My husband and I touched down in Jamaica on a sunny Sunday afternoon in March, to begin our spring vacation.

Pat had surprised me a month earlier, when he had taken me out to dinner and showed me the plane tickets. Before that he’d been telling me that things were too piled up at work for him to get away this year, so of course I was delighted. I can assure you that he got some quality head on the way home, and a thorough workout in bed deep into the night.

Pat had chosen one of the more elite resorts, with a golf course and a lovely private beach, along with a couple of huge pools and numerous bars and restaurants open 24 hours a day. It was the perfect place. On that first day, after settling into our bungalow and unpacking, we decided to put on our swim suits and take a walk on the beach before... Read More