Author's note: Names where changed to prevent embarrassments to my friends. Any similarity to living person is purely co-incidental. A special thanks to jlo24601 for proofing and very helpful suggestions. nn*nnSunday - February 12, 2006nnIntroductionnnHi, my name is Heather. The root of this story is a ten year fantasy turning into a fabulous real life experience. This fantasy began in my junior year in high school at a sleepover. My friends and I watched a porn movie involving black guys and white girls. The fantasy became real when we took a fabulous two weeks vacation to Jamaica that changed the life style of four, single, mid-twenties females. Life will never be the same.nnSunday, February 12, 2006, 8:30 AM At the Minneapolis AirportnnDear diary:nnI cannot believe that I am sitting here in the airport writing about having my fantasy becoming a reality; that is if my information is accurate on the resort to where I and my friends are headed. nnDo you remember all the entries about my friends and about my fantasies? Well, some of my best friends and I are going to Jamaica today for two weeks with the high hope of having our fantasies actually happen.nnIt is bitter cold outside and I am wearing Levi's but underneath I have on white cotton shorts and under the shorts a white silk thong. I have on a white sweater to deal with the cold and under the sweater I am wearing a black Racer back tank. I will take the Levi's off to get more comfortable when we make a plane switch in Miami; God, the sun in Jamaica will feel so good. I will have to be careful to see that I do not burn this lily-white skin of mine. I don't want to look like a lobster my first day and suffer the rest of the vacation. I want to get a nice tan that makes everyone at home insanely jealous when I return.nnI see Amy and Jennifer coming toward the gate; you know I have written many entries about them. Remember, Amy is my best friend and people think we are twins when we are together.

My first year of college was rough in many ways. The classes were harder than I expected, the freedom was more difficult to manage, and the relationships too hard to maintain. I had kept a long distance relationship with my high school sweetheart, but it died near the end of classes. I was very depressed that summer and very lonely. I worked ridiculous overtime at two different restaurants to make money for school and I had no time for carousing with friends or looking for dates.nnIt was a chance encounter that changed my romantic prospects in a hurry. My mother had asked me to run to the mall to return a pair of shoes, I think, and I was tired from working late the previous night. I stomped through the mall, barely looking up as I passed the teeming throngs of people. When I did look up, I wished I hadn’t.nnI recognized immediately a guy from my high school, Kyle. He wasn’t my friend, but was close to a few of my other friends, so we knew each other. He was completely annoying. I hate to label myself as a homophobe or even as being prejudiced against homosexuals, but he just gave me the creeps. He wasn’t just gay, he was Broadway showgirl gay, loud and sassy and all about being gay. It just bugged me to be around him and I had no desire to chat with the guy here in the mall.nnI averted my gaze quickly and tried to ignore him as we passed, but I was recognized by the person walking with him. In my haste to ignore Kyle I had not noticed that he was walking with someone. A hand caught my shirt and my eyes swung up to see Jane, a girl I knew from school.nnJane had been a year behind me in school though she was only a few months younger than me. She was a pretty little thing with a bright, joyful smile and infections good nature.

Big Mama asked me: "Are you gonna have a problem with killing a friend of yours?" "Depends on which friend."nn"A Yakuza gang member on the management fast track." nn"It's not a woman, is it? I've got enough contracts out on me without the government getting in on the act." The Government of Greater Good frowns on killing females, but men are fair game. nn"C'mon, Aaron, you know the only place the Yakuza has in its ranks for a woman is as a bed warmer."nnI smiled, "They're not as liberal as the Organizatsiya." Quite the contrary, the Russian mafia employs women the way the KBG used to carry a large roster of femme fatales.nnBig Mama twisted the cap off a new bottle of Dasani water. Her pronounced neck muscles worked when she tipped it back. She set it down on her desk half empty. I swallowed dryly.nn"Aren't you going to offer a guest any of that?" nnI drink all the chemical beer I want, but these days you drink all the fresh water you can scrounge. nnShe snatched up the bottle before I could reach for it. "You're not a guest, you're an employee," she reminded me.nn"Part time at best," I sighed. "Which one of my friends needs to be rendered null and void?"nn"It's not a woman.

We'd arrived on this wonderful, beautiful, fantasy island at night, unfortunately. The feeling when that wave of heat struck you was wonderful- you knew you had truly arrived, that you had certainly left cold rainy England far far behind.nnSo the first impressions were it was hot- so hot, and noisy! The insects were playing their strings, it seemed, as if they were all trying to outdo one another to impress you most. Wonderful. nnSuch a shame it was night, and dark, so aside from the artificial lighting, there really wasn't much to see. Also, you got to walk off the plane- no suspended walkway, no trucks coming to meet you, you got of the plane and walked to where the passport control and customs were.nnThe steel band was there, of course, well, the solitary steel drummer, still smiling away, but in a slightly more forlorn way than their chief of Tourism would have wanted- but who cares? We were in the Caribbean! nnCold beers, beaches, beauties, rum, turquoise waters, mini mokes (the little jeep type rental cars) ahh- how much better than this could it get?nnWell, lots better- I could have my best mate in the world with me. Look left. Check – best mate in the whole wide world. Sweet.nnIt could be free- look down at hand, see the letter of employment from the research institute- check – free! Well, food, accommodation, flights, some living expenses- plenty for two small time wanna-be alcoholics. Besides we both loved rum – so what better place to work? nnOh, the work. Yeah, well, it was going to be really tough work, but for the few months we were there, I guess we could get over it. nnPretty shitty though, being paid to scuba-dive around the island, on the pretence of researching the pollution effects of the tourism industry on the natural flora and fauna of the sea.