Island Hopping 1: Jumping Ship by Janice Ross

Author:Janice Ross [Ross, Janice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Historical, Cultural Heritage, United States, World Literature, Caribbean & Latin American, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), Historical Fiction
Amazon: B00EMCLFC4
Publisher: Cultural Cocktails
Published: 2013-11-10T05:00:00+00:00

I say doo doo . . .

Come in town J’Ouvert morning

Find yourself in a band

Watch the way how the natives moving

Hug up tight with a man

Sing along with the tunes they playing

And now and again shouting

Play mas’Bacchanal Miss Tourist that is Carnival.1

During and after the chorus, she paused to shake and rumble to a juxtaposition of instruments. The horns were her favorite. At times they expressed more than words. She had to force herself to stop and prepare for a client, though she was smitten by the overall flow of the music. In between several pieces of material that was carelessly tossed about the space, she became lost to the world. After the song came to an end, the besotted crept into a hardback seat with a thin golden fabric wrapped across her shoulders, and she reminisced on the only man that she’d ever pined over. Several minutes into her sensual journey, peace gave way to a knock; an unavoidable distraction.

In that instant, Pet propped up and sprung to greet her anticipated patron. She was surprised by the fact that the gate had not alerted her of the guest in advance. Her speech was prim and proper. “Good morning,” cascaded around the opening before she realized that her yearnings had drawn him to her doorstep.

“Fah me?” Mikey asked coyly, beaming with eyes, teeth and nostrils. Sunshine rushed through the entrance.

Pet shrieked and sought shelter behind the door. For all the fondling of his magical name trickling from her lips and tongue, she was unable to greet him in person.

He stepped right into the entranceway, slowly brushing up against the clasp of her hands. His movements held purpose. He wanted a connection and got one. Roger’s simple, slender band of promise on her finger was polished against Mikey’s olive green top.

“Rog―” she began explaining that her husband had already left out for the day. Mikey interrupted by placing his pointer finger over delectable lips, ever so tenderly.

“Petrina.” He paused for correction or clarification. During this time, he’d not only managed to enter the home, but also close the door and turn her around.

She jolted her head in three short, deliberate strokes. A few strands of hair blew out of a loose, four-times-wound bun. His fingers greeted a deep brown curl as it dropped all the way down to her jawline. As her mane tickled down the length, he was tempted by her innocence.

“Beautiful Petrina,” he confessed with little restraint.

Pet opened her mouth to speak, but words never came. Everything pointed to want, need and desire. She knew better. Knew to chase him away. Knew to worry about the neighbor’s potential for snooping. Yet her heart didn’t consider. The warning was faint, and the emotions too real.

Mikey bent to Pet’s high cheekbones and gently placed his lips on either side. He then moved further down to her cone-shaped chin and suckled. She had never before felt the pangs of lust from such a subtle extension. Before long, her hands became intertwined in his lush black hair.

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