Anais was burnt out. Too many hours and weeks and months of relentless work. She needed a break. Her lover Louis had the answer—a vacation week in Paradise.

So tired was Anais she slept almost the entire plane ride. She leaned gratefully on Louis’ broad shoulder as he checked them into the resort hotel, and held his waist appreciatively as he motor-scootered them miles along the coast road. He carried her up the rocky trail and down the other side to the secluded lagoon.

“It’s so beautiful,” Anais said.

“You’re so beautiful,” Louis said, and there and then he undressed her.

“What are you doing?” Anais asked.

“Don’t worry. It’s completely private. No one here but us and a few seagulls.”

Louis, naked now himself, carried Anais out into the lagoon.