Candace didn’t know what to expect, but when she stepped into her stateroom she knew this wasn’t it. The wall above the bed depicted a peaceful scene of a seaside villa at sunset and the rest of the room resembled a Greek boudoir. Pillows in shades of cream and white, trimmed with gold Hellenic borders, covered the king-sized bed. A matching comforter added a luxurious touch. For a moment Candace forgot all her qualms and flopped on her back onto the billowing soft bed and looked straight up. “Oh. My. God.” A wide-eyed reflection of herself stared back at her from the mirrored ceiling.

She rose to a sitting position, grateful for the comfortable mattress. If she could get past seeing herself in bed she would sleep well. Candace stared at the welcome basket on the built-in vanity. The elaborate arrangement, more than anything else, brought home the enormity of the mistake she’d made by letting her friends talk her into this cruise. She didn’t like to think of herself as a prude, but the array of sex toys and suggestive items in the basket told her how naïve she was. She poked through the basket, afraid to touch the contents. A few, like the rubber penis, were self-explanatory, but Candace blushed as she read the instructions on the boxes. Clearly there was a lot more to sex than she’d ever dreamed of. Among the toys, creams and oils were several books. Like most college co- eds she’d explored the Kama Sutra. The one in the basket was a modern version, complete with full color photos that had more than her skin heating. Maybe it wasn’t too late to go ashore. She ran to the outside door and stepped onto the glass-enclosed balcony. Miami was nothing more than a speck on the horizon. The Lothario had sailed, and her ship was sunk. Somehow she would have to figure out a way to make the most of the situation. .