My name is Lisa.My name is Lisa. I am an investment banker with a large firm in Chicago. Recently, my employer sent me on a vacation trip to Jamaica. I needed some time to unwind, and boy did I ever. I arrived on the island in the afternoon and decided to take a walk on the beach. The breeze was warm against my face, the sand felt like baby powder between my toes and the water was clear blue as far as my eyes could see. Down the beach l noticed a black Labrador chasing a Frisbee, The dog would retrieve the Frisbee and bring it back to a black woman. I kept walking down the beach, and l found the Frisbee at my feet. I bent down to pick it up and throw it back, but the woman was already in front of me. With a heavy Jamaican accent, she said, "Hello." I said, "Hi, here is your Frisbee. God, that is one beautiful dog." She said, "Thank you. His name is Sidney and mine is Jasmine, What is yours?" "My name is Lisa. I'm here on vacation. Are you?" She replied, "No, I live here, just down the beach," Jasmine and l talked for a while, finding we had a lot in common. Jasmine was five foot eight with a nice body. She had curves that l don't have and her neon-green, one-piece bathing suit flattered her striking green eyes. |