We kissed I we were both topless and in our underwear stillAfter a few minutes of me us staring at each other in awe. So I decided to take of her blac... thong, so I figured it was time for the next step. I softly tried to push one finger inside her, but Natalie broke the kiss and backed off a little."No, no, I don't want this."I looked her in the eyes. She was determined but also seemed to be a little scared how I would react."Okay" I said and started rubbing her clit again while kissing her. It was late afternoon when I said we better make tracks, Jackie said you can’t drive we will have to get a taxi to which I agreed, Paul said that they were in the motel opposite and they had a taxi number in the room who were reliable and cheap and a free phone plus we can have one last drink , what a great idea I said, me and mike set of with Jackie and Paul behind us , when I turned to see where they were I noticed Paul had is hand up the back of Jackie’s skirt and was feeling her arse. I heard someone yell, “Call 911.” I was semi conscious and felt the warmth of my blood oozing from my chest. I could taste blood in my mouth which was drooling out the corner. It was hard to breathe. I couldn’t move my hip or left leg. Janice was the first person to reach me. She was putting pressure on my wounds and talking to me.Janice was whispering, “Melinda, you’re going to be fine. Stay with me, Honey. Help is on the way.”I was spitting blood. I knew that wasn’t good. I was going into. It was a rare day, one of only a few when the slaves did not labour in the fields for their Dutch masters. These special days all coincided with holy days like Christmas and Easter. Each had a veritable feast, plenty of the local hooch, distilled from the cane sugar and a large open pit fire.They made music. Mostly with a West African basis, but some Caribbean influences made subtle differences to the cadence and rhythms. They danced frenetically and then, when exhausted by the effects of rum.