. “Do you have that kind of money?" 

"I can get it... How about you?" 

"Well, we certainly have the money, but it's a big decision to make. Who
knows what the future holds?" 

There was another long silence before Steve spoke. "Listen, I have a
suggestion. Stop me if I'm being a little forward... You both agree, 
you enjoyed tonight, eh?" 

We nodded in unison. 

"Well my suggestion is this. We swap partners for the whole two weeks
we're here. Think about it. Unbridled passion with a stranger... Is 
there a better turn on than that?" 

I looked to Sonia who smiled. 

I was curious. "Steve, I don't want to sound like a party pooper, but
why us? I mean, look at us. We're not your type, surely." 

"Aren't you? Jill and I are into older people. It's just something we
like doing." 

I pondered. "Just for the two weeks you say, and then we go our separate
ways?" 

"Sure, Doug, no ties... You'll go home rejuvenated, believe me." 

"Well, Sonia?" I asked, expecting a negative reaction. 

Sonia threw her arms around Steve's neck. I had my answer. 

I woke up that morning, a long slender leg wrapped around my body. The
usual black hair was replaced by golden locks. I thought I'd gone to 
heaven, as I recalled our energetic lovemaking. What made it more 
sensual, was the sound of Sonia and Steve making love in the lounge. 

I walked to the fridge and reached for the bottled water, before I
ventured a peep into the lounge to find it empty. As I leaned over the 
balcony, I could see one of the jeeps had gone. I heard the wolf 
whistles from the balcony opposite, and realised that I was as naked as 
a newborn baby. The cleaner, a middle-aged woman was getting a right 
eyeful. 

My assumption was that Sonia and Steve had probably gone shopping for
groceries. We had been with our new partners a mere eight hours and 
here I was, the jealousy eating away at me. 

Jill pulled me to the bed and climbed on top of me. This could be an
exhausting fortnight! 

They returned some six hours later. 

"Where the fuck have you two been?" I asked. 

"And what the fuck has it to do with you?" replied Steve. 

"In case it's escaped your attention, Sonia's my wife." 

"Is she? Not for long she's not." 

"What the fuck are you talking about? Sonia, what's he mean by that?" 

"I'm leaving you, Doug." 

"What! Hold on a minute... Did I hear you right?" 

Steve was now standing face to face with me. "She's fucking leaving
you!" he yelled. 

I gritted my teeth. "So last night, that was just a load of bullshit was
it?" 

"Last night we agreed to swap partners. Today is another day. We love
each other, isn't that right, Sonia?" 

"It's right, Doug," she muttered, and proceeded to empty her wardrobe. 

Steve grinned. "You never realised what you had, Doug. Sonia's the fuck
of a lifetime." 

I turned to Jill, who was seemingly unmoved, flicking through the
channels with the remote control. 

"Well, what do you have to say about this?" 

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Life goes on." 

"That's it, life goes on? He's stealing my wife and walking out on you."


"We have each other lover. I'm happy with that." 

They finished packing and Sonia kissed me on the cheek. "Goodbye, Doug."


"You're not going anywhere," I said, seizing her suitcase. 

I never saw the punch, but I sure felt, it as I lay sprawled on the bed.
I now had a red nose to match the rest of my face. 

I heard the door slam and Sonia was gone. 

Jill wiped away the blood from my nose. She seemed unconcerned about the
events of the last fifteen minutes. I tried in vain to see what good 
could come out of Sonia's departure, but failed miserably. I looked at 
the blonde beauty, who was sat on my knee, and realised that Jill made 
a great consolation prize. 

We ate lunch on the balcony after another session of lovemaking. Jill
had opted for a bowl of fruit and was nibbling on a banana. "Doug 
darling; have you had a think over the Timeshare apartment?" 

"That's the last thing on my mind at the moment, Jill." 

"But you do love me don't you?" 

"Yes, I guess I do love you, Jill." 

She leaned over and kissed me. 

"Where do you live?" I quizzed. 

"Miami, or I did. We shared a flat together... I'm so excited; I've
never before been to England." 

"Oh, they'll love you back home, Jill." 

"And when we buy the Timeshare, we can return here every year." 

"Fuck the Timeshare. Sonia was keen on it but not me." 

Jill gave me a hard stare. "Really?" 

“Yes, really." 

Her face changed. Hatred replaced the look of love. "Well Limey, you can
kiss my arse." She began to pack. 

"What the fuck's going on here?" I asked. 

"I'm leaving that's what." 

I gripped her arm. 

She shrugged me aside. "Don't you fucking touch me. Did you really think
that I could fancy you? I deserve an Oscar for my performance in the 
sack... Aw, aw, yes, yes, yessss!" she laughed. 

