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Twenty Three The exertion of her encounter with JD, coupled with the outrageous fruit wine and the smooth ‘motion of the ocean’ as the boat slipped through the night had combined to give her one of the deepest, most relaxing sleeps she had ever enjoyed. JD’s breakfast was excellent. She wasn’t sure what he had put into his scrambled eggs, but they were delicious. Sitting at the table munching on them, she had an evil thought that maybe he had put some of his ‘special sauce’ into them....