Friday 5:00pm finally came. Kristi worked more overtime this past week than she had all of last year, helping the law firm she worked for prepare for a huge case. With a sigh that flipped the lock of blonde hair dangling in her face upward, she pushed back her chair and grabbed her briefcase from under the desk. Opening the case to put what was left of a fruit salad in Tupperware, she saw an envelope lying on top with her name scribbled across the front. The envelope itself caught her attention; vanilla in color with twin palm trees in the top left corner. She reached down to see what is as her eyebrows lifted up in curiosity. Sliding her French manicured fingernail along the sealed edge, she pulled out a plane ticket and a note. 


      The note simply said, “Thanks for a job well done; everything is taken care of…… enjoy!” The plane ticket was to a five star resort in Jamaica, and it left in an hour!


      As the jet descended out of the billowing white clouds, Kristi gazed out of the window revealing an ocean the color of clear aqua…. The only variation was the coral reefs that dotted the expanse. The pilot announced their approach to the airport, and Kristi began to feel a deep sense of relaxation come over her. This was so what she needed! It was over 2 years since she even had a real vacation. Business needs, personal matters and going to school at night took all of here time and energy. All she could think of now was lounging by the water in a canvas chaise with a fancy drink served in a coconut and an umbrella dancing around in the rum.


      As the passengers began to disembark, Kristi could hear the sound of the most beautiful music being played by the locals; kettle drums she later learned. As she got closer to the door of the plane, the music grew louder, more intense and something began to stir deep within her. Now at the doorway, she began to descend down the stairs and was met with the gentle caress of the warm tropical breeze causing her thin, summer dress to billow around her shapely thighs.


      A handsome man was waiting for her at the bottom. He was wearing white linen slacks, a white linen shirt and nothing else, he was tall and muscular; not the kind of muscular from a gym membership but the kind of physique caused by physical labor.

      In a broken French accent, he met her eyes with his and said “Ms. Kristi?”

      She nodded yes, and met him with a friendly smile.

      Taking her laptop bag from her, he sheepishly said “You won’t be needing this ma’am”…..