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up and down on their queen-sized beds asFrancois and I drifted to the master suite. It was an explosion ofblue and white magnificence. It had a king-size bed, which waslovely, but wasted on us. We slept sandwiched together as if inanother life we’d been forced to sleep on a single bed.

“Do you like it?” Francoisasked, his expression anxious.

“Like it? Baby, it’sincredible. How are we supposed to return to reality afterthis?”

He grinned. “Well, we have it for twowhole nights. I can’t wait to fuck you in the bed,Mingo.”

“Do we have towait?”

His eyes turned dark. “Funny how ourthoughts run along the same lines.”

He locked our bedroom door and ran tome, pushing me onto the bed. He undid my pants with deft flicks ofhis fingers. He moved them down my legs. I arched my ass so that Icould help him. My boxer briefs grazed his chin and his mouth wentstraight to my hardened cock. He sucked the head through thefabric. I fell back as he claimed me, pushing my underpants down.For a guy who’d once enjoyed the sexual company of women, he sureknew his way around a man’s cock. He licked my shaft up and down,sucking the head into his mouth with enough force that I almostcame.

Oh, he was good. I never felt teethwith Francois, but his mouth could bring me the kind of bliss I’donly really heard about until I met him. His hands moved under myass, squeezing my cheeks. I was a babbling wreck. He sucked on me,his fingers holding me close. He released me, allowing my cock tobob against his lips.

“You’d better come hard forme, Mingo, or else.”

He swallowed me up again and I floodedhis throat.

I came hard, so hard I could see spotsdancing in front of my eyes, but for my exacting man, it was notgood enough.

“Not bad, Mingo, but we bothknow you can do much, much better than that.”

Mom was in the kitchen when we rousedourselves from our fabulous bed.

“It’s got quite the welcomepackage,” she said, pointing to four lobsters she’d just pulledfrom the fridge. “There’s a note that says they were poached thismorning. There’s butter sauce in the fridge and salad makings.There’s eggs and bread for breakfast tomorrow. Francois, this musthave cost you a fortune.”

She threw herself in his arms and hehugged her.

Ferric shouted at us from thepool.

“Dads! You gotta come trythis!”

We went back to our room, threw on ourswim shorts and jumped into the pool with him. I felt the weight ofthe past twenty-four hours falling away from me. It was luxuriousand yet familiar. The call of the ocean had always been strong forme.

Ferric and Francois fired up thebarbecue and grilled the lobsters, which we ate with our fingers.Mom found some bottles of sparkling apple juice and we toasted eachother on our brilliance for coming here.

In the afternoon, we walked down to thebeach, Ferric looking relaxed and happy. He ran ahead of us, ranback again. He was like a little kid. The stress had left him,too.

Our time at the villa was perfect. Wetoasted marshmallows in the fire pit on the back lanai that night.Mom had never seemed happier. I hoped she’d given up all thoughtsof Lars, but she was a romantic. I ought to know. I inherited thattrait from her. I fell asleep with Francois’ arms around me, a softthrow tucked around us, marshmallows dancing in my dreams. It surebeat dreaming about a gun in my face.

The next day, Francois drove us allinto the Dutch side of the island, which was spelled St. Maarten.Mom and I loved the stores, poring over Dutch cooking dishes andutensils, spices and rubs.

“You two have enough stuffback home to rival the best professional chefs,” Francois said, buthe let us have our fun.

At Orient Beach, Mom and I fell in lovewith a store called Local Rums & Spices. The owner was anamazing woman who fed a giant colony of local sugarbirds as well asstray cats and dogs who lounged around her store. Almost all hermoney went to their upkeep and the animals were healthy andfriendly. Ferric petted them all.

“Look,” Mom said, holding upa bottle of rum called boisbandé.

“It’s supposed to keep yourbois healthy and strong. The way you and Francois have sex, youshould get some.”

Ferric fellabout, laughing.

“I should buy some for Lars,too,” she said. “I want a guy whose bois are strong.”

Francois caught my gaze and we burstout laughing.

“What?” Mom asked,indignantly. “The last one was a little shaky in thatdepartment, if youget my drift.”

“Really?” This was news tome. “What did you see in him then?”

“I thought he wasHawaiian royalty,remember? He said he would make me his queen.”

Oh, brother.

“Every woman wants a tiara,”Mom said. Man, she was still crushed.

Down the street, Ferric tried on someDutch fisherman’s caps and I bought him one. We crossed to acrowded shopping pier and somebody mentioned a street stall sellingWii games. Ferric was all about Wii. Especially the Mickey Mousegame which wasn’t due to be released until December. It was thehottest electronic game craved by every teen in the freeworld.

“I’ll be the first one tohave it in all of Hawaii,” Ferric said. “Please, Dad, I’ll buy it with my pocketmoney. I have to have it.”

“Ferric, I’m a forensicaccountant. I fight crime. I don’t…participate in it. If it’s beingsold there, then it’s counterfeit. I can’t…condone…”

Man, the pools of sadness inhis eyes made me want to boo-hoo like amotherfucker, as Francois was fond ofsaying. Ferric never made a big deal of stuff. He must have really wanted thisgame. I guessed my reputation as a pretty soft touch had precededme.

“All right, all right,” Isaid.

“What’s going on?” Francoisasked. He had been trailing us, talking on his cell phoneagain.

I pointed down the end of thepier.

“We’re going to walk down tothe games stall and pick up a Wii thing for Ferric.”

“A wee thing?” Hegrinned. “W-e-e?”

“No,” Ferric said. “W-i-i.”

Francois shook his head. “Don’t belong. I’ll wait here for you. Let’s grab some food and go home.”His glance in my direction made my cock leap in my boardshorts.

Ferric and I strolled down toward thestall as he raved about the Mickey Mouse game.

“It features all