Montego Bay

[Billy Bob]

Many thanks to those of you have who have PM’d and or commented on the reports of my first trip to Jamaica. I have just returned from my second visit and happily report that my relationship with the lady I met in December continued as if I had never left. She’s definitely not a pro. She never asked for a dime. We had one minor disagreement. Apart from that it was the most incredible sex of my life, and among the happiest four days.

About all we did, in fact, was have sex, eat, sleep, have sex, eat, and have sex. We also laughed and talked a lot. After the second day she stopped counting orgasms and by the fourth day they had become veritable gushers. Apart from bondage and costumes (neither or which I am “into”) we did everything I have ever seen two people do to one another sexually.

Every so often I would wonder how a guy my age could be lucky enough to be walking around with someone this beautiful and having sex with her no less.

The family meeting went off as well as can be expected when you consider I’m probably old enough to be her father’s father.

As a reminder, the point of my extended series was that unless you resemble the Hunchback of Notre Dame you are very likely to score for free in Mo-Bay. Since I had already discovered my own ultimate fantasy I was not on the hunt.

One evening, however, an incident occurred that more than proves the point I have been making. My lady and I were having dinner and were joined by a friend of hers. She wanted to introduce us because of my intention to bring a friend with me on my next visit. So I was sitting with two women.

The waitress was a tall girl somewhere between 22 and 26. She was by no means beautiful, but she had a very exotic look. None of you would kick her out of a bed.

I tend to chat with waitresses (or waiters for that matter) primarily as a means of improving the service. In Jamaica this is especially important. Somewhere along the line I realized that this girl was more than just chatting.

At one point I said to my two companions, “Is it my imagination, or is she coming on to me?” The two of them replied in unison. “She’s definitely coming on to you.”

The three of us then had a discussion about why this happens. I am an old white guy who looks like Jimmy Carter. She’s an attractive young woman who works in a place with at least twenty good looking black men in her age group.

My two female companions told me exactly why this phenomenon occurs. You might think it’s because they see old white guys as possible bankrolls. That is not the reason, at least not the primary one. I have now heard the real reason enough to be sure of it.

My friend Alan once advised me to keep certain information about Jamaica to myself. It was good advice and I have followed it ever since. All I can tell you is that if you spend three days in Mo-Bay you’ll know as well as I do why you’re getting more than your fair share of attention from some really gorgeous women.

As she was serving dessert the waitress asked me whether I was married. I told her I was. She asked if I had a girl friend. I gestured toward Carol and said I did. Earlier she had asked me where I was staying and I had told her.

When we got back to the room Carol and I made love and then she went into the bathroom. Soon after that the phone rang. Lo and behold it was the waitress. She has my name from the credit card and she’s put it together with where I told her I was staying. She asks if she can come up.

Now as much as I like a nice duet (or trio as the case may be) there is no way that will fly with Ms. Carol. I am a very happy camper and I am not about to screw it up. So I suggest her visit might be a bit awkward. She says, “That’s too bad” and then hangs up.

Carol comes out and says, "Who was that?" I tell her, "the waitress." She is about as surprised by that news as she is with the fact that the moon is in the sky.

As I said when I began this series. If I were you, and liked black women, I would get on the next plane to Mo-Bay.

[Amerioca]

Thanks and Update

NJ Pete. My reports originate from a trip in early December so I think you can consider the information quite current. The early reports and those by Ford that precede mine have the most hard-core information. I think you are looking for a club like you'd find in Costa Rica. Kamur, for example.

If you read my report and the definitive one by Ford on the Goldfinger Club you'll see that the Mo-Bay scene is quite different. If you can sit back, relax and be real comfortable you're a better (and much bigger) man than I am.

Thanks Wet Nose. So far so good. I talk to her twice a week and have not yet received even one desperate plea for money or even a hint that she would like me to send some. I’m going back to see her in three weeks. She seems primarily excited about having a lot of sex and taking me to meet the family. That involves a trek into the mountains to the hamlet where she was born and raised. I can’t wait to see the expression on Daddy’s face when he catches sight of me. I hope he is more understanding than old Spencer Tracy was.

Xaam 1. Yes! I have pictures, and I promised to post them. My problem is getting them sized correctly to meet Jackson’s requirements. I’m not exactly a techno geek when it comes to this stuff. I’m working on it. There will, of course, be no pictures of the lady I refer to above. Those are between us.

