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Lou giggled. "I know a great late night restaurant." He pulled out of the car park. "It's on the beach." "What ever you want, hon," she replied and sank into the seat.

The full moon was low in the night sky and it appeared that the highway went straight into it's heart. The main island road was well constructed and cut through the middle of a heavily vegetated forest. It was not unusual to make the drive from Freeport to the beach at that time of morning, without encountering a single vehicle.

"Oh my, it sure is empty; And I always say that Orangeburg is dead. Where does everyone live?" She asked as they passed by a dimly lit side-street.
"Well, it's a very modest community. Mostly we live in Freeport, or at the beach. The locals live at the west end of the island."

The side-streets had been built in an effort to attract foreign investors to purchase property lots. Before independence from England it was considered a good investment to build on the islands and acquire tax free status. Many Americans took the opportunity to become exempt from the IRS. But once the Bahamas gained their independence in 1973 and began to interfere with the status of expatriates it was not such an attractive proposition and many US backed businesses quickly lost interest in the islands. On each of the numerous street corners, stood an impressive street named sign-post, but the roads led nowhere, and eventually became dirt tracks into the forests.

Ron soon turned off the main highway onto a smaller road. "Here we are." he said cheerfully, and parked his car along an unfinished trail. "Where's the beach?" Mary Lou asked.
He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. After some time had passed, he spoke. "Do you really have to leave tomorrow?"
"Well...No, I don't. You see, I traveled here on my own. We had a fight, Randy and me. He's kinda my boyfriend. Heck, I've known him since grade school. He's such a kid. Not a gentleman, like you. We got a motel in Palm Beach. Anyway, we had words and I up and left. He don't even know where I am," she giggled, excitedly. "No one does." Ron kissed her again. "You can stay with me, if you want to?" "Yeah, I'd like that... Show me the ocean."

They walked hand in hand along a narrow pathway through thick undergrowth, and stood facing the gently rolling Caribbean.
"This is my private beach. Very few people ever visit it." "What's that, a marina?" "Yes. It leads to the restaurant I told you about." "I'm gonna swim" Mary Lou quickly undressed an waded

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