Caribbean Stories

Chapter 1The hum of the plane's engines filled the cabin, a constant, soothing sound. But nothing about this moment felt calm. My heart was pounding, and I could feel Jack’s fingers tracing lazy circles on the inside of my wrist, sending shivers up my arm. We had just gotten married, married, and the thought still felt surreal. I kept sneaking glances at the silver band on his finger, the one that matched mine. It was rea...

In a previous story, I narrated how a student of mine and I had gotten involved. I have been a university professor for many years, and at that moment, one of my students, Natalia, was in need of some money to help her family. I tried to give her a hand, just that helping her meant she had to pretend she was an escort so that my boss could have sex with her. Because of the power he has, I also had sex with Natalia that ni...

There were two bars to choose from on this little Caribbean island: the tiny one on the beach and the slightly bigger one across the street. That was called the Journeyman, and it was where I used to go not just in the evening, but sometimes for breakfast.It was owned by a thin, unhealthy-looking Danish woman who probably thought of herself as responsibly slim in a new-age way. The polar opposite of her was the larger of...

We stepped quickly out into the humid night air, the sound of the surf wafted through the stillness.She wrapped her arms around mine as we walked, laying her head on my shoulder.Out onto the damp sand we strolled, watching the moon as it hung over the dark ocean.We paused, kicking our shoes off to feel the damp sand."I love you," I whispered softly.The water lapped gently around our ankles as we paused. She turned slowly...