Me and J were in the company car going somewhere. I can't remember where we were going. It must not have been very important otherwise I would have remembered. We're cruising on Pondfill, looking at people and commenting on their idiocies when I saw Him. Yes, people! Him with a capital H. I saw this beautiful specimen of a man crossing the street in front of us. Naturally, as all women (and men) must do when they are in St. Maarten, I turned to J and asked: "So, do you know Him and what is his drama?" Let this be a lesson to all, everyone on St. Maarten has a story. Either they horn a lot, or they have been horned and retaliated or anything in between. This place is so small, I am surprised there is not a lot of incest going on. Surprisingly, she did not know Him but she knew the person he was walking with so she called out to him as you do. If he is walking with that guy than he must work at the bank;s Simpson Bay's branch. Really? Boy, this is way too simple. ...