My friends had urged me to take a vacation after a brutal breakup with my longtime boyfriend, Brad. I’d never gone away by myself before, but my girls told me it was the best way to heal my heartache.

“Besides, you never know who you’ll meet,” Laura told me. “Maybe you’ll run into a hot guy who’ll make you forget all about your loser ex and give you the orgasms you deserve.”

That was a pretty typical statement from Laura, the pervy pragmatist.

I followed the advice of my pals, booking my flight and securing what I hoped would be a primo rental for the week.

The place was beautiful and just a short walk from the shore. It had a gleaming kitchen that I had no plans on using and a luxuriously large bathroom with a shower and a Jacuzzi. But... Read More