Pandemic

By Terrence Aubrey

This is a book that I wrote and published some years ago while living in Spain and is a work of pure fiction. Only recently has it become a brutal and harsh reality. Whilst within my story a cure was found, albeit from an unprobable source. At the moment ad despite the efforts of many a cure or deterent against the virus has not yet been found. We can only hope and pray that some means of trradicating the virus is soon found irrespective of where that cure comes from and what it might be. Ultymately where that cure comes from and what it consists of is unimportant, the cure the only thing of importance.Despite having written a book describing more or less what is now happening worldwide I am no less shocked than everyone else. It seems that in the mean time we must avoid each other like the plague and quite litterally so.. Take care and God bless each of you, Terrence Aubrey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Terrence Aubrey
• Release date: Apr 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393574392

Book preview

Pandemic

What are the risks of a Worldwide Pandemic actually happening?

On a Richter scale of one to one hundred how high is the risk of a pandemic sweeping the World in the twenty first century? In a word huge, life on earth has fast evolved but within the confines of a one dimensional direction and due to our desire for ever greater material fulfilment. Mega cities housing millions, transport systems designed to get people to their places of work as efficiently as possible and towering office blocks within which thousands work are now the norm. Many come into vague contact with hundreds and sometimes thousands of total strangers on a daily basis.

Added to that must be considered the international travel that we now take for granted. Our desire to be somewhere else is best summed up by a Russian phrase. The best places to be are those where we are not.

In terms of international flight we submit ourselves to share cylindrical tubes with hundreds of people we do not know. Have you ever worried, as you fly to some exotic destination or other about the recycled air you are breathing in? If you have ever suffered a flight where a guy four rows in front of you is suffering a stinking cold you will know what I’m talking about. Air flight is an extreme example of course, but we have chosen to live within crammed environments not so different from laboratory rats. Trains, busses metro systems and mega shopping malls and open plan offices are but examples. Within each of these environments we breathe in, however diluted, the filtered and recycled and expelled breath of complete strangers and on a regular basis. What if on your next flight one passenger was exhaling an airborne virus with the devastating capability to kill and even worse, spread like wildfire a scary thought no? Welcome to Pandemic where a so called worst case scenario is shown to be not only an understatement, a vague possibility, but actually happens. I doubt that I need to point out that this book is completely and totally a work of fiction, though what the human race is currently suffering in only to real. Given the efforts now being directed to finding a cure to the pandemic now seemingly afflicting the planet worldwide we can only hope and pray that it will be sooner rather than later. Whilst in danger of over stating the purely fictional nature of this book it is wholly the creation of my imagination and nothing more. Take care and do that which you need to do to keep yourselves and your loved ones safe and free of the virus.

Chapter One

A young man with a plan

John Bollinger was the only child that his mother would bear and due to medical complications. His parents were hard working atypical Yorkshire folk and John followed in their footsteps. That his parents would never be wealthy, barring a lottery win bothered neither of them in the least. On the contrary they felt blessed and were more than happy with their lot. While John would be their only son he more than made up for their inability to have more. They were very proud of him, he was polite, respectful, always received good grades at school and often praise from his teachers. His headmaster considered him to be smart enough for University, one of his most promising pupils and shared that fact with his parents on several occasions.

John Bollinger was in fact a young man with not only a plan but the dogged determination to make it happen. That he would go on to become renowned worldwide was something he was blissfully unaware of, though that was for the best. John Bollinger did in fact achieve the grades to gain a university place at Lancaster and chose to study commercial law. He was a little over six feet tall, by the age of twenty and determined rather than ambitious. He looked after himself as much to stay fit as maintain his form and was a keen jogger, averaging five miles most days.

While both his parents and close friends had urged him to become a lawyer, he’d had his own ideas. From the online research he’d carried out he’d determined that commercial insurance could be a successful career for those at the top of the tree and that was where he intended to be.

He returned to Leeds during the summer breaks and secured employment at a small firm of insurance brokers within the town centre. It was through necessity, his parents far from wealthy, not that it was something he resented. He was as proud of his parents as they were of him, each of them good, hardworking Yorkshire folk rich in both generosity and spirit.

