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you be doing?"
    "Actually, I'm a bill—" he halted. "My father's from Argentina. They play lots of polo there."
     
     Even though he had stopped himself I had picked it up. Actually he was a billionaire. He probably thought it was too vulgar pointing it out. I agreed.
     
    "And how old are you?" I asked him.
    "Thirty-seven."
    "I see." 
    "What, would that be too old? Should I rather say thirty-three? Would they believe it?"
    Honestly, who cared how old he was when he was so beautiful? Nobody would ever doubt I was absolutely crazy about him.
    "No, no, that's fine."
    "We met in Cambridge? Last summer?"
    "Yes, in a pub. The Silver Bell. I went to England to meet up with my college pals."
    "I have to say, you were quite profound in your invention. — And I visited you whenever I could get away? Unfortunately, my father never was a diplomat."
    "We'll say I made it up to cover for whatever you really do. Fortunately you're un-google-able."
    "You googled me? And I really don't need to call my lawyers? — Never mind, I'm joking.  Actually, I'm paying some people quite a lot of money to keep my name off the internet."
    "I see. Did you go to university? I told my parents Harvard."
    "Harvard, yes. Correct. I must seem rather predictable."
    "I couldn't possibly say."
    Silence. 
     
    He coughed politely. "Let's move on. When I visit you here, what would we be doing all day? Apart from you fellating me?" 
    He did not smile, he did not laugh. The bastard simply sat there, waiting for my reaction!
    The mental image of me doing exactly that swam in front of my eyes and for a nanosecond they flew down into his lap.
    My breathing was coming harder. "I guess we'd go out? Have dinner? Hire a sailing boat? Meet my friends?"
    "Sounds likely."
     
    Right, candid camera would have shown up by now. I needed to come to terms with reality. This was no joke. 
    Even more, I needed to get my thoughts away from his groin!
     
    "Now, Ryan," I ventured, armouring myself in sarcasm, "why are you stuck here until monday? Is Jonathan in hospital? Has your private jet crashed? Do you have to lay a jewelled egg?"
    "No. We're not related to those Fabergés, sadly. But my grandmother owned an egg."
    Yes, he was very wealthy, I had got the message. 
    "What happened?"
    "I actually came here to pick up Myrtle, but then Jonathan broke a leg yesterday and couldn't come, now I have to wait for Angelo, but he won't be here until sunday night."
    "Who are Myrtle, Jonathan and Angelo? They sound like three cross-eyed seagulls from a Disney movie."
    For the first time since our little lift escapade, he smiled the sky splitting smile again. It hit me with a million volt. Bam!
    "Not far off the mark. Myrtle's my boat and Jonathan's my skipper. He broke a leg in Antigua and Angelo's his replacement. The rest of my crew are staying at the City Inn."
    "It can't be Hanseatischer Hof for everyone, eh?"
    "Exactly. Well, I partly own some the City Inn chain, they always have to sleep in one of those."
    "Is that what you do? Hotels?"
    "No, not really."
    "Then what do you do?"
    "I own things. I'm a silent partner."
    "I find you quite talkative."
    His face turned serious again. "You'll find I'm a much less talkative partner when I'm doing something I'm thoroughly dedicated to."
    I felt a pang. I was obviously not worth his thorough dedication.
    "Does Myrtle get her annual check up at the shipyard?" 
    "No. She's an old lady. Built in 1951. I bought her three years ago and I spent every free minute restoring her. Few as they were… But there are a few things I can't do myself at home in Antigua. She's here to get state of the art equipment, a new propeller, eco-friendly engines, solar panels for electricity, a little garage and such things."
    "My, my. How long is Myrtle, three-hundred feet?"
    "God no. Two-hundred-twenty-eight."
    "Seventy metres?"
    "Yes."
    I had nothing more to say. Myrtle was a big seagull.
     
    "Will you have dinner with me tonight?" 
     My insides were