03-19-2015, 12:40 AM
Spotted a vendor ahead by Margarittaville that I've known for a long time--since my first reach to Negril to be exact. She used to set up by Roots Bamboo but now works alongside her mother's fruit stand selling mostly self-made jewelry. We always fake flirt with one another. Then she winds up hitting me for no reason whatsoever. Maybe she not faking. (Tee-Hee, I only say that to tease Smith744 who thinks she likes him better.)
Anyway, she's busy with a customer when I approach so I sneak past her and say hi to her mom saying your daughter's going to hit me when she sees me so I've gotta hide. Customer departs. I'm discovered. Smile/Hug. But then she realize I'm already somewhat tan, and I hadn't stopped by to see her until now...so feeling somewhat guilty, and in order to lighten the moment, I lowered a corner of my Jamaica swim trunks and flashed a bit of blindingly pale Minnesota buttock at her. SMACK came the immediate slap to my shoulder. "That didn't take long" I say to her mom.
Anyway, she's busy with a customer when I approach so I sneak past her and say hi to her mom saying your daughter's going to hit me when she sees me so I've gotta hide. Customer departs. I'm discovered. Smile/Hug. But then she realize I'm already somewhat tan, and I hadn't stopped by to see her until now...so feeling somewhat guilty, and in order to lighten the moment, I lowered a corner of my Jamaica swim trunks and flashed a bit of blindingly pale Minnesota buttock at her. SMACK came the immediate slap to my shoulder. "That didn't take long" I say to her mom.