Now aged twenty two he’d achieved more than passable results in the field of commercial law at Lancaster University and while both his parents and close friends had again urged him to become a lawyer, he had stuck with his own ideas having inherited his father’s stubborn streak. At a little over six tall and enjoying average build and looks he’d melded seamlessly into the outfit in central Leeds, but knew he could do better, much better.

Once he’d obtained his degree he sent out dozens of job applications, together with his curriculum vitae. He in fact wrote to each of the major insurance companies within the United Kingdom, the head offices of many based in the greater London area. The first to respond was the Welbeck Insurance group of companies and he wasted no time in responding. He’d applied for a very senior position within the well known insurance companies head office, based within the financial heart of London. The fact that they had responded almost immediately gave him added encouragement and only solidified his determination to pursue his dream.

John was owed free time from his employer in Leeds and two days later caught a train to London, his interview the following morning. His overnight hotel cost him a small fortune, but he was determined to present himself to the best of his ability. The interview went well, or so he thought and the suite of offices within which the interview was conducted spoke volumes. While understated, both the décor and furnishings reflected a solid and successful company. Much like John Bollinger the Welbeck Insurance group and grown from humble beginnings, a single office in Shoreditch, he’d done his homework. They had grown steadily over the years, both quietly and with caution, eventually overtaking much of the competition. They were currently rated the fifth most important insurance company in Great Britain, in terms of turnover, but were in no hurry to advance from that position. It was yet another aspect of the company that had appealed to him, it was clearly not from a lack of ambition, more a continuation of the caution they had exercised from their humble beginnings.

The interview went well, or so he thought and John Bollinger returned to Leeds in good spirits that same day and with growing feelings of optimism. Was he an overly ambitious person, he asked himself on the train ride back to Leeds and suffering feelings of self doubt, something he was not accustomed too. He thought not, only he had been determined to make the most of his talent and abilities and from a young age. Unknown to him and perhaps for the best he would eventually become World famous, though it was not related to his chosen profession, far from it. He was pleasantly surprised to receive an email confirming that he had been chosen for the vacancy the following morning; the snail mail would soon follow. The official and printed confirmation of his successful application to join the Welbeck Insurance group in London came through two days later.

The position he’d applied for was within the upper tier of management. The fact that the sky was the limit in terms of promotion was what had inspired him to apply for the position and he felt elated. His lifelong dream; supported by his dogged determination was slowly but surely falling into place; something that deserved celebrating.

He had a four week break before starting with his new employers and having saved much of his income from his work in Leeds he decided to book a holiday. He wanted it to be a special holiday, one that would reflect both the fact that he was about to begin the rest of his life, together with the fact that his life plan had begun to fall into place. He choose as his destination what he hoped would be exotic choice, Cuba. It was not a frivolous move, more a celebration. He was determined to dedicate himself to his new position as studiously as he had his university studies when he got back. When he would next enjoy a vacation was well down his list of priorities. Given his destination of choice he’d need to fly from Heathrow airport London, the train ride but a minor inconvenience; he was setting off for what might well prove to be the holiday of a lifetime. As in Yorkshire the leaden grey clouds that filled the skies above London seemed low, very low. They seemed almost to sit upon some of the high rise buildings in the capital and that was what he was looking forward to leaving behind, at least for a month.

The airport was packed and seemingly with people from all over the World, did everyone want to be somewhere else he wondered whimsically? Due to the heavy rain and poor visibility his flight was delayed as were many others, in his case for two hours, but it was not a problem for him, he was in no hurry after all. It was closer to three hours  by the time the massive Boeing took off and straight into some serious turbulence. He was far from a frequent flyer, this only his second flight, though he overcame his feelings of nervousness, as he had overcome most hurdles and upsets in his life; through sheer determination.

Within minutes of taking off they were in clear blue skies and looking down , he’d chosen a window seat, could see that the grey clouds covered the country for as far as he could see. He saw the irony; England was a county that suffered grey skies for much of the year, yet not so far above was the sunshine and clear blue skies. He glanced around at his fellow passengers as he headed to the toilets, they were a mixed bunch and shared, he suspected, an average age of between thirty and sixty. That the plane was fully occupied had been a surprise to him, he’d expected Cuba to be an unusual choice for a vacation and very few amongst the passengers looked like businessmen.

