People usually visit large bodies of water for various reasons.
Ponds, lakes, and rivers are better utilized for recreational
purposes both during the summer and in the winter.
During the winter months, when rivers and lakes in the northern
hemisphere are frozen, people go ice skating, although at times it
could be dangerous. In the summer it’s time for sailing, fishing,
and swimming.
But in a Caribbean island such as Barbados, the blue waters
continuously cast open invitations to go fishing or swimming all
year round. Sail to your heart’s contentment.
Joan and Barrington, two young adult Barbadian natives were madly in
love with each other. After they were going steady as
boyfriend/girlfriend, the desire to bask in the florescent glow of a
full moon in tropical splendor of a Barbados beach captivated their
souls. Finally, one night the dream came true.
On the night they arrived at the beach, the moonlight was almost as
bright as daytime; just the way they wished it to be.
With carefree abandon they placed their nimble bodies on the soft
silky sand. The moment they yearned for had arrived, and it filled
their hearts with joy.
The secret rendezvous proved to be all they imagined and more.
Reality doubled the dream many times over. Verbal ex-changes could
scarcely relay the delights of their souls.
Again, very few words needed to be spoken in order to convey their
desires. The spirit of enchantment embraced the night.
As time passed, the physical contact continued to heighten the
moment of ecstasy: totally immerse their minds in the pleasures of
being alone on the shores of a beautiful Barbados beach.
Silently, as the clock ticked, their thoughts drifted from one thing
to another; from present conditions to an unknown future. The
thoughts of these two lovers danced like swans courting in royal
gardens.
Again they kissed; like never before. A duly moment of personal
expectation sensitized the magic of the night. It was as if the
stars from heaven briefly adorned their presence. Not that they had
never before exchanged oral fluids, but there was a deeper
conviction brewing in their very souls; a greater moment of
passionate, enhanced by this brand of physical contact. Joan was
mellow. Barrington was stoutly excited.
Across the bay, decorative lights of the Christmas season shimmered
on the waves. Carols, both traditional and those in contemporary
Caribbean genres, drifted delightfully on the air-waves. To Joan and
Barrington, there was nothing like the excitement of Christmas in
Barbados, let alone being on a quiet beach together on a breathless
full moon night.
This young unmarried couple—not wanting to break their vows of
chastity until that special date—became eagerly engulfed, and
overly enticed by the powers of their emotions. Slowly the pace
began to heat up.
However, Joan was the first person to call it quits. In fear of the
dangers she backed off, decided to cut the night short before the
inevitable happened.
But Barrington found it hard to relent. The very contours of her
feminine figure and the soft oily texture of her skin, presented an
almost insurmountable dilemma for him.
However, he knew in his heart of hearts that his integrity was at
stake. To venture against the vow they solemnly made would have
brought forth the element of distrust.
“Let’s call it a night, then” he sighed.
“Okay” she gladly agreed.
For Barrington, in times like these, there’s nothing like a cold
shower to remedy the misgivings of passion. He removed his slacks,
dropped them on the sand, and briskly headed to the water.
“Wait for me” he shouted, as he dashed off to the foaming surf.
“I’m just going to wash off the sand.”
“Oh, alright then” she casually responded.
And with that, Barrington made a heavy splash into the water.
Three minutes passed and he didn’t return. Joan thought he was up to
one of his usual pranks: diving down beneath the waves and emerging
elsewhere.
Five minutes elapsed. No sight of Barrington.
All the pores on Joan’s skin began to tighten. Her body became like
one massive muscle. Fear gripped her soul intensely. The thought
that something desperate had gone wrong robbed her of the joy that
she experienced only moments earlier.
Initially, she could hardly find voice to call his name. Doubts and
worries took a hold of her emotions and tossed her like a ship
battered in a storm. Presently she began to yell:
“Barrington! Barrington! Oh my God! Barrington!”
Alas there was no response. Her voice grew louder and louder. She
screamed for help; a mournful wailing that disturbed the solitude of
the night.
Time stood still. All that the young woman could feel was nothing;
nothing but emotional pain: a deep numbing hurt. There she stood on
the sand; screamed like a lost child, a cry that was heard from
across the bay.
The disturbance affected neighboring couples who were playfully
locked in the splendor of the silver moon. The interruption did not
go without attention. In a moment they came rushing in eagerness to
discover what happened.
Unfortunately, and all too soon, Barrington the strong swimmer was
silently caught in a rip tide that swept his body out to sea never
to return alive.
On that woeful night, Joan’s heart was shattered when she discovered
that the cruel sea had claimed the life of the one and only lover
she knew.
Although she subsequently found a husband in later years, in spite
of her commitment and in obedience to her new man, Joan still found
time to honor Barrington’s request. Frequently, yet she secretly,
she returned to the same Barbados beach just to imagine his tender
touch and hear his voice saying:
“Wait for me”.
