Latest dispatch from Nicaragua. Convinces gorgeous girl to maybe three-way with wife!
Gorgeous girl. Aussie/Singaporean hapa. Too good for us.
Couldn’t believe she said, “Sure. Why not?”
Romantic dinner at El Timon. Top notch seafood. Toñas flowing. Lobster all around. Great company. Some sort of spark. Couldn’t believe my eyes.
Wife invites her with us on the next leg. Drop what you’re doing. See you in the morning. We’ve got a suite lined up. Plenty of room for all.
Yes yes yes. She’s in. She’s coming. I’ll meet you tomorrow. Head down together.
Are you on Facebook? Let’s link up.
Why not? My last name is Parker. No idea what title Derek tossed on my last dispatch. Logged in to see, I’m a Sexual Predator.
Damn it. Not untrue. Don’t really mind. Not the best second impression. No way she’s showing.
Sipping cafe con leche, ready for check out. Up she strolls. “Am I still invited?”
Unforeseen consequence, she draws horny boys like flies to shit. Didn’t expect that. Want to bark and bark and bark. Stay away. Mine mine mine. Not an appropriate reaction. Real turn off. Just let them ramble, compete. No matter, she comes home with us.
Hot damn yes. Turns out she didn’t see it. Eventually did. “It’s just schtick. I swear.”
She’s not scratching the itch. Too comfortable. We get along too well. I didn’t make it weird enough. Intelligent, funny. Unbelievably good looking. My exposed skin makes me uncomfortable. Shameful what I’ve become. Strive to exude confidence. Women aren’t as shallow as men.
Is what I tell myself. A mantra.
Unforeseen consequence, she draws horny boys like flies to shit. Didn’t expect that. Want to bark and bark and bark. Stay away. Mine mine mine. Not an appropriate reaction. Real turn off. Just let them ramble, compete. No matter, she comes home with us.
Surf is flat. Equatorial sun is baking my mind. Sucking down water as fast as I can. Competing with what pours from my pores.
But the hotel has cold a/c. Retreat from the midday heat. Regroup. Spent the morning helping a surf camp’s new hires get their boat started. We failed. Engines are an indecipherable mystery. The battery is dead. Will one from a car work?
Apparently not.
Wasted Italian tourists are a scourge. Worst group on Earth. Americans’ reps are deserved, if inflated. Mouthy WOP mangling english. Struggling to roll a cigarette while spraying tobacco across our table. Eyes our new friend. Gives it a shot.
“You are very pretty. You come drink with us?”
She asks him if I can fuck his ass.
Confused, thinks he misunderstood. He did not. Declines. She calls him a coward.
Special kind of gal. Right up our alley. Kismet.