He settled himself down once the Boeing had achieved its flying altitude of thirty three thousand feet. Hopefully he’d get some sleep, the flight was a long one and his destination still lay many hours ahead. He was lucky and slept through much of the flight, only awakened by the flight attendant as they approached Cuba. The contrast to the grey skies of England was his first observation as the Boeing 747 began to lose altitude. The skies were cloudless, in fact much the same colour as the Caribbean Sea below. He allowed his feelings of anticipation and expectation free reign, why not such feelings, coupled with determination had served him well in life so far.

He’d booked a package deal, easily the cheapest option and was booked into a three star hotel in the centre of Havana as part of the package. Even better he would be met at the airport and taken to the hotel, all included within the deal. He shared the minibus with three fellow brits, all older than him. Anna and Rod were he guessed in their thirties and celebrating their honeymoon and Brad, perhaps in his forties was like him taking a well earned break from his job in the city, he was a banker he eventually learnt and with one of the bigger banks.

Colourful, exotic, hot and humid best summed up his chosen destination, everything that he hoped it would be. He’d made no plans, happy to take things as they came, though soaking up the sun and enjoying the beaches would be a priority, at least initially.

His first few days in Havana the capital of Cuba passed in a colourful and fun filled whirl, the sea unbelievably warm, the skies a deep shade of blue and the sunsets stunning and the people friendly, he was even gaining a suntan! He saw little of his fellow travellers and knew no Spanish, but many of the young people he met in the local bars knew a little English and were keen to learn more. There was a sizable plaza within walking distance of his hotel and that was where he spent his evenings. There was a big choice of bars, restaurants and cafés and he gravitated towards those frequented by people closer to his age. He gradually came to know many of the people he met all students and pleased to have the opportunity to practise their English and he quickly fell head over heels for one young lady in particular, Rosy was her name. She was in his opinion stunningly beautiful and three years younger than him at nineteen. She was six inches shorter than him, was perfectly proportioned, unusually pretty and her he found her big and dark brown eyes particularly attractive. Rosy told him that she would soon begin studying medicine at the local university. They seemed to gel and fast during his first week in Havana and he quickly learnt that she was far more liberal than the handful of girls he’d dated in Yorkshire. Within three days she was sharing his hotel room and far more as well. While he had three years over her in terms of sexual maturity sshe was way ahead of him. He was a more than willing student and was soon enjoying her in ways that were very new to him, disguising that fact well, or so he hoped. For Rosy his lack of experience was something she found cute. It fitted with the stereo type image she had of the English.

The days and nights passed in a whirl, the days on the beach and the nights out on the town. Rosy took control of his wellbeing on the beach and had told him exactly which sun protection and after sun lotions to buy. She also coated him liberally with the sun protection during the day and through her efforts he was gaining a tan and avoiding the sunburn.

The same applied once they returned to the hotel. They would share a shower and once dry she would coat him languidly with the after sun lotion and more. She was easily the most sensual and sexual open girl he’d yet met, the application of the sun protection always evolving into something else, something he was increasingly coming to enjoy.

He particularly liked the historic centre of Havana and the huge plaza surrounded by bars and restaurants within its heart; it throbbed with a vibrancy and vitality that seemed to match the climate. Equally the warm night air was always sweetly scented, flowers in bloom just about everywhere.

He’d taken Rosy shopping on their third afternoon together; she seemed to have only a very limited wardrobe. Rosy was openly thrilled and physically expressing her gratitude seemed to know exactly where to go and he was more than happy to follow her. He was pleasantly surprised at the low prices and equally pleased at her choices, both the skirts and vests she opted for were both stylish daring in their own way. That night and after another glorious day on the beach Rosy dressed to please both him and herself, their destination again the plaza. She looked absolutely stunning, as far as John was concerned and it was at least forty minutes before they set off, a very enjoyable forty minutes. The skirt she’d chosen, off white was daringly short and showed off her bronzed, toned and slender legs perfectly. To compliment it she wore one of the low slung and loose fitting white vests he’d bought her earlier. John was in love he soon realised and for the first time ever. While he’d enjoyed a string of girlfriends in Yorkshire he’d never before felt like this! Several of Rosy’s friends called her way as they strolled aimlessly past the bars and restaurants, John having met some of them previously, while Rosy waved to each of them she seemed to have a specific destination in mind. John was more than happy to go with it, he was a stranger in a strange land after all and was still acclimatising and not only to the climate, but everything. He was finding Cuba even more exotic and colourful than the travel brochures had indicated. He heard before he saw the bar that Rosy was clearly heading towards, the music familiar and little different to that played in downtown Leeds at the weekends. The bar was packed, in fact heaving and full of  people of around their age. He was surprised when Rosy led him inside, reaching the bar a seemingly impossible feat. Not only did she manage it, but with style, she was clearly well known. Those behind the bar also knew her well and she was soon leading him back out off the bar a cocktail in each of their hands. They were lucky, found an empty table, surrounded by a sea of more tables moistly occupied. It was clearly a popular bar amongst those around their age.

