

PARADISE. Part 7.3 (Narration from a male name) Sarah and I headed to the bar and after ordering a couple of tequila shots, we began to scan the space. I felt like the lion from one of those nature documentaries looking for a gazelle to pounce on. There were many hot chicks of all shapes and colors. I knew that Sarah was looking at them as well as men, and there were really impressive specimens. I was no longer disgusted by watching literally swinging dicks. In fact, after meeting Jessie at the beach, it was even a little startling. Over the next hour, Sarah and I drank, danced, sometimes with each other and sometimes with other patrons, and connected to the people around us. The evening was like any other until the music suddenly stopped and we heard a siren blaring. I thought for a moment that it might be some kind of fire alarm or storm warning, but when everyone in the bar started to applaud wildly, I knew that something else was about to happen. The DJ took the microphone. To be continued...