I got Jess the eight ball. She went to work preparing it as she told me about her third sugar daddy.

"With the oil and gas guy being so vanilla," she began, "I needed something more exciting. I went back to the site. I wanted to find someone who seemed, I don't know, almost dangerous. That's when I found Peter."

She stopped her narrative for a moment to snort two healthy lines of cocaine. I followed suit.

"That is not bad for being captive on an island," I said. "So often they cut it to shit."

Jess kissed me, and there was emotion behind it. "I want you inside me...