What is this, it’s delicious, John asked her on taking a sip.

It’s called Mojito, a traditional low alcohol cocktail, she told him and predates the arrival of the white man. The white man, John was taken aback by the expression, sure Rosy, as most Cuban’s enjoyed a deeply bronzed colour, but she was hardly black! John was highly aware that Rosy was sat very revealingly before him once he began to relax. The fact that she was clearly unbothered dissuaded him from saying anything, what business was it of his anyway he barely knew her? He suspected he was far from alone in admiring her charms, her deeply bronzed legs highlighting the white panties she had only recently bought. As the night progressed Rosy became ever more affectionate and loving and John began to experience depths of emotion that were new to him, was he falling in love with her and after so little time, he began to wonder. What he did know was that he’d never before felt this depth of feeling before?

The following days passed quickly, too quickly and they settled into a rhythm. Wake up, make love, shower, take coffee and a light breakfast in one of the many café’s then go to the beach. John was already boasting the deepest tan he’d ever yet had. How they spent the evenings varied, but it was invariably outdoors, the Cuban’s seemed to live out doors, particularly during the warm and humid evenings. Entire families from young children to grandparents seemed content to simply sit outside of their small and modest and invariably white washed houses to simply watch the World go by. John realised that it was not unlike the people of Yorkshire during the so brief summer months. That his feelings for Rosy were intensifying at break neck speed was something new to him and completely overriding the normally calculated and ordered life style he`d adopted and from an unusually young age. Better still it seemed to be mutual, something that encouraged him still further. Despite the intensity of his emotions and the orderly style of life he was accustomed to his growing feeling towards her did not disappear, though what future did they have? He began to consider the options available to them, only one making any sense, from John´s perspective, he´d invite her too England, but only when the time seemed right.

They only enjoyed one other night in the plaza and it was as crowded and lively as ever. Rosy had suggested they travel south to a special place she knew of and he offered no resistance, her description of what she described as her secret paradise was more than persuasive. That Rosy was feeling amorous as they enjoyed the ambience was more than clear to him, John feeling much the same and he thanked his luck. While he hoped for a special and exotic vacation before starting off upon his career he´d not included a holiday romance within his expectations. His vacation to an exotic island was proving to be ever more exotic by the day. Whilst more than overjoyed by the depth of feeling he felt towards her and even happier that it seemed to be mutual, only one thing continued to bug him, what future did they have? He knew that as far as Rosy was concerned he´d need to set aside the ordered and pre-planed existence that had to date served him so well. No in that respect he and Rosy were as chalk and cheese, complete opposites, Rosy seemed to live in the moment to the exclusion of all else and it seemed just fine, only he wished he could emulate her in that respect doubting that he could already looking to the future and the career that he’d devoted himself towards

Chapter Two

The trip to Paradise

It was on Rosy’s suggestion that they took the bus trip south to her home town Bantamo, though she did forewarn him, it would take the best part of the day. She knew that if they continued a little further south they could take a short ferry trip to visit the northern tip of the neighbouring island of Haiti. It was she told him totally unspoilt and exotic. He was more than game; the thought of spending time with Rosy on an exotic island more than appealing. The trip south was an education, at least for John. While the country was clearly not wealthy the people seemed much happier and contented than those in London, or Yorkshire, perhaps it was due to the climate was his eventual conclusion and only later would he learn that the Latino’s in general were a cheerful bunch despite the seemingly widespread poverty that many seemed to suffer. He realised that he was only thinking in terms of money, in all other respects most seemed more than happy with their lot.

