The warm breeze barely made the flags flutter on the tiny Carribean Island where two vacationing university students from Wyoming, blonde haired blue eyed Lynnie and dark haired brown eyed Jo lay sun bathing in their swimsuits on the seemingly endless sun drenched sandy beach. “Ah Americanos!” the Policeman agreed as he walked up to the Carriage, “You have papers?”
“No, they are at the Hotel!” Jo explained. “And like, they choose?” Lynnie asked in disbelief. ”It’s in Spanish,” she queried. ”Is for Tourist,” Luis replied, “Very popular!”
“But those were girls!” Jo gasped, “And they were naked!”
“Oh no,” Carlos disagreed, “They had head dresses and they had boots and corsets, they more dressed than you in bikinis, and is tradition, sent down from when the tobacco plantations had slaves and the slave owners competed for most sexiest and beautiful pony girls for rickshaws and carts.”
“Jee!” Lynnie gasped, “Why would anyone do that!”
“Once it was slaves with no choice, now is free womens,” Luis explained, “They choose life on beach with no worries instead of worry all time about
