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She finished up my back and gave me the lotion to do my front. I finished up and this time we lay down in the lounges, wanting to stay dry and get some sun. I don't know what the men were talking about now, but they seemed to be getting along well. Being so close to Tanner, we couldn't talk about my problems anymore, but I didn't want to. I wanted to forget about them. The fact my blackmailer could be watching me bothered me. There was no one nearby, and I hadn't seen anyone with binoculars, which would be crude around a pool with a lot of topless women.

"Honey." I looked up at Tanner, shading my eyes. "Stan and I are going to get more drinks. Do you want something?"

"A gin and tonic," I said.

Kathy told Stan, "I want the biggest umbrella fruit drink they sell."

"You got it, babe," Stan said. "We'll be right back."

"Try not to ogle too many of the new boob jobs, Stan. It's impolite to stare."

Stan laughed. "Fat chance."

Stan and Tanner left and my text tone went off again. I decided to ignore it. It went off again.

"Aren't you going to check to see if it's your blackmailer again?" Kathy asked

"I don't want to know. That's why I'm ignoring it."

"It might help you determine how close he's watching you. It's odd if he's texting you right after Tanner left for drinks."

"I suppose you're right." I got my phone out of the beach bag and looked at the texts. They were from Tiffany.

How's Sandals? Is St. Lucia's nice?

How's married life treating you? Did our instruction help you out?

"It's not him. It's my best friend, Tiffany; The Maid of Honor."

"She one of the girls you don't know if you can trust anymore?"

"Yes. There were nine of my closest friends at the party. Tiffany I knew from junior high. The rest of them since college. Every one of them I've known at least six years, except Tanner's sister. I've known her for a year. One of them had to be taking pictures. I thought at first it might have been someone with a telephoto lens through Tiffany's windows, but the angle was wrong from where I was sitting. The windows were directly in front of me and the picture was shot from the side."

"You didn't see anyone on a phone or camera?"

"No, Tiffany collected all of them as soon as we arrived," I said. "I never saw anyone with one."

"Hmm. Obviously, they didn't all get collected. Does Tiffany have a security system with cameras?"

"I know she has a security system. I don't know about cameras."

"She's texting you. Why don't you ask her?"

"Just blurt it out? If she's the one, she'll know why I'm asking. If she's not, she'll wonder why I'm asking."

"Do you have a security system in the place you're going to live with Tanner?"

"No."

"Have a conversation with her. Tell her you're thinking of getting a security system for your place and ask her about hers."

A good plan. I responded to her texts.

Sandals is marvelous. We're having a great time. Everything is beautiful, top of the line. Our bungalow is very romantic. Getting a lot of use. Married life has been a joy. Tanner has been very sweet and loving. My first time was cowgirl, so thanks for the advice. We've been through most of the other positions you showed me.

I waited to see if she would respond. Two minutes later, another text.

Didn't interrupt anything good, did I?

No, at pool with another couple around our age we met under funny circumstances. Will tell you later.

Good. Wouldn't want to bother you in the act. I figured mid-afternoon best chance of non coitus interuptus.

Ha ha. LMAO. A quick question?

What?

Tanner and I are thinking of security system for our apartment. Do you like yours?

You're wasting time talking about security systems? I'm disappointed. Mine's good. Efficient. Not too expensive.

The business of life still needs to be addressed. Can't have sex all the time. Tanner's good, but not that good. Do you have security cameras?

On scale of 1-10, how good is he? No cameras. Wouldn't trust security guys not to look when I'm having fun.

Tanner's an 11. Very satisfied woman here. ;)

An 11. I knew you snagged a good one. Does he U?

I didn't know what she was referring to and showed it to Kathy. "What does she mean here?"

Kathy looked at it and said, "She's asking if Tanner licks pussy. The capital U is supposed to represent a tongue." She handed the phone back.

"I thought a capital U represented 'You' in text shorthand."

"It's a matter of context. If the word 'You' is appropriate in the context of the conversation, it would be a 'you'. Here, you're talking about sex and it makes no sense to say 'Does he you.' By the way, in a sexual context, capital O is you suck cock."

