Turning away from Joaniffer, who lay naked in his bed, under the silk sheets, disheveled from that morning’s romp, Preston put his hands on the alabaster rail of the balcony and took in the sparkling ocean view. The blue water sparkled in the morning light and the air was crisp. He inhaled deeply, smiling as the cool, salty air filled his lungs. When he couldn’t take any more air in, he exhaled loudly, feeling his muscles relax. The sun warmed his body where it wasn’t covered by his robe and he said to himself:
“Man, it’s good to be rich.”
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