I look forward to your next report. This country interests me very much. Friends have suggested visiting.

[Billy Bob]

Thanks and Update

NJ Pete. My reports originate from a trip in early December so I think you can consider the information quite current. The early reports and those by Ford that precede mine have the most hard-core information. I think you are looking for a club like you'd find in Costa Rica. Kamur, for example.

If you read my report and the definitive one by Ford on the Goldfinger Club you'll see that the Mo-Bay scene is quite different. If you can sit back, relax and be real comfortable you're a better (and much bigger) man than I am.

Thanks Wet Nose. So far so good. I talk to her twice a week and have not yet received even one desperate plea for money or even a hint that she would like me to send some. I’m going back to see her in three weeks. She seems primarily excited about having a lot of sex and taking me to meet the family. That involves a trek into the mountains to the hamlet where she was born and raised. I can’t wait to see the expression on Daddy’s face when he catches sight of me. I hope he is more understanding than old Spencer Tracy was.

Xaam 1. Yes! I have pictures, and I promised to post them. My problem is getting them sized correctly to meet Jackson’s requirements. I’m not exactly a techno geek when it comes to this stuff. I’m working on it. There will, of course, be no pictures of the lady I refer to above. Those are between us.

[Wet Nose]

Some readers of this long thread will now conclude that Billy Bob is both a sentimental sap, and a moron for paying a girl who asked for nothing. Others will feel deceived. Haven’t these last five reports been about what is available in Mo-Bay for free? Why would you pay someone who did not ask for anything, especially after buying her a lunch and dinner?

I'd only say that you're being a sentimental sap if the girl is a pro and playing you mercilessly.

But since she's not a pro, the relationship was not one of business, but one of more serious nature. So the money wasn't for the sex but for her continued survival.

Frankly I would have done the same thing too, without hesitation. Especially after the grand sexual acrobatics you shared with her.

If she really is who she says she is, then she's one in a million - congratulations!

[Xaam 1]

GREAT REPORTS Billy,

Any pic?

Thanks

[NJ Pete]

Heading to Montego Bay next week for a few days and would appreciate any recent updates. Interested in best bars/clubs for daytime and nitetime action. It seems like most of the reports are recommending massage parlours and street walkers so I would really appreciate any updates dealing with bars/clubs that the ladies party/drink at so that I can have a relaxed beverage/conversation with the ladies and take it from there.

Thanks in advance for any info,

Pete

[Snake27]

You've shown us how it can be done, Billy Bob. Anyone who can afford to travel to Jamaica and stay a week can afford the professionals, but why we all like semi-pro's and non-pro's is the possibility of real passion and positive emotion, not just a swift and cold liason. Obviously the money makes us more attractive, but the experience is still much more enjoyable even though it may turn out to be fleeting and illusory. I probably should have given it more patience like you did. FWIW, I've been thinking that in the USA there must be semi-pro action since large parts of the population live in nearly 3rd world poverty. I've realized that if you're nice, presentable (e.g. a mature Steve McQueen like you), and have some $$$, you can find a mistress. And so I now have a beautiful 21 y.o. African American girlfriend since last Oct (I met her in a bar in between booking and travelling to Jamaica). She's a lovely girl who isn't in Eros or Craigslist and certainly doesn't walk the streets. As she is much younger than me, we both know the limits of the deal. So, I might make it back to Jamaica sometime, but I'm not in a hurry at the moment.

[Billy Bob]

As part of the overall assignation plan my intention had been to take Carol to a very nice restaurant. The fact that success was achieved before dinner did not seem like any reason to downgrade the cuisine. When we arrived it was clear that the woman had never set foot in an establishment of this kind nor was she accustomed to the nuances of fine dining etiquette. Like using utensils, for example. When the appetizers arrived I put the napkin in her lap and replaced the spoon with the small fork.

In response to my questions she began telling me her life story. She was born and raised in a hill town that is so small it cannot be found on a fairly detailed map of the country. The nearest metropolis is Mandeville, and that’s about 20 miles away. If you know Jamaican geography this should tell you something.

She’s 25 years old and had been engaged for the past three years to marry a man from the same town. It seems that he had immigrated to the Cayman Islands and promised to send for her once he had established himself in a position of consequence. Instead he established himself with another woman and then married the lady.

