Over the years and with the sugar trade being replaced by tourism as the major source of income on the islands, the festival changed as well and becam... a celebration of life. This was according to the brochure in my hands, which I was studying as the plane circled the airport to approach the runway from the ocean. Thoughts of Greta still lingered but it was soon replaced when I saw the turquoise ocean and white beaches flashing by during the landing. I was whisked away by the hotel staff and. It was almost like her body refused to move after experiencing such a delight. ‘You are done. I shall leave so you can change into the robe.’ Armando exited the room, his departure signaled by a solitary click of the door. For several moments Leslie did not move. She didn’t want to. Rather she just basked in the experience she just had. Carefully, on wobbling legs, she eased herself off the table. Leslie held tight as she slowly made her way to the chair. Gone were her clothes, instead a pair. I don't think there was a single day during that time where we didn't at least spend a short period of time catching up. More often than not it was several hours. In hindsight, I could feel myself falling in love even then. Christmas was approaching and for some reason it had never even occurred to either of us to ask what each others plans were. It got as far as late evening on December 23rd before the subject was broached. "What are you doing for Christmas?" I asked. "I'm having a big family. "Then she quickly switched gears on me; "so what do you like in a woman?"I was thinking, "in a woman like you, my tongue and my dick, but I just smiled... I just like for a woman to be comfortable in her own skin." So I take it you like my skin then.." Well, I like the way it looks, but to truly like it, wouldn't I have to try it first?"She again smiled, "good head game indeed" she mused, and a very good answer." So, did you bring condoms?"I almost choked on my water, as she smiled devilishly.