"You cow. But why? It doesn't make sense." 

"Doesn't it? I'll leave you to work it out. Have a nice day now." 

She slammed the door on her way out. 

After that, I hit the bottle. I must have visited every bar in Honolulu.
My life had changed completely, and I even frequented Chinatown, which 
I had been warned against. It was there that I picked up the first of 
several prostitutes. It had left a large hole in my bank account. 

Two days before I was due to go home, and I was sitting on the end of my
bed. I realised that today was our wedding anniversary. I took a large 
swig of Jack Daniels from my half-empty bottle and walked out onto the 
balcony. 

Again, I didn't have a stitch on, but gave up caring. I put the bottle
down, gripped the balcony and looked down onto the road below. I was 
contemplating suicide. It had come to this. It had taken the events of 
the last fortnight for me to realise how much I loved Sonia. The 
thought of her and her American lover, screwing, was etched in my mind. 
I know now that I never loved Jill; she was just an obscure fantasy, 
trapped in the corridors of my warped mind. 

I placed one leg over the railing and heard the phone ringing. I
pondered for a moment and walked over to the phone. 

"Hello." 

"Doug, its me, Sonia." 

"Sonia!" 

She was crying as she continued. "Doug, I'm so sorry for everything. I
made such an awful mistake." 

"You did! Where are you, Sonia?" 

"At home in England." 

"England! Is that shitbag with you?" 

"Steve? No, he's history. Oh, Doug, how could I fall for it?" 

"Fall for what, Sonia?" 

"Steve talked me into buying the Timeshare apartment. I thought he loved
me, but no. He was only after my money." 

"I don't understand, Sonia. If you bought it, what's his motive? It
belongs to you." 

"I don't know. As soon as the week was up, he left me. It was too late
by then to get my money back." 

"Sonia, I love you." 

"After all I've done to you, Doug?" she sobbed. 

"We've both been foolish, Sonia. To think that we could still pull a
young couple at our age. What were we thinking?" 

She laughed. "Oh, I don't know. You're not such a bad fish after all." 

"Sonia, will you have me back?" 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Oh yes." 

"I'll see you on Sunday then. We'll laugh about this one day." 

"We sure will. I love you... Oh, and by the way. Happy anniversary." 

"Happy anniversary." 

I put the phone down and mused over the prostitutes I'd been with.
Should I tell her or not? Perhaps it's best to come clean. I poured the 
remaining Jack Daniel's down the sink. It was a start. Now there was 
one more matter to attend to. 

I marched past the startled receptionist, and took the steps three at a
time. She must have wondered who this demented stranger with the red 
Hawaiian shirt was. I loped swiftly down the corridor, the anger inside 
me raging. 

I opened the door to the projector room and Brad let out a "shhh." 

Two couples had their backs to me. The scam was in progress. 

I cleared my throat noisily and the two couples turned to face me. 

Steve faced me and smiled. "Why Doug, what a surprise. Can we talk
outside?" 

"Sure we can, Steve." 

"Hold on a moment. This is most inappropriate," said Brad, wiping his
spectacles. 

I pointed towards him. . "Brad, fuck you, and fuck your Timeshare." 

I turned to the young English couple. "Don't listen to these people.
They'll take your money and ruin you life... Now run along." 

"You're out of order, Faraday!" screamed Brad. 

"Am I? Am I really? You, I can understand. You own the company. But you
two; what do you get out of this?" 

"Ten per cent," butted in Jill. 

"Ten per fucking cent, and for that you almost ruined my marriage and
killed me. Ten per cent... You're nothing more than prostitutes." 

Steve smirked. "But it pays well; and Faraday, your wife really is a
good screw." 

I mustered every ounce of strength in my body and punched him so hard
that I thought I'd broken my hand. I swear I came in my pants, when he 
slid across the table and hit his head against the wall with a crashing 
thud. 

Jill posed, with her hands on her hips, grinning like a hyena on heat.
"So what are you going do to me then? Hit me?" 

My scruples had gone AWOL, as I connected with her chin and sent her on
the same journey as her lover. 

I then turned to Brad. "Now, you have two options. You can return my
wife's money, in which case, I'll leave you to fester in the sewers of 
your trade and you'll hear no more from me. Or option two. You can keep 
our money and I'll lobby up and down this hotel all day today and 
tomorrow, turning potential customers away. And next year, I'll do the 
same, until you return our money... Your choice, arsehole." 

"Is it Sonia with an I or a Y?" he asked, removing his chequebook from
his pocket. 

Before I left, I approached Jill, and she squirmed away, putting up her
hands to protect herself. "By the way, Jill, I was faking it too. 
You're just not my type... Have a nice day now." 


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