Having recently learned this distressing news Carol decided to leave the tiny burg where she was raised and head to Mo-Bay, the Jamaican equivalent of “Tinsel Town”. Since she was trained as a hair-dresser she figured it would be easy to win fame and fortune in a matter of a week or so. Her purse contained less than a hundred dollars US, her life savings, an amount she thought would be sufficient for at least a month. At his point she had been in Mo-Bay about three weeks and the money was gone.

The good news was that she had found a job in the salon at the mall where I had met her and she had also rented a decent apartment using most of her savings and a loan from the salon owner as a deposit. On the negative side of the ledger she was making between $50.00 and $60.00 US a week and the apartment rent was $200 per month. I’m no financial genius but it seemed to me that this might be cutting things a bit tight.

As she was relating the story I noticed that Carol was again eating everything in sight. She ate all of the bread in the basket. She ate all of her appetizer and half of mine. I thought she might eat the napkin. Then she said, “Bill, you know tonight you fed me dinner. Do you know when the last time was that I had a dinner?”

I am embarrassed to say the thought had never occurred to me. It turned out to have been well over three weeks. In fact her only other sit down meal since she had been in Mo-Bay had been the lunch with me at Kentucky Fried. Otherwise it was junk food, bananas, more junk food, some cereal and junk food.

As dinner continued I learned a great deal more. Most of it is now between Carol and me and has become too personal for this or any public report. I learned that she was an incredibly naïve, totally sincere, and disarmingly honest person. Though my initial reaction to many of the things she told me was outright skepticism, I am now positive that everything was and is completely true.

There are several reasons for my confidence. The most important was “the airport test”. I’ll tell you about that later. Secondly, I have tried every trick in the book to catch her in some inconsistency or little fib. These efforts have produced not even the sniff of a lie.

After dinner we went back to the hotel and had more incredible sex until we were both exhausted. Somewhere around six I woke up and watched her sleep for awhile. Then, unable to keep any distance we ended up making love in the shower and then in bed. This time it was only about two and a half hours.

At this point I did not have much time to pack. As I was doing so she looked at me and said, “Bill, I wish you could just pack me in your bag and take me with you.” I wished I could as well.

At the airport she asked for a kiss before I left. It was a repeat of the one that happened at the hotel. Unbelievably I was immediately “turned on” and wanted to do it again right then and there.

I resisted in favor of “the airport test”. I walked away from her and went at least thirty yards inside the lobby. Then I turned around and she was walking away. I went out the door and yelled to her. She stopped and we approached one another. Then I slipped a hundred US into her hand, kissed her cheek, and departed. She had never asked for a penny.

Some readers of this long thread will now conclude that Billy Bob is both a sentimental sap, and a moron for paying a girl who asked for nothing. Others will feel deceived. Haven’t these last five reports been about what is available in Mo-Bay for free? Why would you pay someone who did not ask for anything, especially after buying her a lunch and dinner?

My answer brings us back to the very nice report by Snake 27 where he gave the girl money even though they did not have sex. It’s very simple. Sometimes you just have to do the right thing. Snake 27 could not have left that room, and I could not have left that country without giving something to the girl in return for what we had been given. And after knowing her I would have given Carol the buck regardless of whether we had sex.

Now did I inflate market? Will every Jamaican woman now expect a Ben Franklin from every American man just for showing up? I don’t think so, and I have at least some evidence of that.

It has now been two months since I left Mo-Bay. Carol and I talk on the phone twice a week. She has asked for nothing and yet I know that once the rent is paid not much remains. So, at least in this case, being fair did not induce undue or even a little greed.

In the next month or so I plan a return trip to Mo-Bay. My plan is to spend all of the first day in bed. After that, assuming I am still alive, she insists we go visit the family in Lower Cornbush Parish or wherever the hell she lives. I figure that scene will be something like a reverse “Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner’’, but she is insistent.

So my next trip to Jamaica will not be a mongering trip. This does not mean I will stop mongering. It means that I no longer need to monger in Jamaica.

[Billy Bob]

We come now to the next-to-last chapter. It has been my experience that “last nights” are often quite eventful. This was certainly no exception.

Also, to refresh the memory of those who are just picking up on this series, we are talking here only about what is available for free (though no woman is ever really free) in Mo-Bay.

I awoke from a sound sleep and become aware that Brenda was now in bed with me. Sure enough it’s 8:00 in the morning and she has kept her promise. This is good news! There’s nothing I like much better than “ripping one off” first thing in the morning.

