I was on my stomach as the sun cooked the flesh of the backside on my body. Kira sat up next to me as she talked to the gaggle of young girls, waving a waitress over, “We’ll have two more of whatever these things were.” I watched as she pointed to the oversized glasses that were now sitting empty on the table between us. I pretended to sleep. “I am teaching you imporant stuff,” I heard her tell one of the girls while she dug into her purse and took out a wad of cash. “For every guy,” she stopped, turning to the waitress and yelled mid-sentence, “You better make those doubles.” And whipped her head back around to finish the tangent she’d been making. “So, for every guy you go and talk to for us,” she pointed to me, “I will give you money.” Kira took the wad og money and tried to jam it into the top of her bikini. It caused the top of the tube top to roll down exposing the money and part of her aerola. I rolled over to sear the other side of my flesh and was blinded by the sun. I sat up and rummaged through my purse for sunglasses. Kira got up. The little girls followed her into the pool. The waitress came by and dropped off our drinks. I tipped her and watched as Kira sent these girls off to talk to guys in their 20s and 30s. Eventually, I dozed off. Sometime later, as my skin burnt like the fires in the 7th cirle of Hell someone tapped me on the shoulder, waking me up. One of Kira’s little girl handed me something wet and said, “The money is wet. It’s gone bad.” I sat up slowly and called to the waitress. I was going to need another drink.