Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,29
landed, we had to find a hotel. We made our way through the Bahamian customs line, then found an airport employee and asked about the islands hotels. We were advised that the taxi drivers would be the one to ask. So as we stepped out of the terminal, a white stretch limo pulled up and stopped right in front of us. “Where you beautiful ladies going tonight?” the driver asked. We told the driver about our dilemma, and he came up with the perfect solution. It took us no time to drive to the one of the island’s finest hotels. Toni insisted on nothing but the finest and requested the penthouse suite for our stay. Lady luck was on our side. The hotel clerk was able to accommodate us with our room request as well as give us a discount rate for our room.
There was no need for a bellman, we didn’t have any luggage! So we grabbed the keys from the receptionist and walked to our room like royalty. “This is the life for me!” Toni shouted as we looked around our room. “I would love to do this with my boyfriend, but sometimes we can’t even talk to each other like civil human beings,” she said to me sadly. We checked our makeup then headed for the nearest restaurant; we were starved. I ordered fried shrimp, and Toni ordered red snapper. After dinner, we went back to our hotel to have drinks around the pool area. Neither one of us could enjoy a midnight swim or soak in the poolside Jacuzzi; we didn’t have anything to wear. And no, we weren’t going skinny-dipping, at least not that night! So we settled for sticking our feet in and ordered a few rounds. Before retiring to bed, I washed out my thongs so I could have something clean to put on in the morning and drifted off to sleep while laying across my bed.
The morning sunrise was spectacular as I gazed at its magnificent beauty from my bedroom balcony. We got up around six-thirty and ordered breakfast on the terrace. After breakfast, we showered and dressed in yesterday’s clothes then headed into town to buy our wardrobe. We purchased clothes and other essentials for our weekend stay, underwear, toothbrushes shorts, tops, you name it, and we bought it. I can’t believe that I jumped on a plane with only my pocketbook and an American Express card. Shit, I should do a commercial for them! We shopped the better part of the morning and returned with enough clothes for a week. While I was hanging up my newly acquired wardrobe, I decide to check my voice mail and ended up calling Dawn, Nia, and Sean. They all said that Hobbs was fine, have a good time, and not to worry about anything. I thought about calling Kavon but quickly decided against it. In the meantime, Toni was engrossed with the hotel’s activity brochures and decided that she was going to plan some of our activities. We had four days of fun ahead of us, and we were ready to let our hair down.
The first thing we did after we got our clothes together was to hit the beach wearing our new sexy beachwear. The water was warm and calm, just what the doctor ordered! After a couple of hours of sunning ourselves to a golden brown color, it was time for lunch. We walked back to the pool area and rinsed off under the outdoor shower. Then we located two vacant chairs under a beautifully decorated cabana adjacent to the pool and ordered lunch. Toni and I couldn’t decide on what water sports we were going to do first; snorkeling, scuba diving, or jet skiing. Whatever it ended up to be, I was game for all the above.
I decided to take a dip in the pool and then relax by the hot tub. Meanwhile, Toni decided that she would take a walk around the hotel to see what amenities they offered. She made several inquiries about the water sports on the island and was introduced to a man who had a boat for hire. Nelson was the boat’s captain, a handsome Bahamian man, somewhere in his early forties. I don’t know how she found him so fast, but she did. Toni gave him a list of the water sports that she was interested in doing, and he assured her that he would be able to have all the necessary equipment. Within