Just as I was about to do that very thing Brenda says, “I have some bad news.”

“And what is that?” I query.

“I have my monthlies.”

Now I was really agitated. Yesterday she’s afraid and today she’s “on the rag”. Yes, it was a rag not a string. I made my displeasure apparent with a good deal of gusto. This outburst was sufficient to induce Brenda into a moderately enthusiastic BBBJ but I was nonetheless too cranky about “the monthlies” to reach a climax. After ten minutes or so Brenda and I showered for the second straight day and agreed to be in touch the next time I visited.

It turned out to be a good thing I did not waste an orgasm. I now know that Brenda is not in any plans I have for the future. The effort, however, was not a total loss.

I then proceed to my usual morning stop for a quick coffee and juice. The same girl who had served me these past three days looked more gorgeous than ever. Let’s call her Diana. I figured she was maybe 19, but no way a day older.

On this day I sat with two local guys and we got to talking about the very point I have been making in this series of reports, namely how willing Jamaican woman seem to be to go out with old and pale strangers, or at least consider the idea.

They agreed with my observation and when I mentioned how lovely Diana was they suggested that I ask her out. I said, “Are you shitting me?”. “I’m old enough to be her grandfather let alone her father.” They said it would not matter. I bet them each $100 Jamaican that it would.

When she came by with a coffee refill I said, “Diana, I have three questions for you. First, are you married? (I’d learned at least one lesson by now) Second do you have a boyfriend?” She says, “No to both, what’s the third?”

“Want to have dinner with me tonight?”

“Sure”, she said. Then she added, “Can I bring my girlfriend?” I said, “I’m not sure I can handle two beautiful Jamaican woman at once”.

Then, honest to God, she said, “Don’t worry we’ll take care of all your needs”.

She told me she gets out of work at 3:30, and we agreed I would pick her and the friend up at the restaurant at that time. Then I paid off my J $100 bet and departed after leaving Diana a nice tip.

On this, my last full day, I was obligated to check out some real estate for a friend. This involved a sixty-mile taxi ride with Dean. Automobile travel in Jamaica is always dicey and this day proved no different. Somebody had run smack into a tree that was fifty yards off the road and was either well dead or very unhealthy as a result. Another doped out rasta banged into a bull weighing about a ton. It was not a good day for either the deceased bull or the driver of the unguided missile.

Both mishaps caused long traffic jams with all the attendant blasting of horns and native angst. We eventually made it back to the hotel by mid-afternoon, time enough for me to shower and get ready for my date with Diana and her friend.

But wait. I also had a dinner date with Carol. Despite the prospect of a duet with Diana and company their was no way I was going to be a “no show” for Carol. The chemistry had been too good. It might have been fun to see if Diana and her friend showed up but that was altogether too much temptation. I decided to wait until the appointed hour with Carol.

During this hiatus I called Kendra and reminded her that she had not collected the fee we had agreed upon for her services the previous day.
"Forget it", she said. "I had a nice time. You call me the next time you are in Mo-Bay and we'll do it again." I agreed but have subsequently sent her some great pictures of herself and enclosed a whole twenty dollars in the envelope.

Carol was at Margaritaville before me and was waiting outside. We grabbed a table and she ordered a Coke. Two or three cokes later and the same amount of Margaritas for me the conversation was going so well I felt confident to suggest we go to my room to “freshen up” before dinner. She agreed.

Once in the room I put my arms on her shoulders and kissed her. It was a “testing the waters” kiss. You know, just a hint of tongue. Then, in one of those magic moments you never forget it turned into much, much more. Bells went off, fireworks soared, and the first notes of Beethoven’s Fifth blasted into my brain.

She melted into my arms and clothes were flying in every direction. What followed was two hours of the most amazing sex I have ever had. At times it became an outer body experience where I as watching myself in a porno flick.

I have always thought about, and I bet you have too, the studs in those movies who last so long. Well in the porn flicks they simply repeat the same footage over and over. What was happening now was an overwhelming desire on my part to make this last as long as possible; forever if possible.

She was incredible! She would move from one position to another with the grace of a ballerina. This was not a series of “positions” but a symphony of sex with one movement following the next in perfect harmony. Everything she did was exactly the way I like it. No instructions were necessary. Before I needed to say “Lick my balls,” she was licking my balls. Just as I was wanting her in reverse cowgirl she flowed into reverse cowgirl.

