Me and my husband get stranded after a party on island, we have been drinking, dancing and we had a great time, but we lost track of time and were to late for the buss driving back to the resort. I was really miffed and kept bitching at my husband, the walk in high heels would hurt.
I realise I did that a lot lately, bitching and nagging and knew he was tired of my shit.
Suddenly 3 men our age popped up, they are asking if we are lost, all with wolfish grins.
I’m apprehensive and stepped closer to my husband. We are out numbered and it could easily turn out to be a bad situation, especially for me. But he seems to trust them, so when they invites us back to their cabin to wait while they call us a cab, he drags me along.