Al was breathing heavily by the time he made it back to his room. He turned around to look at the door, still in disbelief at what he almost did. He could feel that he must have overdone it with the drinks, but even at his drunkest, he never acted like that. Why had he acted like that? Was it because of this body? Were all women like this to some degree? No, it couldn’t be. But was there something about him? Something deep down inside? That didn’t seem right either. Maybe he just needed a good night sleep. Tomorrow at Exchange Island would be better. Well, he was convinced there was no way it could be worse than today, right?