Meanwhile my enthusiasm and elation were having a similar effect on Carol. Her clit and nearby regions had attracted plenty of tongue attention. The result was multiple orgasms that were absolutely, undeniably the real deal. The contractions and my wet face were more than sufficient proof.

At about 9:00 there was a slight pause. She looked at me and said, “Billy Bob, I am so hungry,” “Of course,” I said, “We were supposed to eat. Let’s go.” Happily I had not yet had an orgasm because their was much more to come.

[Rosy Pup]

How did she forget her money?

Sounds like you are rolling along there.

One out of three is a little weak. 2 and 1/2 out of three should be the norm.

[Billy Bob]

Brenda did not show up at 8:00AM, nor had I expected that she would. I lolled in bed for a while and actually nodded off. Then at 8:20 the door slid open and within a few seconds she was sitting on the far side of the bed. She was attired exactly as she had been the two previous days. The chino skirt, and the conservative blouse were freshly laundered. The baseball cap, however, sported a different logo. Today it was a New York Yankees cap, an apparition guaranteed to darken the mood of any life long Red Sox fan. I was just waking up no less.

The first thing she said was, “I have to get to work.”

“That’s nice”, I responded. “Couldn’t you have gotten here earlier?”

“I had to get the kids off to school.”

She continued talking for a couple of minutes and I began to think that getting to work wasn’t quite as crucial as she had initially made it seem. This conclusion persuaded me to venture an idea,

“Why don’t you get out of those clothes, take off that bad hat and we’ll do what we can in the little time we have.”

Surprisingly Brenda proceeded to accept my suggestion and was under the covers in less than a minute. Whereupon she announced she did not want to do anything but hug and kiss. I took this to mean that anal intercourse was not on the menu,

This woman was clearly having the kind of approach/avoidance problem you learn about in Psychology 101. The closer she got, the greater her urge to pull away.

At this point I was of two minds. I didn’t much care what we did. By 11:15 Kendra would be exactly where Brenda was at the moment. It was thus a certainty that I’d be getting more than my share in only a short while.

At the same time it was hard to ignore Brenda’s enormous breasts which were now unclad and within easy reach. I decided to show my appreciation for these big, soft globes by circling an areola the size of a hockey puck with my tongue while lightly pinching the very erect and large nipple of the other breast between thumb and forefinger. It was apparent that Brenda enjoyed this activity and I was sure the next step was imminent.

Unfortunately it wasn’t. Just when I began to get really turned on she decided she didn’t want to proceed. I protested to the degree I thought reasonable, and told her this wasn’t much fun for yours truly.

Her response was simple enough. “Don’t worry, it’s going to happen.”

“Well it had better happen within the next two days because by Saturday noon I am no longer available for you to tease.”

She gave evidence of understanding this reasoning and then asked if we could take a shower. She was afraid that she had picked up the scent of my cologne and that her aunt would catch on to her hanky panky. Any remnants of my cologne were barely discernable at this point in the morning. The shower, however, was yet another opportunity to play with those enormous boobs. I made sure they were well soaped and very clean by the time we were ready for toweling off.

By the time Brenda had departed we agreed she would arrive again the next morning and make a heroic effort to be early enough for the deed to get done.

Then I glanced at my watch and realized that much needed to be accomplished before Kendra’s arrival.

First on the agenda was a cup of coffee and my usual morning encounter with the gorgeous waitress. On this particular morning she was no less beautiful and unfortunately not more than one day older.

Then I needed to check in with Anne to see if she had decided to join me for dinner. When I walked in the door Anne’s demeanor suggested that I’d be dining alone or with someone else. She was now in a quite serious mood and said that she had to tell me something. I indicated my eagerness to listen.

In doing so I learned that Anne was married, had three kiddies, and could not possibly be away from the house after 6:00PM without being suspected of messing around. Strangely enough, after telling me this major news she suggested we have lunch.

I thought this a perfect opportunity to make my intentions clear. I explained that as enjoyable as it might be to have a pleasant repast in her company, my real motive was a desire to engage in mad, passionate sex with her. I saw no way we could accomplish that during her lunch hour. I hate to be rushed. We agreed, however to keep the discussion alive on my next visit.

Then I hustled back and waited for Kendra to show up. She was only half an hour late, which I considered downright prompt for Jamaican time. She wasn’t in the room ten seconds before she was pulling a joint out of her purse and asking if I partook. Needless to say we partook.

