Book II
William, the baby’s dad and LJ’s lover was of Nordic ancestry. The poor guy was snow white, with not one sign of melanin in his skin. The locals looked at him with pain and pity as they knew the Caribbean sun would eat him alive. When he exited the plane and entered the main building, we both rushed over, hugged, and kissed him and immediately drenched him in sunblock. His reaction was a cross between shock and wonderment.
The s****l tension between LJ and William was palpable. I suggested that LJ show him the marina and our boat while I took his bags to the house. Discretion is the better part of valor. With weeks of separation, compounded by pregnancy’s raging hormones, LJ began tearing off William’s clothes on the pier as they both struggled, stumbling and giggling, on their w