I answered her text. Yes he does.

I'm so jealous. Tell me all about it when you get home.

Later.

I put the phone away. "No cameras, she says."

"So you still don't have a clue."

"Nope."

Stan and Tanner returned with our drinks. Stan handed Kathy a hollowed out pineapple with a straw and an umbrella. I got a tall, thin glass with my gin and tonic, condensation thick on the side.

"Hey, honey," Tanner said, "Stan has his Coast Guard motorboat certificate. He's offered to take us out in a boat in a couple days. Would you like to do that?"

"Sure. Sounds fun. I'm game." Anything to take me out of the reach of my blackmailer would be high on my list. "By the way, who was the other couple who was on the boat with you yesterday?"

"Some other people we met a few days ago. They're named the Ortega's and they're from Miami. They had to go back home today," Stanley said. "Yesterday was like our final good bye."

Stan and Tanner quit talking sports and we spent more time getting to know them. Stan was quite funny and he had some good stories about some of his patients, but thankfully, he didn't mention any names. I would have been mortified to know my doctors were talking about me like that. He kept their anonymity, so it could have been anyone or no one.

"What the most bizarre problem you ever had to deal with?" Tanner asked.

"Oh, that's an easy one. A guy came in with a light bulb stuck in his ass; a sixty watt incandescent. I think it got put in his rectum after he got fucked hard in the ass and his anus was still a little loose. But his anus closed up again and he couldn't pull it out without risking the glass breaking inside his rectum. They guy couldn't even risk sitting down without breaking it. He was either lying on his stomach or standing until we found a way to get it out."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Laughed my ass off is what I did. I got a proctologist from down the hall to come in and take a look. He came back with a speculum type device. He had to spread that poor asshole as wide as the light bulb before he could pull it out, wider actually, since the speculum had no give in it to not shatter the bulb. The poor guy was in agony, but the proc didn't think we had time to bring him to an OR and gas him. He could finally get a forceps in and grasp the metal base and pull it out. He told the guy not to do something so stupid again and gave him some pills for the pain and gave him an adult diaper to wear until his anus closed up again. Said it might be anywhere from a few hours to a day, depending on the elasticity."

"That is pretty bizarre," Tanner said.

"People put all kinds of things in their ass, bottles, gerbils..."

"Gerbils?" I asked, "those mice like animals?"

"Oh, yeah," Stan replied. "There's a rumor floating round that actor Richard Gere did the gerbil thing. I don't know if it's true, but if it was, it might explain why he and Cindy Crawford didn't stay married."

I thought of some furry creature in my bottom and shivered. Everyone noticed and laughed.

"I highly recommend you don't put anything in your ass bigger than a cock," Kathy said.

"Not you too?" I said. "What is it about anal sex? Why does anyone want to stick a cock in your butt?"

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," Kathy said.

"It's not high on the list of things I want to try," I said. "I think I'll pass."

"You don't know what you're missing," she insisted. "It's nice."

"I've never been shot or pepper maced either, so I don't know what I'm missing with them, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to be shot or maced. Seems like having something shoved up my ass can go in the same category of things I'll pass on."

Stan put a hand on Tanner's shoulder. "I'm so sorry to hear it, man." Everyone but me laughed.

Tanner put his hand on my leg and said, "She's willing to do most everything else, and do so eagerly. I have no complaints. She's just started having sex. Maybe some day she changes her mind."

"Don't hold your breath, Tanner," I said. "I don't want you dying of asphyxiation."

Everyone laughed that time.

"It's getting close to 4:30," Tanner said. "Does everyone have their resort casual wear, or do you need to get sandals or tops?"

"We were actually planning on going to the Bombay Club," Kathy said. "It has the same dress code as Barefoot. Come on, Brooke, let's rinse the suntan lotion off."

"Since Stan and Kathy gave up their plans for the Bombay Club tonight," I said to Tanner, "we should go with them to Bombay another evening, unless you don't like Indian food."

"I like Indian okay," Tanner replied. "Sounds like a date."