Then (no surprise here) we get hungry and order lunch sent up. After we eat and consume another joint down to the very nub we proceed to have sex several times over the course of the afternoon. In between the sex we giggled a lot. I tell you, when you combine Vitamin C with high-grade ganja, and a beautiful woman in bed it makes for a great overall experience.

When Kendra left for work at 7:00 I went down to the Wexford Grill and had some incredibly good ribs. Then, since it was my next-to-last night I kept my resolution to experience the joint Ford had recommended. As I have previously explained it did not disappoint. But enough was enough. I was exhausted and after taking in the scene for maybe half an hour I was back to the hotel and in the sack by about 10:00.

Oh, one more thing. Maybe it was the "smoke", maybe it was my engaging personality, but Kendra never asked for the money we had agreed upon. I had no intention of cheating her so I figured I'd call her before I left town.

[Rosy Pup]

It's good to read this stuff since it is incredibly fun there.

I've been going there over 9 years. One of the first girls was this one I can't say her name. I mentioned her name once on the internet and word got back to her. She had a perfect ass and a bubbly personality, always happy and smiling. I went to her place once or twice but I prefer to lay a towel outside and fuck her outside. It was just incredibly nice but I was always squeezed in between others.

Year after year she could always be found when I went there, until some guy there grabbed her and never let her out again.

I can't say how many times I fucked outside in the bushes somewhere in mo bay since I could not bring the woman to the hotel because I had a woman with me at the hotel. There are some places there with grounds too and if you give a few bucks to security, they will let you go inside in the bushes with the woman. You just have to look out for these guys since they all seem to want to watch. I always enjoyed fucking outdoors.

There have been some wild fucking outdoors both in mo bay and in negril. Years ago, I rented a motor scooter. I picked up this nice skinny chick and took her to some park like grounds on the other side of town from the strip. She wouldn't let me fuck her without a rubber. So behind a tree, I had her doggy style and I was rubbing my dick on the outside of her pussy planning to shoot my load that way that night. She got so horny that she reached behind and grabbed my dick and shoved it in her pussy.

In Negril last year, I was walking on the cliff road and this real nice young woman, looking for action, I don't know where she came from, she was sitting there on some ledge and we worked out alet's do it. We went to this outside place nearby, and I banged the hell out of her. She was skinny and right around 18. After I came and pulled my dick out, she had gotten so horny, that she grabbed my dick and sucked it clean. That was like the first day of the trip and I neve saw her again. She might have just been pissed that night with her boyfriend and came out and ran into me and just got wild. What a bummer that I could not find her again and I don't even know what she looks like.

I've had quite a few experiences like that just banging the chick practically on the spot that I met her. I'm telling you as hot as the Jamaican women are, those from the 'west end" of Negril, whereever that is, get hotter than hot.

I met a guy there once from Minnesota I believe, in his 60's and much more of an expert than me. I would stand out on the strip with him in mo bay or around the park and he showed me that even quite young females were on the prowl. But he didn't fuck as much as me since I average four sessions a day. I spend more time fucking and less time courting than he did.

The pool of young beautiful women there is practically limitless. I get calls all the time here from there. I'm going back in April.

last time I was there, I was very limited in being able to get out of the hotel. So I basically had two women, one 26 and one 22 on an alternate basis, averaging two times each. That wore me out a bit. It got to the point of the sessions getting longer and longer. Even with that schedule and my limitation of not getting out at night, I managed to screw a total of about 7 or 8 different woman, and set up a few new prospects for my next trip.

[Billy Bob]

Moments after arising I was rummaging around the room trying to find the phone number that Kendra from the massage parlor had written on a little slip of paper. The plan was for her to come over in the afternoon, but I said I would call to confirm. Unfortunately I was not locating her number.

To ease my frustration I threw on some shorts and went out in search of coffee. Within a few minutes I was sitting in a place that would become my breakfast spot throughout the trip. The coffee might not have been as good as at the Wexford, but the waitress was an incredible feast for the orbs. This was a girl somewhere between eighteen and twenty who, depending upon the talent score, could have been Miss Jamaica. We exchanged no more than pleasantries. She was much too young for me.

After breakfast I returned to the hotel to continue my search for Kendra’s number and had no luck whatever. This was not good. The prospect of spending the afternoon with Kendra was becoming an obsession that I might not be able to fulfill.

