The next evening, Robert and Steve were back at the airport, on planes to their homes. Monday morning, bright and early, David and I were on a plane ride of our own to St. Thomas.
The flight was uneventful and when we landed, it was a clear, gorgeous, and perfect weather. After we unpacked and stored all of our items in our hotel room, David and I went down to the seaside. We walked through Magen’s Bay and found a little trail that went to a small place call “Little” Magen’s Beach. We followed it and came to a beach filled with naked bodies of all shapes, sizes, and colors. It was beautiful seeing all of those people, men and women, old and young, single, married, gay, straight, otherwise, all enjoying the beach in the best swimsuit that nature intended. David and I looked at each other a
