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Take za VIP cabana y you see nussing but za waves y za san'. No ozer cabanas around. Let's do that one. In less than an hour the sun would setting and she would be closing in on a place she had longed for since she landed: Jorge escorted her to a small golf cart and watched her white cotton sarong wisp around her legs while she stepped into her seat.
She sat cross legged, leaning against the frame of the cart and watched through the frayed brim of her straw sun hat as the waves crashed to the shore. She watched the tires of the cart crush a path through the sugary sand, smiled to herself then kicked a sandal free and let her toes drag lightly across the sand as they drove.
It felt hot and the warmth of the sun blushed the tan skin of her calf and foot. She sighed audibly and closed her eyes, turning her face to hanging sun. He drove, but he watched her. He loved American women. This one was particularly wonderful.
He loved how they all wore bikini's everywhere. He loved their oversized sunglasses and hats. The woman to his left had one of those hats and her sunglasses seemed exceptionally large. Her sarong was longer than a lot he'd seen, but it was sheer and hung from her hips tightly only to fall gracefully past her thighs and dance at the bottom with the weight of the tiny knots tied to the frayed ends.
She wore a matching white bikini top that covered very little. Even her pedicured toes matched: She looked toward Jorge and noticed that the hotels had all vanished. They were past them all. Lost in the trance of the sea she hadn't realized how far they had driven, how far they were from her hotel. The beach was vacant of footprints, vacant of divots, it was absent of just about everything, especially people.