But what did it matter now? Perhaps this *was* the better island. “Hello?”
“Hello!” A playful voice called back. Perhaps this *was* the better island. James’ fiancée would know by now that he wasn’t on a business trip. He slid in slowly and the nymph winced once their bodies fully joined. The nymph giggled before mounting him. But what did it matter now? His attentions moved to her pearl. James had been wandering this godforsaken island for days searching for his acquaintances. “It’s changing again!”
A clueless virgin lay next to James and a wicked thought passed through his head. So the men might have memories while having missionary sex the rest of their lives. The nymph took his limp sex in her hand. To take a woman’s maidenhead excited him.
