Skyla Parker learned early on to put herself forward. I, on the other hand, learned that many things awaited me.
- How do you feel? - I ask. I roll over on my stomach to get a better look at her, and I notice a small smile on her face as she stares at me - How does it feel to be free?
- To be free or to escape captivity? - she smiles mischievously. By the way, when isn't she smiling mischievously?
Genevieve walks through the glass doors, interrupting the conversation, with a tray, which must contain our lunch. She places it on the table, then leaves with a formal gesture.
"I was starving," Skyla comments.
- I'm going to put on a waterproof suit - I inform. I get up from the lounger and tie the towel tighter to my body so I don't risk hearing a sermon on good behavior la
