Rock and Roll Never Forgets (The Rock and Roll Trilogy) by Barbara Stewart Read Free Book Online Page B

passionate and Beth’s body curled closer, tighter, their bodies touched from head to toe, skin to skin. The heat in her eyes told him what she wanted. “Now,” she whispered, “now Andy.”
    Sunday morning, Beth woke early. It was barely daylight, a breeze gently blew the curtains back, and she rose, wanting to peek outside. Naked, she pulled her nightie over her head and slid the glass door open to walk out to the patio. The sun appeared, and she experienced the smell and sounds of a light rain shower. She stood watching for a while taking it all in as a mocking-bird was singing and she could hear the waves rolling on the beach. It was warm, but a soft breeze blew.
    Andy rose and joined her on the patio. Standing behind her he wrapped his arms around her. The sun, after the rain, glistened on the palm fronds like crystal beads on green satin ribbons. It was beautiful, and Beth thought it was the best way to start the day, but there was more.
    She turned into him and laughed. “You’re naked!”
    “You’re observant…” he grinned. “You might as well be naked, I can see right through that thing.” He laughed, and led her back to the bed pulling her into his arms. “I love the feel of you,” he whispered in her ear as he slipped the nightie she wore over her head and they made love…
     
    The sun was full y up when they rose again. After a quick breakfast they got ready to head out for more exploring. Swimsuits were the attire for the day. They packed a bag, jumped in the car and headed north.
    There is only one road, and they drove for a while. Along the way the road followed a wall lined with conch shells that paralleled the beach. They came on a man cleaning the shells, and stopped. He picked one out and handed it to Beth. It was beautiful and white on the outside and shiny and pink on the inside. He held it to her ear for a listen. She thanked him and started to hand it back and he told her, “Now it is yours!” 
    A little further along there was a woman selling beautiful bright-colored shirts and dresses from her porch. Andy chose a dress for Beth in shades of blue and green, a beautiful cover-up to wear with her bathing suit instead of shorts that day .
    As they drove along Andy shared island information and folklore. He explained that there were caves all over the island and that people journeyed there to go spelunking. Eleuthera was also known as a great surf and dive destination, and he pointed out good spots all along the way.
     
    I love d the gift of conversation we shared as he told me about the island.
     
    In their travels they stopped at a place called The Glass Window. One side of the road held a calm serene beach with palm trees, beautiful white sand and the bluest-blue water. It looked like a picture on a postcard. On the other side there were rocky cliffs. They climbed to look out over deep, dark blue, almost black water hundreds of feet deep. It was such a contrast, divided only by a tiny strip of land har dly wide enough to accommodate t he roadway.
    They continued on to the northern part of the island. Just off the northeast coast of the island lay a small piece of land called Harbor Island, accessible only by ferry. They boarded the ferry from Whale Point for the ten minute ride to cross the quarter-mile inlet f or some beach time and exploring. Beth grew up around the ocean, she’d been going her whole life, but she had never seen anything like this beach. It was splendor at its finest. The water was the most refreshing color of turquoise blue, and the sand was pink .
    “Beautiful, isn’t it? It’s from the coral,” Andy explained as he pulled low lounge chairs to the water’s edge and they stretched out and relaxed in the sun for a while. The warm waters of the Caribbean slapped against the ends of the chairs, tickling their toes. Later, Andy got them lobster sandwiches at a little hut on the beach.
    Before leaving to catch the last ferry off the island they did a little