The Foxy Reformation Clinic IncidentBen stirred from his sleep. He could hear the beach, the roar of waves and the call of gulls. There was a table by the bed, and he fumbled his glasses onto his nose. Cream-colored curtains waved in the breeze. There was something clinical about the eggshell walls, the mint-green trim, the linoleum floor. It smelled like salt breeze, antiseptic, and perhaps just a hint of Jasmine. Ben rolled over in the unfamiliar cot. The orca girl was passed out in a chair, h

Ben paced around his hotel room, stopping occasionally to look into the mirror. Despite his dark hair and skin, he looked nothing like the human islanders. He considered perhaps the stiff, white shirt was the giveaway. Should he run down to the gift shop and buy something with a more tropical look? It seemed appropriate for a date at a tiki bar. He decided to at least lose the tie, it made him look too much like a banker on holiday.Ben was, in fact, a banker on holiday. He managed risk for a cre