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Pam’s comment.
    A Bahamian in a white linen pantsuit met the car and greeted them when he opened the door. “Ms. Winters and Ms. Reynolds, welcome.”
    Impressive . No doubt since Silverman had bought and paid for all the tickets, he kept a running itinerary of when everyone was scheduled to arrive.
    Clasping one hand at a time, the man assisted them out of the vehicle then continued, his words heavy with accent, “If you two will come with me, I will show you where you can freshen up and place your things.”
    When they got into the house, Delilah struggled not to allow her mouth to hang open as she stared at the beauty of the vacation home.
    Pamela had no such qualms about letting her thoughts of the place known. “Oh, my word, Lila, this place has to cost a mint.” Glancing around at the luxury of the room they were escorted to, her friend’s eyes lit with pleasure. “I do believe I could possibly orgasm standing right here in the middle of this room.”
    Delilah was just as impressed with the satin sheets, fur rugs, long tapered candles, nightstands decorated with erotic oils and lotions. Sheer curtains fluttering in a breeze before large bay windows brought in the sweet Caribbean ocean scent.
    Smiling, Delilah turned toward the man standing patiently at the door. “Thank you…” She did not know what to call the man.
    “Michael,” he supplied.
    “Thank you, Michael.” She set her overnight bag beside the bed.
    “You’re most welcome. Ms. Winters, your room is next door to the right.” He pointed toward the dresser. “The map for the house is there. Mr. Silverman and the other guests are downstairs in the garden room. I wish you an indulgent and capricious evening.” Michael bowed and left.
    Catching the sight of a small crystal dish filled with an array of condoms, like potpourri, confirmed Delilah’s impression of the expectation of the attendees of a Silverman party. Once again, butterflies danced in her stomach. For the first time, she considered the possibility that maybe she’d bitten off a bit too much.
    Can I go through with this?
    “You ready, Lila? Or you plan to stand in this room all night?” Pam interrupted. “Not that it would be a bad idea with company.” Pam buried her hand inside the bowl of condoms and let them fall from her hands like raindrops.
    Rolling her eyes, Delilah grabbed Pam’s arm. “Let’s go.”
    ~YH~
    Ten minutes later in the garden room, Delilah asked, whispering out the side of her mouth, “Pam, is that Jack Dennison, the Willington Suites hotel chain owner?”
    Speaking in the same manner, Pamela added, “With Glenda Limpkins, the restaurant critic?”
    She and Pam grabbed a cylinder glass from one of the staff carrying a tray, the drink an array of orange, red and yellow--fruity and rum filled.
    Delilah eyed the odd couple. Glenda stood five eleven while Jack only five three. The pair were together in a public embrace of commitment as they spoke, resembling Olive Ole and Popeye.
    “What do you think she sees in him?” Delilah asked.
    Thirty or so people mingled around the room as Delilah and Pamela smiled and observed others they recognized while making a steady progress toward Silverman.
    “He may be short, but I heard he’s hung like a horse .” Pamela emphasized the words most assuredly responsible for the food critic’s interest.
    “It doesn’t make any difference if every time he gets hard his dick hits the floor and causes his legs to pop up.”
    Pamela’s unexpected loud guffaw caught Delilah off guard and drew attention to them just as they arrived at Daniel Silverman’s side.
    Without missing a beat, her friend turned her noisy slip into a greeting for Silverman. “Daniel, sweetheart, this place is scream-able.” Arms open wide, Pamela consumed him in an embrace.
    Around Pamela, there was never a dull moment and that was exactly what Delilah needed this weekend. Pamela’s brilliance.
    Already smiling, Daniel’s eyes radiated an