Charlene entered her motel room and opened the window to her seaside room. Jamaica and its beaches beckoned her. She turned to the bellboy and handed him his tip. Standing at the window, she slowly took a deep breath and relaxed. After a few minutes, she opened her purse and extracted her keys to open her suitcase. Removing her bathing suit and toiletry bag. she quickly changed into her suit and grabbed her suntan lotion. She felt like a little girl waiting to make her first sand castle.
Lying on a lounge chair, sipping a cool drink, Charlene felt the presence of someone in her sun. Shading her eyes, she looked up and was horrified at who she saw.
"What are you doing in my vacation?"
"We have to talk, and I'm not leaving until we do."
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