Danica Crosby, M.D.: I wouldn't say I'm broken, but I have uncureable physical imperfections, which is why my resort, Private Indulgence is my passion. On a daily basis, I watch my client's feared imperfections be erased and their self-esteem skyrocket. As for physical passion... I don't experience it on a daily basis. Or even a monthly or yearly one. But then, really, who could expect a man to want me after he sees the body beneath my concealing clothing?

Jordan Cameron: All I wanted was my father's trust in my investment strategies. All he wanted was to invest every last dime into a stranger's Carribean medical tourism resort. As far as I'm concerned, the place is a joke and its female owner out for my old man's money... What kind of son

Lena: I admit it--I dance to my own beat. A hula. A mean little hip-swaying beat I owe to Hi'iaka, my spiritual goddess. You know it's not easy being psychic, particularly when I forsee rough times ahead for Danica...but first there's passion, all the steam, sweat and bliss-filled screams she's been missing out on.

Logan Delaney: Just call me Vage--grease monkey with a vagina, that is. Why not? All the guys do, while they're assuming I'm just one of the guys as well. Flat chested doesn't even begin to describe me. Thank God for penny pinching by way of giving up my tri-daily island trek for Mocha Frappuccino... The beautiful bosoms and the oodles of hunks to do of my fantasies are about to be mine...

Dr. Tanner Grey: Raised in Hell, Michigan, I moved to the Carribean to take a job as a plastic surgeon with Private Indulgence at the urging of my fiancee who vowed to soon follow. From there things got messy; shitty if you want to go there. If in the wake of all that shit I got a little wild with more than a few of the female-resort clientele, well what do you expect when hell follows you to paradise?

Melinda: Yes, they're fake and yes, they get me men of all ages. Men who know just why God gifted them in the anatomy department. Which is more than I can say for Tanner as of late--the guy's gone from stud to dud. But something tells me that's about to change. Something like walking in on him and his newest flat-chested client. Gotta love that voyeurism...