The girls talked it out.

"Jenna!" Sally cried out as she followed her lover outside to the patio.

"I'm fucked," the redhead sniffed, leaning over the railing to look at the beach below. "Literally!"

"Babe," the blonde whispered as she leaned against her.

"I accepted the idea of Frank fucking me," Jenna said, "but this island is full of horny, old men who aren't as nice as him."

"I know..."

Jenna turned to face Sally. "I appreciate you trying to protect me from getting fucked by men," she smiled and touched Sally's cheek. "I really do."

"You're welcome," Sally smiled back and touched her lover's hand.

"But you can't do that 24/7 for three months," Jenna sighed.

"I'll try, babe," Sally replied.

"No," Jenna shook her head. "I got us into this mess and it's about time I accept my responsibility for it."

"So you're okay of getting fucked by men?" Sally wondered.

"No, but..." Jenna paused for a moment before continuing, "...but we need the money..."

"No, we don't," Sally protested. "We can quit!"

"And how do we get the money to fly back home?" Jenna cried. "Remember our contract says that if quit before our three month contract is over we lose all the money we earn, even the tips!"

"Oh, babe," Sally sighed and hugged her lover.

Jenna stifled her tear and kissed Sally. "I love you, sweetie..."

Despite the sullen mood Sally felt a ping of positivity when she heard Jenna say those three words to her.