Murder in the Hot Cocoon Hotel, part 2

Part 2 (read part 1 – here) Mr. BuriedInHerMouth hadn’t written his wife that morning. He made a mental note to send SMS when he got back to his room. There was no use crying over spilled milk – the sun shone through the tropical waters, the fish and plant life were unspeakably beautiful, and hey, look at that finely-sculpted bottom of freshly-build Ms. Winnie… Later on (between ‘Sliding Panties’ and ‘Die...