Two hours had passed by in a blur calming our nerves as we loafed around aimlessly, Sonia had relaxed in the foreign environment and I was happy to know that she was enjoying the party in the real sense-we had bounced off with a heavy crowd on an energetic dancing number, enjoyed a freshly cooked meal of lobsters accompanied with a couple of other Australian special dishes, had changed yachts till we finally decided to go to the beach, tasted six flavours of wine, beer, a shot of whisky and 666 vodkas, a native Australian vodka made from the clear waters of Cape Grim. She had laughed at the random jokes I was cracking and had turned wild as if it was the only moment she had been waiting for all her life. Maybe the alcohol had made her temporarily brave.
'Are you having fun? Do you find it
