Then, as you’re forcing yourself to approach it one more time, a strong aggressive looking real man walks in just in front of you, and you can’t h...lp yourself, you follow him in. You hang your head in shame as you shuffle past the attendant, and quickly duck into the first booth you come to. You turn on some insignificant porn so you won’t be hassled, and then sit on the bench, staring at the hole in the wall next to you, dimly aware that your future will eventually come poking through that. She definitely did not want to scare him away."I don't know how to start. It's been so long since I have seen you. I miss our conversations. I miss just being with you." She still didn't know how to tell him the rest."It looks to me like you did okay in my absence." That was a bit cold, but Kyle wasn't really trying to rekindle anything."Well, yes and no. A week after you left I had a stress induced miscarriage. I lost the baby." I don't know if I should say I'm sorry to hear that or not.. We got down to the nudist beach early on Sunday morning, and all we saw were other white tourists, some nude and some wearing bathing suits. Although it was disappointing, we just assumed that we were a little early for the locals. We rented one of those portable cabanas to help protect us from the hot Jamaican sun, and set it up near some palm trees and facing the water. We started out lying in the early-morning sun, and both of us took off our bathing suits to enjoy being nude. Ed just loved. The moment we reached the room, she asked if the payment was ready. I had already kept the same ready in a packet and gave the same to her. She then sat on the bed and we started having a conversation. I asked her if she wanted a drink, as I was having a scotch on the rocks, and she indicated that she would have the same. I poured her a glass and we started chatting.The conversation started tilting towards sex and then she indicated that she wanted to freshen up and wanted to go to the washroom.