Dear Reader,
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As the boat bumped the jetty, Ginger stepped off, not looking back she walked purposefully down the jetty.
Never in her life had she felt so confused, nothing seemed to make sense. She hated him, that much she knew, he was not particular attractive when she thought about it objectively. Everything he stood for was an anathema to her. Vanity, beauty, none of it mattered. Plus, the way he'd fucked her, no one had ever done that to her. She guessed he was probably good because of the number of slutty models he'd fucked, she stumbled, was she a slut too? Stomping down hard on that she marched back to her room, angrily she threw open the door.
"Oh god, fuck me you big cocked bastard," Lyn wailed as Finn took her from behind.
Ginger slammed the door shut, both of them looking at her, Finn smiled as Lyn continued to buck her hips back at him.
"I'll be on the balcony," she said ignoring them as she stepped out onto the balcony. Closing the door Ginger sat down still seething as she drank the bottle of water she'd taken from Archers boat.
Eventually Lyn stepped onto the balcony wrapped in a towel.
"I like your dress," she said sitting down.
"Thanks, Hon, I'm glad to see you again."
Lyn blushed, "we haven't left his room since last night, I only came back here to get some stuff."
"You bad bitch," Ginger laughed reaching out to take Lyn's hand.
"You're not mad, are you? Nick came back all pissed off, we haven't seen him since."
"No, of course not, how can I be mad at you, not your fault Nick was a total shit bag," Ginger laughed.
"That bad huh?" Lyn asked.
"I don't even want to talk about it," Ginger said.
Lyn took a deep breath, "So, Finn has asked if me to go on a proper date tonight, is that cool with you?"
"Yeah, of course, I'll be fine, I think I need some quiet time anyway," Ginger said stroking Lyn's hand.
"Thanks babe, you're awesome," she said leaning over to kiss Ginger, "so what did you do today?"
Ginger sighed and sat forward in her chair, "today has been so fuckin' weird, I met that Archer guy, and went with him on his boat to look at some locations."
"Really? What's he like?"
"He's a total asshole, I hate him, the islands are terrible defensive positions," Ginger snorted.
"Did you fuck him?" Lyn asked slyly.
"Yeah," Ginger whispered.
"If you hate him why did you?" she asked.
Ginger threw her arms up in the air and sat back angrily, "I have no fucking idea, he's a total bastard."
Lyn shrugged, "Ok, so you're cool though?"
"Yeah I'm fine," she said.
"Great, we're going to go, see you later babe," Lyn said kissing Ginger and disappearing back inside.
Ginger waited till she heard the door open and close then went down to reception.
"Can I get a massage and the sheets changed in my room please?" she asked the receptionist.
"Of course, miss," she replied.
Ginger waited face down on the table she was still unable to work out why she couldn't get Archer out of her mind, every time she tried; he popped back up, smug, arrogant, and sanctimonious. She heard the door open.
"Ah, back again," Carlos said.
"Hi, yeah, I think I melted last time," Ginger laughed.
"Glad to hear it," he said lifting the towel off her back and beginning his work.
Ginger groaned deeply as he worked on her.
"Wow you've got a lot of tension here," he said working Gingers muscles hard.
Carlos worked all the knots and tension from her body with his strong hands, reluctantly Ginger peeled herself off the table.
"You know, your so good at this, you should probably do it for a living," she joked shrugging on the big fluffy white robe.
"What and give up my garbage collection job? No way," he laughed back.
"Yeah, good call," she laughed waving as she headed for the sauna.
She sat sweating in the sauna, her mind at peace as the massage and the steam relaxed her. Idly she thought of her mum and sister still on Red River four, did they ever think of her? She wondered if she should contact them somehow, just to let them know she was alive. Angrily she wiped a tear from her eye. Shaking her head, she walked back to her room.
Room service supplied her with sandwiches as she sat on the balcony watching the sun going down. Content in her isolation she sat for hours before sending a simple email telling her mum she was alive and was in the Marines.
Closing the blinds Ginger settled into the clean white sheets closing her eyes she gently drifted off to sleep.
Waking early again Ginger, stretched in the luxurious bed, a far cry from the rack she had been sleeping in for months. Leaving the tousled bed, she changed into her running kit and left the room, her London Jets hat firmly in her head as she pounded out the miles returning to the spa.
Grabbing a cup of coffee, she snaked her way to Archers table and sat down facing the shore, sipping her coffee she waited confused about why she was even there again.
"Again?" Archer said sitting down.
Ginger snorted, concentrating on the sea.
"I've got some people coming today, I've got a shoot, out on the islands" he said eating the pastries.
"Does it bother you that I could be your sister, or half sister whatever," Ginger snapped.
Archer sat silently for a few minutes chewing as he watched Ginger closely.
"Is that why you hate me so much? Because I got taken off Red River?" he asked.
"Fuck you, I hate you because of you, I'm not jealous of you. Answer the question."
Archer shrugged taking another sip of his coffee, "It hadn't occurred to me, I guess we could have a DNA test or something."
"What, you think I'm going to let you fuck me again?" Ginger snorted.
"You really are fucking crazy," Archer said standing and walking away.
Finishing her coffee Ginger stalked away, furious Archer had spoilt her day again, she wondered if there was a brothel close by, so she could forget him. Angrily she showered scrubbing her skin clean.
Wound up tight she ground her teeth as she applied her make up and styled the brunette wig. Slipping the sundress on over her bikini she tied on the wedges and strode down the Marina.
Finding 'The lens never lies' deserted she climbed aboard and sat on the seat at the back trying to relax as the boat bobbed rhythmically, she stewed on the situation wondering if she should get off the boat. Archer set every nerve on edge, his presence tied her stomach in knots, how did he manage it, and why couldn't she walk away from him.
Before she could leave she heard him walking along the jetty, she could hear others with him and decided she wasn't going to move.
Archer glanced at her but said nothing as he helped four girls onto the boat, they sat on the seats near Ginger all of them looking at her, none of them saying anything to her. He fussed around the boat casting off and heading out of the harbour.
