Oops, wait a sec. Before we get to The Chase, I think it only fair that I answer some of those questions we all harboured regarding BeBe. You know: Who the hell is she? Why is she alone? What's up with the slumming? etc.

Coincidentally, and literally, it begins with a chase.

I didn't probe for details, that would be impolite, but apparently the cops in Brussels were after BeBe.

She became agitated, then fiery, as she told me the story: A tragedy that had something to do with her boyfriend's indiscretions and BeBe's trashing of his apartment and BMW. The cad called the police! BeBe packed a bag, withdrew her savings, caught a cab to the airport and hopped the next flight out: Barbados, about a week ago. I gathered that some kind of incident at a posh resort farther up the coast had made BeBe uncomfortable. I assumed she had relocated to one of the nearby family-oriented resorts, but preferred our intimate little beach for sunbathing. And that explains it all, sort of.

Whatever. Back to The Chase.