Al turned to walk away. XXX Al stood up in front of her, to assist her in getting the jeans off. Joanne couldn’t believe what was happening to her. He was smirking from ear to ear. Stylish jeans, hand made brown Italian shoes, a designer John Rocha shirt, the Rolex on his wrist and he had hired a Range Rover to get about in while on the island. The journey back to the apartment building was mostly uneventful, apart from the tight twists and turns back down the mountain side, which gave Joanne the excuse to cling hold of her drivers arm at every opportunity and of course letting out the odd squeal for added effect. She felt free and liberated, something which she had never felt before.










