“You’re not divers,” the bellhop who guided them to their room observed. “We seldom have guests that aren’t divers.”
“We heard that it was the best resort on the island,” Krista said.
“Oh, it is, it definitely is,” he said, opening the door to their room and leading the way in. “You have a great ocean view from here,” he said, opening the drapes and then the sliding glass doors to the balcony overlooking the ocean.
“This is very nice,” Susan said, taking a deep breath of the ocean air.
“Is this place as stuffy as Grand Cayman with the no nudity laws?” Krista asked.
“I’m afraid that it is,” the bellhop replied, “but if you really want to be topless or whatever on the beach, you can go to Spot Bay on the northeast corner of the island, after the end of road. There’s a really nice beach there, Long Beach, and everyone knows that it’s a nude beach at the far end where the bluffs begin, but nobody bothers about it because nobody causes any trouble. Now, there are gangs of local young men that hang out there hoping to meet a tourist who might be looking for a bit of excitement, so if you go there, don’t be surprised if you’re approached.”
“Thanks,” Zach said, handing him a $100 bill.
“Hey, thanks!” the bellhop said, his dark face lighting up. “And another thing, sort of a thing that is but isn’t, if you leave your door ajar, it’s a sign that you’re open to the idea of unexpected visitors. Divers seem to be pretty inclined that way more often than not.”
“Oh, I’m going to like this place,” Krista said after he had gone, a big smile on her face.
“I’m starved,” Susan said. “Can we find some lunch, then decide what to do?”
Lunch was served in the communal dining area, open to the elements, yet bathed by a cool breeze coming in right off the water. It was set up as a buffet with a daily soup and salad bar, cold-cut meats, a variety of cheeses, breads and condiments for sandwiches, a couple of hot entrees, one a fish stew and the other fish & chips. There was also a modest selection of desserts.
One thing that they offered was a broad selection of the Cayman Islands Brewery products on tap, which made Zach very happy.
“I’ve got this thing about crafted beers and ales,” he explained. “I could never drink them because I was training or I was too poor or both.”
“I’m not a big fan of beer,” Susan said, “but I’ll trust you to order something for me.”
“Why not?” Krista said, shrugging. “I’m curious to see how well you can choose what I might like.”
Accordingly, Zach ordered a Mango Tango for Susan, a lighter beer with the flavor of sweet mango with hints of fresh bread, Pirate’s Red for Krista, a deep copper-colored beer with a hint of sweet caramel and toasted gingerbread, and a Nitro Stout for himself, dark brown and creamy with a hint of milk chocolate and molasses.
“Oh, this is just marvelous,” Susan declared after she had tasted her beer.
“It is good,” Krista agreed. “But I’ll bet that they’re all good.”
“I’ll bet that they are, at least to me,” Zach agreed, “but I’d bet dollars to doughnuts that Susan would hate the one that I’ve got and that you’d say it’s okay, just not for you.”
“Okay, smartass,” Krista said, picking up his Nitro Stout and taking a sip. “Okay. It’s okay, but it’s not my thing,” she said, shaking her head as she laughed.
“Oh, my, that is simply terrible,” Susan said, coughing after tasting it. “I can’t believe that you find that enjoyable.”
“I happen to have a highly developed sense of taste,” Zach said. “Just like I know how delicious each of your pussies are, I know that this is delicious,” he said, taking a long draught before setting it down firmly, licking the creamy foam from his upper lip.
“Where are all of the people?” Krista asked, looking around at the empty dining room.
On cue, a couple entered, a slender, silver-haired man in his 60s and a pudgy, 40-ish woman with short black hair.
“You must have just arrived,” the woman said as they approached them at their table. “I’m Harriet Anchors.”
“Yes,” Susan replied, smiling. “I’m Susan.”
“I’m not a diver, neither is James,” Harriet said, indicating the man next to her. “While our spouses go diving, we…”
“Play?” Krista asked, a smile on her face as Harriet blushed slightly.
“It’s quite boring sitting on a boat for 4 hours,” Harriet replied.
“I can imagine it is,” Krista said. “None of us are divers.”
“Then why are you staying here?” Harriet asked. “This place is all about diving.”
“We were told that it’s the nicest resort on the island,” Susan replied. “We’re just looking for a place to relax.”
“Where are your rooms?” Harriet asked.
“We’re in 212,” Krista replied.
“All three of you?” James asked, the surprise in his voice matching that of his expression.
“The bed is more than big enough,” Krista replied, enjoying herself.
“Let’s get some lunch, James,” Harriet said.
“Why don’t you join us?” Krista suggested.
“He’s rather distinguished looking, wouldn’t you say?” Susan asked as Harriet and James went to the buffet.
“I suppose, though he’s a bit old for me,” Krista replied. “But that Harriet, she seems like she might be fun. Does she interest you, Zach?”
“Any woman who wants to have sex interests me,” Zach replied.
“That’s something that I really like about you, Zach,” Susan said, smiling at him. “You don’t discriminate. You really don’t care about a woman’s age, size, color, anything, do you?”
“Only that she’s legal and says yes,” Zach replied with a laugh. “It’s my blind man theory of sex; it’s all good.”
“It’s very kind of you to let us join you,” James said when he and Harriet returned from the buffet with plates of food, James sitting next to Susan.
“It’s always nice to meet new people,” Susan said. “That’s what traveling is all about in a way, isn’t it?”
“And the food and drink,” Harriet said, the reason for her pudginess evident as she inhaled her food.
“Is there anything to do here during the day other than the pool or the beach?” Krista asked.
“Not here at the resort,” James replied. “There’s not much in town to speak of, either. The island is pretty much about the ocean and diving. This is my third year here and you’re the only people that I’ve ever met that aren’t the least bit interested in diving. It’s usually one half of a couple or something that isn’t a diver.”