He had woken up bright and fresh as the sun rose this morning. He could already feel the relaxation of retirement, the break from looking at paperwork and patterns, and dealing with clients. Now he had his girl by his side, and he could just breathe. The heat was already rising despite it being mid-morning. He could hear the ocean waves wash against the shore, the sounds of men chatting making him sit up in his chair. They had just gotten to the island yesterday, and he knew that she wouldn't be up yet. She was probably still in between those silk sheets, exhausted after the somewhat hard fucking. He couldn't help himself, knowing that each thrust had her crying out his name for the whole damn island to hear. He grins when one of the guys comes over. The man firmly pats him on the back. "Oh, Ray, you old dog," Greg chortles. "Couldn't keep it down last night, huh? Well, not that I would want to either." Ray leans back, feeling a vengeful sort of amusement. Greg had let himself go, let himself get lazy. And Ray could hear the jealousy in his voice. It was delightful, almost as good as getting that hefty dividend check.