Then I remembered the need to keep my other fire burning, and decided to pay a call on Anne. I walked down to the store and was greeted warmly by both of the ladies.

“So Anne” I said. “Are we going to have dinner together tonight?”

Anne replies with a series of “hems” and “haws” adding up to a negative response. Meanwhile her co worker has become thoroughly engaged in the drama.

“Go on Anne, go. You know you want to. She wants to. Ask her again.”

“She’s right Anne, you want to,” I chime in.

Anne is chuckling and averting her eyes.

“Okay, a drink then. How about a drink at the Bobsled after work?” says me.

“Oh, no I couldn’t do that. Maybe lunch”, says Anne.

Now this presented a problem. I already had a lunch date with Carol at the Kentucky Fried Chicken next to the mall. Carol was not only more alluring but I also believed a better prospect that Anne so the choice was a no brainer.

I did, however, assume that Anne’s suggesting lunch was an expression of some interest and thought it appropriate to make the nature of my interest expressly clear.

“If we went to lunch you would have to be back here in an half hour or an hour at most”, I said. “That wouldn’t leave us much time for the fun stuff. Let’s aim for dinner tomorrow night. Then we’ll have plenty of time for whatever happens.”

Having made my intention perfectly clear I waited for Anne’s response which was: “Okay, maybe tomorrow.”

As I left the store she and the coworker were arguing about why Anne had used the word maybe.

After catching some rays by the pool I headed back to the room and dressed for lunch. Then I headed out for my lunch date. As I was crossing the driveway toward the park I spied a familiar face. It was Beverly.

My immediate thought was that this was no coincidence. Beverly had been waiting for me to leave the hotel. If the situation were reversed I would have been accused of stalking.

She stood still until I was within a few feet and then said,
“I’ve been waiting for you.” I asked her why and her response was something to the effect that she was sorry we had gotten separated. I explained that I was headed downtown to meet a friend for lunch. She walked along beside me. As we approached the area where she works she asked if we could get together again.

I’m way too vain to refuse a woman who is pursuing me, and it has been many a moon since this phenomena has occurred. I was compelled to say, “Sure, I’ll meet you at Margaritaville at 5:00”. She agreed and headed to her crafts booth.

Carol was waiting for me at KFC. We had greasy special #3 and she wolfed it down like it was the last plate of vittles on the planet. I learned that she was new to Mo-Bay having been in town only three weeks. Her home was some backwater village that I have been unable to find on fairly detailed maps of the country.

By the time we were returning our trays I was completely intrigued with this woman. When answering questions she was shy and naïve but she was also confident and assertive in talking about what she wanted to achieve in life. Most important I learned that she did not have a current boyfriend or husband. We agreed to meet for lunch again on Thursday, two days away.

Beverly was waiting for me outside Margaritaville when I arrived. We had two outrageously expensive Margaritas and as they were being consumed I learned that Beverly was the mother of two young children and lived in the same house as the father of those offspring.

I immediately concluded that daddy would probably expect his dinner in the next couple of hours, and that the prospect of bedding Beverly for the evening was dim.

I did make bold to suggest that Beverly might want to come knocking on my door in the morning before work. She certainly knew where I was staying. She needed only the room number. I supplied same and an invitation but did not expect anything further would transpire.

When I got back to the hotel Kendra had called and left her number. I returned the call and we made arrangements for her to come see me at 11:00AM on the morrow.

That evening I met a lovely professional who came highly recommended by one of the boys. It was a fulfilling, but not especially memorable encounter.

In fact, during the whole time I was somewhat preoccupied with my future prospects.

Their will be a brief interruption before the next episode. I am headed for Central America tomorrow and unlike Ford I cannot compose while sitting at an Internet Café. The story will continue when I return in one week.

[Billy Bob]

Thanks for the nice compliment Mattrick. Even being mentioned in the same sentence with Ford is an honor. I’m sure both of us would appreciate your nomination. And Ford, I'm not quite done with Jamaica but next week I head off for Nicaragua and Guanacaste, Costa Rica. But I digress!

The best way to keep the four “chases” organized is to recount what happened on a day-to-day basis. Telling the story this way will give you a sense of the intrigue and juggling more or less as it happened.

I was in Jamaica from Tuesday around noon until Saturday at about the same time. That gave me four days and nights of mongering to my heart’s content.

Once checked in and unpacked I always go for a walk to scout the terrain and acquire provisions. For me provisions include wine and booze and a few munchies.

