I was particularly close to one named Nanette who worked at “The Hiked Skirt Inn.” About my age, she had a statuesque figure, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. “I don’t know how.”
“If you’re going to live on an island you’d better learn. Xxx He likes to do it in public where people can watch. “I’m here to take you out.”
“Where?”
“I know this nice little beach,” he said, sitting down beside me on the step. We walked barefoot down a narrow dirt path through lush jungle. We ended up on a crescent shaped beach, a sliver of white sand between two limestone cliffs. Right now I want you too much to care about propriety…besides, there’s no such thing in this town.”
Between kisses we stumbled back to shore and collapsed in the warmth of the nearest bonfire.