Dry, dusty and colourful summed up the rural areas as far as he could see, though how people were able to cope with the heat as they toiled in the fields was beyond him. He realised that the same could be said of the Yorkshire farmers that worked in their fields during sub zero temperatures and torrential rain. People, the human race was clearly very adaptable. That he was slowly falling in love with Rosy he was becoming increasingly sure of, even though it was an emotion that was new to him. Despite the heat Rosy cuddled up to him ever more tightly. It was an emotion that he had only previously experienced fleetingly, if ever, but it felt pretty good to him. Romance was something else he’d sacrificed at the altar of his life plan and it had been a willing trade as far as he was concerned. The fact was he was enjoying his time with Rosy increasingly and their lovemaking was becoming ever more adventurous, was that love? They had slowly gravitated to heavy petting during their brief but intense courtship and he found himself growing ever fonder of her. Now enjoying their close proximity he realised that he was increasingly lusting after her, a rare emotion in his orderly and predetermined life to date. So far she had offered little resistance to his advances and he allowed his imagination free reign.

Unknown to him their destination was very close to Guantanamo Bay an American enclave within Cuba in which they kept terrorists without bothering with the inconvenience of a trial. Rosy never mentioned it, it was a sore point amongst Cubans and he was blissfully ignorant of that fact. It was something he’d only realise once he’d returned home. The bus they took for the trip south was both old and in poor shape, but seemed to be functioning just fine, though slow and it took most of the day to reach their destination. The sun already sinking by the time they reached a dilapidated bus station in a small and dusty town. It reminded John of the kind of run down towns he’d seen in the old spaghetti westerns. Rosy suggested that they overnight in a nearby Tavern, John easy, still feeling like a stranger in a strange land. The place she led him towards looked to be in need of a coat of paint at the very least, but he said nothing. It was not so bad, he discovered once they’d checked in. The room they were led towards was clean but simple, but had all that they needed, even a coffee maker and the ingredients. They each enjoyed a few hours sleep once settled, the long drive south having tired them even though they had expended next to no energy. Rosy dressed modestly, by her current standards once they’d shared a shower, a mid thigh skirt and a tight fitting white vest. They were both hungry, sandwiches and fruit juice all that had been available on the bus and finding a place to eat was their first priority. John enjoyed what Rosy told him was a typical Cuban meal, rice, beans and a mix of vegetables swimming within a spicy sauce. He was pleased to tell her he liked it, while simple it was surprisingly tasty. They then retired to the air conditioned bar for a couple of Mojito’s, clearly a national drink. Both still feeling a little weary, they returned to their room early it had been a long hot and dusty day. Despite their shared feelings of weariness they made love tenderly, before falling asleep with their limbs entwined. John’s thoughts as sleep took him were sweet ones, he was, he was surely, enjoying the holiday of a lifetime and beyond his wildest dreams.

Rosy woke him quite early the following morning and with a shower of soft and childlike kisses to his face, she was feeling excited she had not been to what she regarded as her secret little bit of paradise in an age now. Once showered and dressed they headed downstairs to enjoy breakfast. It was another new dish as far as John was concerned and again tasty; it was effectively a mix of chopped salad lightly fried together with an egg. They washed it down with cooled orange juice then coffee, a style of coffee that John had come to love. He was pleasantly surprised when he settled the bill, on checking out of the Tavern, one dollar fifty for both the room and breakfast!

Not unlike the bus station the nearby ferry boat was far from new and in dire need of a lick of paint. Even so the short trip was perfect, Rosy showing him increasing affection as their destination drew ever closer. The sea was so clear, unlike any sea or ocean he’d yet experienced and teaming with sea life. The thousands of fish he could clearly see below them were so colourful, exotic in fact; a variation of the type people within England stocked their aquariums with.

