The ticket had no destination anywhere on it. The plane was a twin-engine Cessna with just a pilot, and he wouldn’t talk to me. I think he may have been mute. Landing on the tiny island seemed precarious (at best description), and concerning, as to my personal safety. My lack of knowledge in its entirety was the worst past. I had no idea where I was.

Samantha had always been a challenge. She was rich beyond belief, nothing was out of her reach. Many thought she was shallow but I’d discovered a deeper side in our burgeoning friendship. I also was uncontrollably besotted by her, and she knew it. The prize for completing my current challenge was what I yearned for, and dreamed about: copulatory activity. She’d always said we couldn’t be together because I was too smart for her, so I challenged her to outwit me, and said I thought she could if she really tried.

The accompanying clues began with From your first step on the jetty nothing will be as it seems. Reward: sex or death.

She never minced her words.