It was about a year ago now; it was *in the summertime*
when it happened. It was *nice and lovely*, the sun, the beautiful beaches,
it was like *my dream* has come true. We where *all virgins* at the time,
we thought its *not fair*, why do all the *sexy body girls* get all
that *tender love*? We where on a *mission*, to find us some *island lover*’s,
but I didn’t want just any *bedroom bounty hunter*, I wanted
*something different*. Well *John Doe* was his name. *Jenny* told me
that I shouldn’t start*soldering* with a *finger smith*, but I didn’t
listen to her, I’ve always been a bit of a *freaky girl*
so it didn’t really matter. Anyway by now I was totally hooked
on my *hot shot*, and he had muscles to die for. I just *love how them flex*.
It must have been *lust* because I found my self-saying “*thank you lord*”,
in side of my head all day. It was about eight when he decided to put
on some reggae music. It was the* perfect song*, although *we never danced
to the rub-a-dub sound* before, I still liked it. It was then after the song
had finished that he said, “*follow me*”. All night I had been
thinking, “when are going to *get down to it*?” but as I was starting
to walk up stairs with him. I began thinking, “*why me lord*” instead.
*Oh Carolina* what have you gotten your self into this time?
When we had got to the top of the stairs he start going on how, *lately*
he had seen my *angel* face and *hope*d that he could have a *piece of my
heart*. And continued on saying, “The *joy you bring* to me my little
*chica bonita*”. I knew he was a bit of a *wildfire*
but I didn’t know my so-called *midnight lover* was going to be saying
“*woman a pleasure me*” just like that. I heard him mumbling
to himself “*think ah so it go*… or is it like that now?
OK right” “*gal yu a pepper*” was the last thing I heard come
out of his mouth before the pain started. He could see the look
of concern on my face and said “*hey love, leave it to me*.
I asked him “*how much more*, will it have to be?” he said,
“*soon be done*” then there was a long purse till I heard him say,
“*The train is coming*.” “*Ah-E-A-Oh*” was the only noise that
came from my mouth, as at that point I was still a little shocked at what
I had done. I got all the *way back home*, to find out that my parents had
plans to spend *Christmas in Jamaica*. Later one that night I called my
Jamaican lover, and asked him “*why you treat me so bad?
*” He just snarled and said, “*give thanks and praise*!” “Anyhow
what are you complaining about I saw you *jump and rock*, you liked it.
” I was*keep’n it real*, well until now, but *it wasn’t me* so I hung
up. My dad walked in, in a huff. Started going off how he thought that Jen
was going to look after me. He had listened to my phone conversation.
So I start pleeing to him “*Forgive them Father*, Forgive them,
it was my own fault.” He just stood there saying “Oh what a *day Oh*”.

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