Their fellow passengers climbed aboard a waiting bus when they docked at a simple jetty and Rosy took his hand and led him across the beach purposely. The sand was almost white and very fine, quite unlike any sand he’d previously known. The same was true of the backdrop, a mass of lush and dark green vegetation that stretched inland as far as he could see in any direction. They had been walking for perhaps ten minutes beneath the hot sun when Rosy pulled up, she wanted to cool down in the sea did he want to join her? She didn’t wait for a reply before stripping off the few clothes she wore, with the exception of her panties, before running into the inviting turquoise coloured sea and the startlingly white surf. He quickly joined her, already sweating profusely and striping down to his briefs dashed across the hot sand to join her. He could barely believe how warm the water was, almost as warm as tepid bathwater, but it was the warm welcome she gave him that affected him most, literally leaping onto him and clinging to him like a limpet.

Rosy reminded him of a suntan add as they splashed each other and her golden all over tan seemed to be deepening almost by the moment and she looked even more attractive as the sea water ran down her body. Barely pausing she drew him closer in a tight hug and he was aware of both her hard nipples pressing against him and his own growing hardness. She reached beneath the water to rest her hand against him, her eyes not leaving his and a cheeky grin lighting up her face as she did so. He felt his desire for her growing and quite literally so and they stayed as they were; locked into each other’s embrace for what seemed an age. It was in fact scant moments, until she led him to shallower water. She then stepped out her panties and without any hint of shyness, before helping John out of his briefs. She laughed, a wholesome sound, as he looked around nervously, there was not a soul in sight.

John felt somewhat embarrassed at holding out for scant moments before his excitement overtook him, but Rosy reassured him, telling him that it was but a test run. They eventually continued on their way naked and carrying their clothes and towels, John frequently looking around nervously as they did so and causing Rosy to frequently suffer fits of giggling. She was quite a giggly young girl he realised and it only added to her attraction. No while there was not a soul in sight, being naked in broad daylight was not something he was unaccustomed to. That Rosy was, was more relaxed in her nudity than he was; was more than clear to see. He again realised that he’d struck lucky; Rosy easily the most beautiful girl he’d ever yet had success with and the most liberal also and by a wide mile!

It was maybe fifteen minutes before Rosy told him they were nearly at their destination and he spotted a narrow inlet not far ahead of them. As they drew closer he saw that the inlet had been created by a small river, or wide stream. A little surprised he looked inland, yes there did seem to be a range of hills in the far distance. As they drew closer he realised that Rosy had truly found hers own little bit of a paradise! It was truly beautiful and would easily put to shame most of the tantalising photos in most travel broachers. Rosy clearly knew the area well and he asked her how often she visited the place. She again laughed, she seemed to laugh a lot; another attractive feature; before she told him that she came here whenever she could.

With boys, he asked her, regretting he’d asked her almost immediately.

No usually alone, she told him, seemingly unaffected by his prying, but sometimes with girlfriends.

Always naked, he asked again embarrassing himself, though she again seemed not to notice. 

Of course naked; who needs clothes in a place like this, She told him almost admonishingly and leading him inland just a little way.

Spreading their towels upon the warm and fine sand Rosy held him in a tight hug and he found himself again hardening. Their second coupling was exquisite and for John at least it was easily the most intense lovemaking he’d yet enjoyed in his life and it seemed to last forever.

Once they’d each recovered Rosy urged him to his feet and they ran back to the nearby surf; diving into the water once knee deep and it felt pretty much perfect.

They spent the afternoon caressing each other with either their mouths hands and fingertips, swimming and making love, Rosy even seemed to enjoy it when having caressed him to orgasm with her mouth she seemed happy to take what he gave her. It was another first for him and something he knew he would like to repeat. They spent a little time swimming in the river after one such coupling and he admitted that he’d never before swum in such clear and warm water. It was all Rosy had ever known and she told him so, while Rosy chose to relax in the shade of a massively leaved exotic shrubs and trees. John spent much of the time in the warm water of the stream.

He could scarcely believe the number of brightly coloured fish swimming both around and beneath him, there seemed to be thousands of them. The fish showed no fear of him at all; even when he dived deeper to swim amongst them, As Rosy told him later that evening that the fish had no reason to fear him, few if any humans used the small cove and they knew nothing of mankind’s brutal ways. He spotted a massive red crab further down the stream and closer to the sea, something he would not approach, it looked particularly vicious. During one of his many visits to the stream he stepped on something soft and squidgy, not a pleasant experience. He tried to see what it was when he climbed from the stream, but saw nothing and then examined his foot. Other than the fact it felt a little itchy there was nothing to see. He then diverted his attention to his still sleeping beauty, she was not only stunningly beautiful, but clearly lived in the moment, something that seemed to be coming increasingly rare, at least in England.

