Amy s Honeymoon
It was just past noon when Eric took my hand and led me out the rear screened door of the bungalow into our stone walled courtyard. Overhead palm branches filtered the sunshine, providing protection for our already naked bodies, as did the eight-foot height of the privacy walls. I sensed what Eric had in mind for me as I watched him turn on the water for the outdoor shower. Turning and tipping my head back under the stream of cool water, I ran my hands through my very sun-bleached, blonde...