I shrunk down a little lower behind my laptop.Where did such a perverse dream come from? There should be limits, I thought,even for a fantasy. It wasn...t exactly my fault, though. The man who owned thisgirl was the culprit! In another airport in another country, someone inauthority would have already spoken to him about their decency rules and aboutpublic punishment of CELTs. But this was the Caribbean. Things were done differently around here. Most of thetime officials acted only when someone. Took me a while to figure out what to do for a living."Nicole sips her iced tea, while I finish off my plate of shrimp. Her meal is barely touched."You know I wanted to follow in my dad's footsteps and study Geology?" Yep. I was going to get you one of those Professor Livingston helmets for graduation, but I couldn't find one."She smiles again. I always tried to be funny around her just to see her smile."I went to Stanford on scholarship. I didn't really want to go to Berkeley and have my own. Meaning, these are the only two current Wayside juniors who got chosen. I may have had a heavy hand in that. In the past chapters, I talked about the Majorettes and dancers and their positive qualities. I left one out: The Starlettes. They carry the school colors and their curves proudly. They are always at the front. I like to call them "real women". Simply because they have confidence in themselves. The Starlettes may not be built like their cohorts, but they know how to have sex appeal. Her juices flooded hot as she came against my pussy. I sucked hard on her toe, trembling, savoring the heat of her cream. Our hips both undulated. Our clits met in a fiery kiss. Sparks flew.I joined her in rapture.My pussy spasmed. My juices flooded out. Our musks mixed in the air. Tangy and tart, an incense to please my goddess. The rapture shot through me. I gasped, my eyes fluttering as the ecstasy boiled my mind and—The world vanished.I was lying on warm sand. Water lapped at my legs. Women.