It was soon time to set back much to Johns disappointment, he’d dressed hours earlier and at Rosy’s insistence, he was becoming red, sunburnt. Even Rosy had caught the Sun and was now even more deeply bronzed. Rosy only dressed when they were quite close to the Jetty, seemingly unbothered that others would see her so and even then wrapped her panties around one wrist. John thought it almost a statement when they eventually climbed aboard the small boat. John realized that he was becoming increasingly smitten by her as they took the short trip back to Cuba. He was equally conscious that within a few days he would have to leave. It was not a thought that he relished at all, despite his previous excitement of beginning his new job. What had begun as a holiday in an exotic location to mark the beginning of a career he had devoted his life to achieving had evolved into something else entirely. Rosy was easily the most beautiful, exotic and free spirited girl he’d ever yet met and their lovemaking had been beyond anything he’d previously known. That leaving her was going to be hard he knew, maybe she could visit him in London at his expense? He’d suggest it to her when the time seemed right, sure she would have some half term breaks or something coming up sooner or later.

They returned to Havana on the overnight bus and spent much of the time asleep. Three days left, was John’s first thought when he checked into the hotel, Rosy at his side, just three days. Despite having spent most of the time sleeping during the journey north they both headed to bed once they’d showered. They made love languidly each enjoying the act rather than through any feelings of need for fulfilment. John’s final thought before sleep took him was that he’d enjoyed more sex during his short time with Rosy than during the rest of his life combined and even better it was easily the best sex he’d ever yet experienced. When he quickly fell asleep it was with a smile upon his lips. John woke early the following morning and feeling refreshed. He felt appreciative of the level of luxury the hotel afforded after their three day jaunt south. He glanced at Rosy, still sleeping soundly. Once he’d taken a long and refreshing shower; he again examined his foot it was still itching, but he could still see nothing. He’d awoken with quite an appetite they had barely eaten during the past twenty four hours and leaning over her he began to gently kiss her closed eyelids. Rosy quickly awoke and again with a smile upon her face and that she was a happy young girl more than clear to see.

Feeling hungry, he asked her?

For you, or food, she asked him with a cheeky, but open smile lighting up her face, a face that he was increasingly coming to love.

Both if you wish, but can we eat first I’m ravenous, Rosy showed not a hint of shyness at being naked before him as she head to the bathroom. The fact that they were becoming increasing confident with each other gave him a warm feeling. He’d take her shopping again, he decided, she’d enjoyed it last time and the stuff was remarkably cheap. The hotel had a self service buffet and while he loaded his plate generously Rosy settled on a few pieces of fruit, a banana the most substantial item, no wonder she was so slim; the definition of slim petite, he then realised. Rosy was thrilled when he told her that he’d like to take her shopping again, throwing herself at him affectionately.

It’s very early can we enjoy some fun first, Rosy suggested. They did and for hours and it was close to midday before they eventually stepped out into the warm sunshine and the sweetly fragrant air. Rosy asked him what he wanted her to buy once they’d drawn near to the shopping area and taking him aback as she did so. He explained it was his treat for her and that she must choose whatever she wanted.

Again the shops seemed remarkably cheap given the quality of the stuff on offer. He’d set the figure of thirty pounds sterling for this the second of their shopping trips, it was it seemed a small fortune in Cuban peso’s. While very pleased for the joy the shopping trip gave her, he was not much of a fan of shopping par say and it seemed to take her an age in choosing that which she wanted. It was due in part to the fact that she wanted to model everything before him, even the panties; shy she most certainly wasn’t several of the shops quite busy. That Rosy was a happy girl young girl was again more than clear to him as they went in search of a place to eat, it was already well past midday. He was pleased for her, she’d bought six pairs of panties, six skirts of varying styles and colour and more vests; these a tighter fit. John had been shocked when he’d paid for all; it had cost less than twenty five British pounds and that including the new sandals she’d chosen! It was late afternoon when they returned to the hotel and bed; they’d rest up in preparation for