No thank you. I don't let strangers touch me.

I declined his offer. After all, as a married woman, I couldn't let another man touch my body. After about 10 minutes in the sun, I started to feel thirsty. I managed to tie my bikini back up, though it was easy.

I made my way to the bar, taking my bag with me to pay for any drink I would think they would make for me. Buy why wouldn't they make and serve Pina Colada's right? So I order one at first, surprised at how fast I finished the first one as well as the taste. The second one I took my time with. Since I'm a very light drinker, I try not to overdo it.

I find it relaxing for my skin, sitting at the bar in the shade as the light cool breeze brushes against my skin and through my long blonde hair. I decide to pay and leave a nice tip since they made my drink so well. I pull out my card but a sudden gust blew it out of my hand before the bartender could take it. I set my half finished drink down before I go after it.

The wind carries it quite far, a few feet, forcing me to chase it for a bit. I finally catch it under my foot. I felt triumphant. I head back to the bar, properly handing it over to the bartender and leave a generous tip. I pick up my half finished Pina Colada and down it. It tasted somewhat bitter than normal but I suppose it was the extra **** I asked for, to get more out of my buck.

I decided it was to get back to the spot I tanned at and wait for Tom. No more than six step did I start to feel dizzy. I was losing my balance, but then I felt my body getting caught before I hit the ground. A man had caught me but he wasn't speaking English at all, instead Spanish.

As everything around me spun, it became harder for me to stay conscious. I remember blacking out. It seemed like seconds passed in silent darkness before I opened my eyes and found myself lying down one something soft. I assumed it was a bed.