SCOTT

You have to be shitting me.

Someone please smack my ass out of this weird dream.

But the anxious rubbing of my hands confirms that this is no damn dream. This is one hundred percent reality.

This is real! This is so fucking real! And I do not want to wake up from it if it was a dream anyway.

I am standing in the same room with the same woman who has haunted my mind and senses since the fateful night she took me on the ride to pleasure island – one I have never been to.

For a ...