I'll take a moment to describe my friends. Gabor is just short of six feet with black hair and olive skin, no doubt Mediterranean in genetic origin. H...'s an avid footballer, soccer player to us Yanks, and keeps himself very physically fit. His pale blue eyes contrast sharply with his swarthy complexion. That combination and a smile that could melt stone makes me catch my breath and wonder what he finds attractive in a plain John like me.Rhonda? Well, Rhonda is just Rhonda. Eyes follow her. I only have enough control right now to walk away.”“Would you hurt me?”“Maybe. I don’t know what I’d do.”She whispered, the breath from her speech entering my mouth. “You’re trying to scare me. It won’t work. I trust you. You can hurt me.”She put her hands on me. I’m not rocking a six pack but under my softness, I have a bit of muscle. I’m heavier than I should be but not fat. She ran her hands over me smiling. Her fingertips felt as perfect as I had imagined them.“Do you hide out in this quiet. ” He thought of the ‘project’ that he and Rose had actually worked on, and instantly a hard-on began to form in his pants. Luckily he was back in his tight boxers, so there was no immediate threat of anyone noticing. His father nodded and smiled at him while his mother made something of a snort. “Sounds good. You should work on something over here one night, I’m sure we could all use the company. You know that your friends are welcome here?” His father meant it. Michael could tell he. Time to board for Belize.Beach timeBeautiful!I wish I was here for pleasure. It was eighty-five degrees when I landed and now that the sun has set over the clear blue Caribbean, it is a perfect 72. My room on the second floor looks out over the water with a perfectly wonderful lanai where I can sit and have coffee in the morning. It’s paradise.I landed right on time at three-thirty this afternoon and caught the shuttle flight to Ambergris Caye, the largest of the islands off the coast of Belize.