Oh, how he missed wine.
Still, there were other pleasures to compensate for his inability to drink alcohol. Other vices he -- and his friends -- could indulge of an evening.
Tonight was to be just such an evening.
As the yacht pulled out of the harbor and into the open sea, he could sense a unifying, anticipatory shiver twitching under every tuxedo jacket. The ladies had been promised a night to remember. None of them would, of course. Remember, that is. He doubted very much that memory survived a bloodletting.
So many women.
How could they possibly consume all of them?