The slightly snooty servant came into the parlor and announced the service of the meal. As I rose, Michael came in walked through to the dining area ahead of me. I sized him up from behind... ummm, nice behind! I wondered how good it would look bent over a horse getting caned? He'd likely whine and carry on; he had already impressed me as being that kind of person. No, he would not be easy to defeat, nor would he be a good loser.

As we sat, I attempted to start a conversation. "Michael? How long have you lived here on the island?"

The others had not yet arrived to eat, but I opened my (sealed) water and served myself from the community soup tureen. Michael did as well, and i hesitated just long enough to make sure he ate some as well. And did so first.