The Vacation...Scene 2

"Farnsworth Bentley" pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.
"Put your cabin number on here for me" he said in his sexy
Caribbean accent. I gave him my cabin number and drew
a big heart on it. When I handed it back to him he put his hand
to his ear and mouth saying "I'll call you"...I shrugged my shoulders
to say "when" and he put up one finger on each hand.
I guess he was saying 11 o'clock.

After we finished our drinks, we decided to get acquainted
with our new "home", afterall, we would be living here for
the next 9 days. We found the bars, the night club, and went
to visit each other's rooms. We decided to split up and then meet in
the casino in 15 minutes.

The casino is not the place I need to be. Not my unlucky ass.
But I agreed, went to my room, grabbed a few bucks and went
to wait for my friends. We lasted about 10 minutes in there.
I was not about to gamble away my vacation money. Nope.
As we were getting ready to leave, I looked at my watch.
11:15. Shit.

There was a cute little guy in the casino from
South Africa. He had a Taye Diggs look and I stopped to
talk to him. After about a minute, I saw someone out of the corner
of my eye. Farnsworth. He came to find me! ~Hilarious~
I told him I was going to my room and to call me in 10 minutes.

When I got to the room, the boy was there, in his bed watching TV.
He looked at his watch and then gave me a look, as if to say
"where have you been?" I ignored that. I laid across my bed
cuz I was sho nuff tired. A few minutes later, the phone rang.
It was my Farnsworth. "Hey ba-by gurl"
Damn. Why his voice gotta sound like that?
He asked if he could come to my room, and I said okay.
I know that this is just not allowed.
Crew members are not allowed to be in passengers rooms.
I guess it's a chance he was willing to take.

The next morning, I felt as though someone had driven a 18-wheeler
through me. My stuff hurt.
Literally. Dude turned me out.
I was up until 4am, and had to meet my friends for breakfast
at 8. When I got to the dining room I could barely sit.
Karen and Kris just laughed. I didn't have to tell them anything.
Besides, I don't talk about my sexual business. I feel like it's bad luck
and I am not a pimp. I do not want any of my friends getting too curious
about what I'm doing. Fuck fighting about some dick. I don't do that.
I would catch a fucking charge. I'd become a felon if one of my friends
tried me like that. That's just how I roll.

We basically lounged at the pool all day, I enjoyed my free drinks,
courtesy of my Farnsworth. I couldn't wait to get in bed that night.
The next day, we would be arriving at our first stop. Miami, baby!
I had never been there, and was expecting an experience.

Before I knew it, it was morning. We hung out at the pool and waited
to arrive in Miami. I was anxious to get off the boat. My Farnsworth
told me to be careful and to watch over "his son" (damn? It's like that already?)

There was transportation drama, I just wanted to shop a little and see some of
Miami. My friends, well..they have a different flavor than I do. They
wanted to pay 20.00 per person to ride some shuttle bus. Fuck that.

I called sexy man to find out what we should do. He didn't answer his phone,
but I know what he would have said anyway. We think too much alike.

I walked over to this Jamaican dude and started talking to him.
"Where should we go?..we have kids with us.." He suggested going to
Bayside to do some shopping. He also suggested that we not go to South Beach
with the boys. Although I wanted to experience that, For safety reasons,
I would rather do it without the boy. It was already dark, and I think that's just
too crazy of a scene for him. The Jamaican dude charged us 10.00 TOTAL to take
all us to Bayside in his little shuttle cab. He gave me his cell number so that I could
call him when we wanted to be picked up. When we were finished, I called him,
and he was there picking us up within 5 minutes.
That's what I'm talking about. It's good to have a personality sometimes.
Dude gave me his card.."Call me whenever you are in Miami" he said with a wink.
"Bet" I replied. We were due to leave for Key West in 2 hours. We got back on
the boat and went to deck 9 for a drink.

I ran into Farnsworth and we made plans to hook up that night.
He said that he finished work late the night before, and didn't want
to call my room that late. I told him to just call...or come...every night.
~LOL~

He was freaky, yet so passionate. I don't think there was anything that
he wouldn't do. He was all about taking care of his business. Damn.
I wanted to tell my friends SO BAD, that he was just laying it down.
That he was taking good care of their girl.
But I was not going there with them, mainly because
I know they were talking about me behind my back.
But I didn't and still don't give a damn.
Fucking Haters.

On Tuesday morning, for the second time on this trip,
my body was aching.
My stuff felt like it was on fire.
Farnsworth definitely had a thing for me.
I liked him and the things that he did to me.
He was sexy as hell with them dimples.
This was turning into a problem.