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"Good," replied Shanice. "What does Pearson have to say about Roland?"
"He's a known quantity now, so we'll want to keep him in the mix. I imagine you have worked up something of a profile on him?"
"I have," said Shanice demurely.
"Good, just write it up for Monday. There's a return ticket waiting for you at the airline -- flight leaves at 6:00 PM. You might as well play the tourist for the rest of day."
"Awesome, See you on Monday."
Later that morning, Shanice walked to a different stretch of beach, closer to the hotel, where people wore bathing suits. She swam in the Caribbean, allowed the sun to darken her a little, and collected her thoughts. Then she went back to the hotel, showered, and slipped out the back door again to go down to the jerk chicken place.
An ethereal mist came down from the skies. Shanice felt refreshed by it as she walked to the snackette. She ate her lunch under the awning, looking at her watch, and when 12:45 came and there had been no sign of Roland, she slowly arose and returned to her hotel room. Did the hotel have Wi-Fi? Of course they have it, thought Shanice with a wry smile, they just hosted a nerd convention. She turned on her laptop and logged into the email account for "Rochelle."
There was a message from Roland: "Have to take a rain check. I had a lovely time. I wasn't entirely honest about my relationship to M, but I assure you that it's strictly business -- R." Shanice composed a reply: "Catch you on the rebound -- R," and hit the "send" button.
She closed her laptop, gazed out the window for a moment, and then went to her luggage, where she fetched her MP3 player and selected Sparrow singing "Big Bamboo." She went out on the balcony, made herself comfortable in the armchair, and gave herself to the breeze as the big, bright afternoon clouds came sailing grandly in from over the sea.
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- COMMENTS
Cinnerover 11 years agoI love espionage stories; and you have given us the added bonus of setting it in JAMAICA!
Thank you soooooooooo much!
(((BIG HUG)))
-Cin
HansTrimbleover 12 years agoThat was a great story right up to the end, which I felt left me hanging. It was refreshing to read a story that had a real plot--something other than somebody wanting to get laid. And it was also very pleasant to read a story by someone who can spell, who knows the difference between there, their, and they're. (Maybe I'm just acting elitist since I got passing grades in fifth grade. You obviously know more than I do about this site; can you explain why semi-literate people would take up writing?)
With very few words you painted a convincing picture of Jamaica, its pleasant weather, and its lascivious leanings. Your heroine was also described sparsely but adequately. You obviously are a highly skilled writer, and this story has to be one of the best in this contest.
Thank you for writing such an interesting, readable story, and for sharing it with us. Please keep up the good work.
Anonymousalmost 13 years agoOMG! The Mighty Sparrow reference was a very nice touch =) Loved your story!
AlwaysHungryalmost 13 years agoAuthorMy other stories contain far more detailed physical descriptions of the characters and the erotic things they do to each other. In this story, I was experimenting with a different approach, where I wanted the eroticism to be mainly psychological.
