The view that she’d get when the passenger jet
made a bank for its final approach
was a fine sight to see even though it would be
through a small plastic-portal in coach.
The isle – but a strand, was surrounded by
and encased in a halo of green
that feathered to blue with the translucent-hue
of an ocean so clear and pristine.
She held on to Kent as they made their descent
to a runway just feet from the shore,
but the squeeze she’d invest was symbolic at best –
just a neighbor and not a bit more.
She was here for the fun – for some time in
where she hoped to go home with a tan –
the suit that she packed was designed to attract,
so the last thing she’d need was a man.
It was all very new since her travels were
was the first time she’d been on a plane –
but she’d gotten a pass to go south with her class
who attended a school in Fort Wayne.
Once on the ground, they would all gather
to review all the chaperones’ rules –
which were there to insure they’d be safe and secure
from the traps for American fools.
Together, they’d dwell at a beachfront hotel
that was only a few miles from town,
but a colorful bus that was driven by Gus
would be making its hourly rounds.
It was always at night – when the temp was
that the town was the right place to be
for the kids from the states who were looking for dates –
and a little romance by the sea.
Both she and a friend found a bar to attend –
was a spot that the tourists all knew,
where most of the isle would drop by for a while –
for a dance and a bottle of brew.
The music was loud and the Saturday crowd
was rambunctious as one would expect –
and some hot local studs in Caribbean duds
would be seeking a chance to connect.
They drank to excess as the night would
and a little bit out of control –
they’d attracted the eyes of some much older guys
who invited them both for a stroll.
She couldn’t believe that her friend chose to
that she left her to be on her own –
an adventurous-gal who’d befriended a pal
that her parents would never condone.
Suave and demure, he suggested a tour,
so she jumped in the seat of his car –
and the next thing she knew, in the back would be two
of his friends who were there at the bar.
They took a short ride – just to witness the
at a cove, both secluded and dark –
where he spoke to the two in a tongue that was new,
as he looked for a good place to park.
He seemed a bit drunk as he reached in the
then a blanket appeared in his hand
and a little ways down, it was spread on the ground
so they wouldn’t be covered in sand.
He built a small fire with the sticks he’d
so it wasn’t as dark as before –
but the light that it threw on the eyes of the few
made it clear – they were hoping to score.
Events would occur that were more like a blur
and she wasn’t real sure how they went,
but the sex she’d recall had been more like a brawl –
and was certainly lacking consent.
If the act that she’d done was confined to
she could neither confirm nor deny –
and it might even be – she’d been done by all three,
she was scared and believed she would die.
A sound would appear – of a boat drawing near,
then a hull would be scraping the beach,
and the voice of a man who was now on dry land
would be giving the others a speech.
From the words she would hear, it was
that the men were discussing a trade,
then he lifted her skirt with a look that was curt –
and agreed on a price to be paid.
They bound her with chord, then they put her
and shoved off with some help from the three,
then he let out a shout as he brought her about –
and the two of them sailed out to sea.
To be continued…..