Emily had a feeling it was going to be a good vacation when she met the pilot, whose name was Darla. Darla was a wrinkled middle-aged lady, not exactly Byron’s type. And as with all his employees, he was respectful and kind with her, but never improper. Emily felt slightly bad about rejoicing that a woman wasn’t very attractive, but she had grown possessive of her man.

After a few hours’ flight over the Pacific, they landed on the island. It really did seem like a special ...