myron lay sprawled next to a knee-knockingly gorgeous brunette clad only in a class-b-felony bikini , a tropical drink sans umbrella in one hand , the aqua clear caribbean water lapping at his feet , the sand a dazzling white powder , the sky a pure blue that could only be god 's blank canvas , the sun as soothing and rich as a swedish masseur with a snifter of cognac , and he was intensely miserable .