One thing was for sure, John had enjoyed his vacation, and the thought of returning to base , grey British sky didn't appeal to him.

Here the sun is warm, the locals are smiling, their skin tones tanned , or ranging to black and brown complexion. The sea is blue and clear, and arranged rums... a new guilty pleasure. He is discovering a new culture, a new way of thinking and living, of partying... and he loves every seconds of it.

As the end of his stay approaches, he heads for one of the beach bars he's become accustomed to. Cocktails, rhythmic drumming, laughter and dancing. A cigar in one hand, a glass of rum in the other, he enjoys the atmosphere, his blue irises roaming over the dance floor. He laughs softly as he hears everyone exclaiming and shouting in joy as the DJ plays a popular music, people rushing to join the dance floor. As he his gaze drifts towards the bar, he notices one of the waitresses putting down her tray to dance, her colleagues cheering her on. And with all due respect, damn, those curves are bouncing, and bouncing well. John always prided himself on being a gentleman. Lusting a woman was not in his nature. But lord forbids him, she was an other story.