Then we were off. I tried to nap, laying my head against the mountain of luggage around me. It worked for a bit, until we stopped in a town about a half hour out of Antigua and picked up a local girl who looked to be about 16, wearing a thin-strapped, midriff-baring pink tank top with a pair of frayed cut-off jean shorts. She was demurely sucking a Chupa Chup lollipop when she hopped in the front passenger seat, gave the driver a kiss on the cheek and settled into the crook of his right arm, the hand of which was now wrapped around her waist instead of the steering wheel. Continue reading
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