My first “chase” began at the store where I bought the snacks. Two women were working, and both were quite attractive. When I paid for my snacks I said to the woman who was checking me out, “Wow, what a great smile. You must have the best smile in Mo-Bay.”

At this point she turned her eyes away and giggled like a school girl. She obviously liked the compliment but was a bit embarrassed. I asked her name, and for purposes of this report she told me it was Anne. We conversed for a few moments and then I said, “Why don’t we have dinner tonight? I need someone to show me around Mo-Bay.”

At this point her co-worker perked up and began taking an intense interest in the conversation. “I can’t tonight”, said Anne. “I’ve got plans already”.

“Tomorrow night then.”

“Well, we’ll see. You come in tomorrow”.

“I will do that very thing”, says me.

You will note that at no time did she say:

“Are you daffy? Why the hell would I want to have dinner with some pushy honkie, especially one as old and ugly as you?”

She didn’t come close to saying anything like that. In fact, she said “We’ll see”. I took that to be pretty good work for my first hour in town.

After unloading all my goodies it was time for a walk in the opposite direction. Their is a big park right in front of the Wexford. You can start the walk to downtown Mo-Bay by taking a left and walking along a trail in that park.

When I began walking I noticed a woman ahead of me by maybe fifty yards. I was walking more quickly than she and eventually we were side-by-side, a coincidence at least worthy of, “Hi, how ya do’ in?” It turned out she was fine and wondered the same about my health. A conversation was thus initiated and we proceeded apace toward downtown.

We’ll call number two Brenda. On the scale of any respectable mongerer she was no more than a five but she did possess a very impressive pair of boobs. It was also clear that she was not a daytime SW. She was wearing a chino skirt, a very conservative cotton blouse and a baseball cap. In our conversation she revealed that she and her aunt had a booth at the crafts market which is between the hotel and downtown. Brenda, like Anne, was between 25 and 30.

It took about fifteen minutes before we reached the edge of downtown. I wanted to go into the mall to find a store where I could get my cell phone working. Brenda followed along and was right with me as we entered. The entrance to the mall was like Times Square on New Year’s Eve. Once inside I realized Brenda had vanished into this sea of black faces. In retrospect I think I know why, but at the time I just figured she had somewhere else to go. It didn’t really matter because I had no interest in pursuing the possibilities of having sex with Brenda.

Across from the store where I got the my phone fixed, or rather where I was educated on how to make it work in Jamaica, there is a beauty salon. As I left the phone store one of the hair dressers was leaning against the rail that looks down on the first floor.

Now this was a really stunning young woman that I could get real interested in knowing intimately. What did I have to lose if I tried to make her acquaintance? Nothing, that’s what! So I walked over and said.

“Hi, if you don’t mind I have a question.”

“Okay”, she said.

“Could you tell me why in the world I am the only white guy in this whole place?”

She laughed and said, “No I can’t.

I asked her name and we’ll call her Carol. We talked for a few minutes but she was obviously uncomfortable and kept saying she had to get back to work. I inquired when her lunch hour was and asked if I could buy her lunch the next day. She told me that she only had a half hour. No problem, I said, we’ll eat at the KFC across the street. She agreed with this idea and we set a date for 1:00 the next day at the KFC. Normally I avoid KFCs like I avoid gangrene, but this was business.

Feeling fairly satisfied with my day’s work, I caught a cab back to the hotel where a nap seemed like a great idea.

Careful readers will know that later on that first evening I ended up at The Relaxation and Rejuvenation Center where I had a perfectly wonderful time.

And I also had two "investments" on the line.

[Ford]

Billy Bob,

I am writing this from an internet cafe on Maximo Gomez in downtown Santo Domingo but I wanted to take the time to give you a great big shout-out for your fine work!

I want to thank you for being so generous with your kind words re: my advice. But, my friend your work has put me to shame!

You writing is informative, entertaining and humorous. All round great work!

Don´t forget Jackson´s board is an amazingly power resource. With its 150,000 members a positive report (or series of positive reports) can really "put a place on the map". Let´s hope we did this for MoBay and that the people we mentioned and the places we talked about can profit from it.

I can´t wait to see where you surface next, because I´m certain you will do just as a good a job in directing future travelers here as well!

You´re a real asset to this forum even if you look do like Jimmy Carter. (lol)

cheers all.............