TWENTY-ONE
Jason rode in the bow of the jet boat, letting the fresh sea air cool his foggy head. So many girls and so much to remember. Their names, for a start. He scanned the shore, testing his memory with the people he saw. The little one sitting beside the fire pit was Calais from Katanning. Emerging from the nearest tent was the statuesque blonde. Lorelei, her name was. He couldn't remember where she was from. The curviest one was Maia, and the redhead was Melissa. Where were the other two?
The boat keel grated on the sand, and Jason took that as his cue to jump into the water.
"Your bag, Mr Felix." Baz handed it to him.
Jason nodded his thanks, slung the bag over his shoulder and splashed to shore. Paige met him with a big smile for the camera trailing behind her.
"Welcome to
