I replaced the SD card in the camera and snapped a picture to make sure it was not damaged or hadn't gotten wet. I basically stop taking pictures after that.



Checked my phone. Wow 9 missed calls. Three from Drivah A “urgh”, Five from Portland “grrrrrr”. One from David “smile”

“Did you bring a towel?”
“No. Is alright. I drip dry natural.”
“What would you like to drink? My treat.” He requested a Red Stripe.



This day (my visit) is coming to a close and I’m feeling it. I don’t like this feeling. I gaze at the ocean while I wait and envy the people who are still in the water. They aren’t fretting about packing, check-out time or the inevitable search through dirty clothes by customs. I wanted to re-wind to yesterday and do last night over again but with a different someone and a different someplace. I wanted to drag Mr. B back out there, not to have him bounce me up and down, but to watch him swim. That was a beautiful scene.

I asked Chris for a shot of white rum along with the stripes.

I need a feel better thought and that would be food. I decided to have a special dinner tonight. Treat myself to that cruel seafood pasta at Ivan’s. That and a pint of rum would help…maybe. I paid Chris and slowly walked back to the lounger.

When I returned with the drinks, he was just pulling his jeans up over his hips. OhMy… talk about timing…what a vision I was treated to at that moment. His skin is flawless. Smooth and enticing like semi-sweet dark chocolate. Ocean water was still cascading from his hair, trailing his shoulders…his back…his chest…his navel…whew!! To continue describing his body from that point would change the rating of this report so I’ll stop there.

He caught me staring…drooling…wetting my lipssssss. I handed him the bottle. Too embarrassed to speak I just sat down…he did too…thank goodness!

He takes a sip, then another, paused then asked... “How was last night?”