The game was on and I was alone on the couch watching watching the Giants beat those damn Cowboys. I heard foot steps coming down the stairs, I knew i... was Will but, I didn't know what he had planned. He was dressed in a tight pink tank top that exposed his belly, a pink mini skirt and a black lace thong, no shoes but his cute little feet were nicely pedicured. He didn't need a wig, he had grown his hair out. And he has his make up on. I barely recognized him. But I knew it was my beautiful. Her interest was in the island's coloured population and a number visited the hotel's beach bars. They worked the boats, the scuba centre, and were friends to the ladies of the night. They affected were Rastafarian style.These rougher, local coloured men found her buying them beers, and she soon could only be found ensconced in their group, often with one in particular with his arm around her.She quickly became his lover, it was obvious to all, and it was something to see this French blond. “I’d have probably put more on!” she laughed. Walking back to the bar, Freya asked the guy his name. “My mum called me Leroy,” he answered, “And I guess she must have been able to look into the future a bit!” “How’s that?” both of the women chimed in. He laughed again, a deep rumbling growl that gave Freya butterflies and she could also feel the effects deep in her pussy. “Well I guess you really need to know where the name came from,” he continued, “The name is basically from the French ‘Le. At some point synchronicity begins to turn into serendipity.’ We talked about synchronicity and serendipity for some time. I asked Zena if she had any past life knowledge. She answered : ‘Yes and it is all tragic. Lifetime after lifetime where I die in a fire or have a wall or other structure fall on me. More than a few of the fires were arson. I do not know of a single happy life or one where I died a normal death.’ She went on to describe several in detail. Becca said: ‘That is so sad.’ Zena.