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Recapitulation

Cheryl was withdrawn the following morning at brunch in the dining room. She’d barely spoken to Drew as they had showered, dressed, and prepared for the day. “What’s on today’s agenda?” Drew asked, trying to lighten the mood. Cheryl glared at him across the table. “You want to just tour around the island?” he suggested. “Or, maybe you’d prefer to spend it by the pool? This is our last day, you know.” Either she hadn’t made up her mind or was merely intent on making him feel uncomfortable. “Cheryl, honey,” he asked in a low, pleading voice. “If you won’t talk to me I can’t fix whatever it is that has you so angry.” “I’m not angry,” she snipped. “Really,” he chuckled. “You haven’t said a word since we got back to the room last night. We didn’t make love this morning, and you’ve got a huge wall set up between us. If it isn’t anger, what is it?” “You used me. I don’t like being used.” “So you are angry,” he stated. “Alright,” she said, slamming her fork onto the table. “I’m pissed.” “Can we talk about it?” “In the room,” she snapped at him. When he opened the door to their room she twisted on a heel, and glared at him. “I thought I loved you. I thought you loved me. But, you’re a real asshole. You manipulated me to get what you wanted and that just pissed me off,” she steamed. “What the hell are you talking about?” He placed the key on the desktop and moved toward the bedside table where the telephone sat. He picked it up. “Don’t you dare call them!” she nearly shouted. “I’m ...

... calling room service for coffee and Kahlua,” he protested, surprised. “Don’t call who? Micah and Melissa? Is that who you thought I was calling?” “Of course that’s who I thought you were calling.” “Hi,” Drew said into the phone. “This is room 127. Could I get two coffee and Kahluas, please?” He paused for a minute. “Thank you.” He hung up the phone and turned to Cheryl. “Alright,” he said to her. “Let’s deal with this. What exactly are you talking about?” “You wanted to fuck Melissa. You used me so you could do it.” Drew shook his head. “I didn’t, Cheryl. I didn’t use you.” “You had me suck him and fuck him so that you could fuck her.” “Do you really believe that?” “It happened, didn’t it? That and everything else.” Drew stepped to one of the chairs by the round table near the window. He sat, drummed his fingers for a few moments, and looked into her flashing eyes. “I love you, Cheryl,” he said calmly. “That’s bullshit,” she nearly screamed. “You used me.” He shook his head slowly. “All I did was give you options,” he said. “You didn’t have to do anything last night.” “You encouraged me to suck him!” she spat out. “All I indicated is that if you wanted to, it was okay.” “So you could eat her little pussy and have her suck you!” “It was a complete surprise to me.” “You could have resisted.” “I did, several times. If I remember, I even looked at you to see what you wanted. You didn’t even shake your head, much less tell me not to do it.” “What was I supposed to do? I already was ...