Trip to Jamaica (Part 4: Beach)

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"Why unuh deh in di road?" A car finally came up to see us in the road.

Why are you in the road?

We explained the situation to them, so they helped us out with moving the crocodile.

"Well, mi havi guh call police fi come look pon dis." The person dialed on their phone.

I'll have to call the police to look at this.

"Why must the police be involved?" I was confused.

"Di crocodile was killed, which is illegal over ere." I elbowed Pico.

"Well, thank you for your assistance, have a good day." We got back in the car to head to the beach.

"We're here!" We arrived at the entrance of the beach, going inside to see the many buildings that were there along with food shacks and people selling toys.

"Over there, that looks like a good spot." We found a good spot close to the sea, so we parked the car.

"Where do we change? I don't see any changing shacks around." I walked around the area, not noticing that I bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I wasn't watching where I was going!" The young girl apologized to me.

"It's okay, I wasn't watching where I was going either. Are you here by yourself?" I asked her.

"No, I came with my church group. We come here on Sundays each month." She pointed over to a group of people with children, teenagers and adults.

"Oh, do you perhaps know where we can get changed?" I pointed to the others behind me.

"Well we use that building over there. I'm not going to change though." I noticed that most of the persons were in the water.

"Why's that?" She held her stomach.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that dear."

"It's okay, what is your name ma'am?" She asked.

"I'm Claire, what's yours."

"I'm Chika, pleasure to meet you." She smiled at me.

She led us over to the building, so me and the girls went in to change as Whitty and the boys got changed on the outside.

"There!" I zipped up the jacket past my chest.

"Claire, if it stays there it's going to pop off. Bring it below your chest." Carol pulled it back down.

"I know, I just don't know how I feel about wearing it like this. I don't want to draw any attention to myself." I covered my chest.

"You'll be fine, you have us with you." Girlfriend put a hand on my shoulder.

"Plus, Whitty will deal with any pervert that comes near you." Suzy laughed.

"You're right, let's go have fun." Leaving the building, we joined the boys on the outside.

"Oh wow..." Of course if you're at the beach you have to expect half naked people, but Whitty being shirtless was too much for me, making my face red.

Whitty's eyes gazed on me, causing his face to turn red as well.

"Damn Claire, you look good in the swimsuit!" Tony complimented me.

"Thank you." I smiled at him.

I swore I saw Whitty glare at Tony.

"Whitty, he was just complimenting me. You don't have to be jealous, I love you and only you." I hugged his arm to calm him down.

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