The Thousands

"Who’d have thought a magician could get this rich?" I said, stepping from David Copperfield’s private jet. Lou was less than astonished, "The guy was engaged to Claudia Schiffer wasn’t he? You’ve seen his head, he has to be loaded."

I gave it some thought as we crossed the hot tarmac and climbed into the limo that would take us to our hotel. A small television flickered on as we skidded away. It was Copperfield in an open gauze shirt. "Mr. Diamond-Phillips, Mr. Crombie, welcome to the Exumas! Welcome to The Islands of Copperfield Bay! I hope you find your stay plea…" Lou shut him off with a thump and began fixing us a couple of Mai Tais from the mini bar. I stared out the window and watched the cerulean waters of the south Bahamas shimmer in the sun.

"A magician." I groaned. "Re-laaax, man." said Lou, handing me my drink. "We’ve been invited to a sex-party on a private island, okay? It’ll be fun! And loo-ook!" he sang, "There’s an ipod dock in here!" I held his drink as he rummaged through his pockets like a badger and produced an ipod. "What’s your poison?" he asked. "Take a letter Maria" I sighed, "And leave it on repeat."