Jean couldnt help but smile as he glanced up at her as she leaned her white haired head on his shoulder.  Such a close, intimate moment.  He had to languish in it as he chose the words with which to answer her with.  "<em>There is a tiny... beautiful... uninhabited island.  Its perfect.  Tourists, only top payers, of course, love taking pictures there.  Beautiful orchids... a waterfall... a colorful lagoon thats like a giant swimming pool.  Its lovely.</em>"  It was a place that seemed more like a dream... and it was so close to the mainland of France, like a tiny hidden elfen kingdom.<br/><br/>Tamping out his joint and setting his glass into its holder, he allowed his hand to descend her body to her buttocks as he pulled her even closer.  Trying to get her to settle onto his lap.  He had a lot of plans... and having her closer to him was step one on this process.  They had pleased each other with thier mouths so many times, it had been so wonderful these last few weeks.  But Jean wanted more.  Calista was a work of art herself... small framed and delicate... a marvel.  It seemed a waste not to 'know her' in every way he could while he had such a privaledge.<br/><br/>Reaching over and setting the autonav and the motors to keep the course he had set.  It would take him to the unnamed island in an hour or so.  It was fool proof.  The red dots used GPS to course correct every couple of seconds.  Tapping it, he glanced back up at his lovely compainion happy to see her as unrestrained as she felt as of late.  "<em>I have a few friends... charter boatsman... they let me know about the best places.  I think you will like it.</em>"  It was hard to restrain his excitement.  He wanted to spend time with Calista anchored off of an uninhabited island.  They could swim... make love under the warm sun... drink champaign and eat cheeses off each others bodies, if they needed a diversion.  Jean was always an enthusiastic and creative lover.