My Private Island-Part 2
A surprising follow-up to Kyra's lakeside exploit
Twelve hours after my morning ‘demonstration’, I was standing in a busy restaurant foyer, crowded with a mix of locals and out-of-towners on vacation. The scents of aloe and sunscreen hung in the air of the waiting area. While waiting with my family, my eyes skimmed over the throng of patrons, taking in some unfortunate tan lines and various shades of sunburned flesh. A voice saying, “Your table is ready,” made my head tu...