Near the water, just up on the sand was a nude man laying on a blanket. He looked at me and I at him. Nothing was spoken, just a mutual, shared desire... Nervous, light headed, I approached him. Not knowing what to say, trembling, I could only think of “Hi, I’m Paul.” ”Hi, Paul, sit down” he said. My cock was throbbing in my shorts, my heart beat pounding in my ears. I sat next to him in silence for what seemed like an eternity before I moved between his legs and lowered my face down into his. “Maurice,” I said. “I couldn’t tell you because Ididn’t know it then but your wife has been kidnapped bysome white slave traders.”“That kind of thing still happens today?” he askedstupidly. I knew that he had heard the news about thehigh school girl being kidnapped, raped and put intothe white slave trade in Aruba. “God, what an idiot,” I thought of Maurice. “No wonderMiriam came to St Croix without her clueless husband.That. Now he doesn't even mention her name." How unfortunate. Perhaps he became distracted by other things." What things?" Let us just say that men are so fickle. Their heads can be turned so easily by a pretty face, a flirtatious smile, an ample bosom."Shari was defiant."I don't much like you Victoria. I certainly don't trust you and I don't think Kristy should either." Such harsh words from one so attractive," Victoria said, smiling as she let her eyes wander over the face and body of the young. You smile… put on your sandals… and stand up. We walk down a marvelous path to what feels like another planet. Lush forest. A knee-deep stream we follow to its source. Arms around each other as we walk, we stop occasionally to kiss… our bodies warm against each other with the cool water at our feet. Then we see ‘the pool.’ Paradise again. crystal clear, cool water just over waist deep with an amazing wide waterfall cascading down a series of rocks… more like rock gardens really, since they are.