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couldn’t miss the enthusiasm and the pride in Denzel’s voice when he spoke of his island.
    Denzel bent down to pick up a leaf.
    “This is the leaf of life,” he told her.
    Shay left the confines of Linden’s arms to take the leaf Denzel extended to her.
    It appeared to be just an ordinary green leaf. She turned it over and saw nothing unusual about it.
    “When yuh break a piece of that leaf, it will grow back. See, these roots will allow it to regenerate,” he said, once again with pride. “It can also be used as medicine to cure the common cold.”
    “How is that feasible?” Linden walked over to Shay, and he took the leaf out of her hands.
    “We boil it in a pot of water, add a little sugar, and yuh drink it for about three days. It can also be applied to the skin to treat fungus.”
    Shay took the leaf back from Linden.
    “Now, I see why you call it ‘The Leaf of life,’ Denzel. I wish I could bring it back to Philly,” Shay added.
    She believed in using herbs and home remedies to cure her ailments, instead of prescribed medication.
    “Sorry, ma’am, yuh can’t bring home.”
    “I know I can’t, Denzel,” Shay said, smiling at him. “One can only wish.”
    Linden watched the exchange inpatient to be alone with Shay. He was so hard he would explode any minute if he didn’t feel her vaginal walls clenching him sweetly. The present conversation between Shay and Denzel bored him.
    “Where’s that waterfall, Denzel? We’d like to take a dip,” Linden replied curtly.
    “Not far, come, Mr. Stewart.”
    Shay smacked Linden on the ass the moment Denzel turned his back.
    He gave her a smile that sent her pulse racing.
    She knew what he wanted. Being with Linden for the past three days reminded her that his sexual appetite was unquenchable. He took her right hand and pulled her along the rocky trail, eager to get to the waterfall.
    Shay admitted to herself that she wanted a dip in the waterfall, too.
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    The sounds of cascading water played soothing tones as they approached the waterfall.
    Denzel extended his hands out to them. “This is the Piton Waterfall.”
    Shay was awestruck by the view before her. There were three separate streams flowing into one waterfall. Surrounding them was a collection of foliages—including banana trees and coconut palms trees. The temperature seemed to drop about twenty degrees, there. It was cooler now. The water was inviting, and the winding stone path leading down to the waterfall beckoned her to come a little closer.
    It’s breathtakingly primitive and tranquil. Whoever constructed this little piece of heaven, must have been a romantic at heart, Shay thought.
    “The waterfall rises about 30 feet in the air,” Denzel said, stepping closer to her.
    “It’s breathtaking,” Shay said softly, her eyes glazing over in wonder.
    “The temperature of the water varies from lukewarm to hot, and the water is known to heal the body. A swim in that water will leave your body refreshed and relaxed,” he added.
    Shay longed for a dip. Her thong was sticking in the crack of her ass, and the biker shorts now stuck to her thighs as if it were permanently glued to her body. She gazed at Linden, smiling suggestively for him to make it happen.
    “Denzel, we’d like to take a private dip,” Linden stated in his commanding voice.
    He pulled out five crisp one hundred dollar bills out of the pocket of his T-shirt and handed it to him. “We just need an hour. Do whatever you need to do to keep everyone away from the waterfall. I’d like a little alone time with my woman.”
    Denzel’s eyes lit up when Mr. Stewart dropped the crisp bills into his hands. All he had to do was to keep everyone away from the waterfall. He could do that.
    “Yes, Mr. Stewart,” he said, tucking the bills in his back pocket, walking back down the trail.
    “You’re so sneaky, Mr. Stewart,” Shay cooed.
    “I want you, now! ” he said, and his southern accent was thick from desire.
    Linden