He's tanned and obsequious and cares only about my pleasure. Pool Boy pours me a chilled cocktail with one hand whilst rubbing Bain de Soleil all over my lily white body. He proffers a cooled wash cloth for my beaded brow and offers himself... Okay, fine, it's all a dream and I'm the one serving up the martinis, desperately trying to bribe my Hamptons hosts into letting me stay until Monday. I'm plying then with cucumber martinis and my cool Moroccan dip. Pepper spears and homemade whole wheat pita chips are an attempt round out the deal. Think they'll keep me? Click here, for the recipes, my lovelies.

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