The past 10 days in Savaneta, Aruba have been wonderful. It is like a second honeymoon! Roger and I have definitely rekindled our romance and then some. I think we are more in love than ever!
We intentionally chose our location because it was out of the way and was less "touristy". We have had an amazing time snorkeling, lounging on the beach, going on sailboat tours, and dining together on the patio of our hotel each evening as the sun set.
I am happy to report that Roger has definitely reignited his own fire too, our lovemaking has been a passionate and fulfilling part of our reignited romance. The loving sexual relations though were very different than the dominating fucking Rachel had given me, but it was still very nice in it's own way. I wish Roger was a bit more forceful with me now, but on the other hand I enjoy it when he is tender towards me too. I guess as a woman I'm always going to want conflicting things sometimes.
On day 11 Roger and I got dressed and went down for the morning breakfast buffet. The buffet alone was probably enough to wreck my figure, let alone all the OTHER food we have been eating here. I was really going to have to hit the gym hard to get back in shape when I got back. Roger should go more than he does too, maybe he needs even more than I need it. I'm not mean or anything but this trip has only padded the slight pouch he has been developing over the past 6 months or so. I was a little embarrassed that even though we had started picking up a nice tan we both looked like typical doughy white tourists!
When we got down to the breakfast buffet I was thinking about how I should ONLY have the fruit this time when I noticed that there were a lot of people in the lobby and they were milling about oddly.
Roger noticed it too, and asked a hotel employee, "What's going on?"
The guy just looked at us wild eyed and said, "Haven't you heard? Those DNA terrorist bastards got us last night! Day got the whole damn island! Check yourself for a rash dude, you almost certainly got one if you ain't already been fucked wit' by dem before."
In a panic Roger and I raced up to our room and stripped down, frantically searching ourselves for circular P-rashes. I didn't find any on my body and neither did Roger when he checked my back, however, I DID find one on Roger, on his back by his right shoulder blade. Fuck! My husband was going to mutate into something else! I was in a panic as I thought of all the horrible things Doug, Rachel, Todd, Mike and I had discussed at Legendary Pete's. Any one of them could happen to him now, or this could be something new they cooked up!
After we checked around some more, we found out that ALL the men not previously targeted for modification on the island of Aruba last night were targeted and reprogrammed by one of the Infamous Five.
