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Part Two A fling in the Bahamas with a Hottie
The trail wound up and behind the edge of the beach, where the sand gave way to dry scrub and stone. Birds in the trees. The ocean still visible, but quieter now. She kept walking, that loose wrap barely clinging to her, letting the breeze lift it just enough for me to glimpse the curve of her thighs. The cut of her bikini. The sway of her hips with every step. A few hours later, I spotted her again—this time barefoot at the edge of a tiki bar tucked behind a row of palms, a few feet from...