“Marisa and I are going to get going,” said John. “We
don’t won’t to miss the sunset on Mallory Square. Meet
us there when you’re ready. You want to ride with us,
Flex?”

“No thanks, bro,” replied the big black man. “I’ll take
the bike just in case I get some pussy tonight.”

Marisa crinkled her nose in distaste. She strapped Jack
into his baby seat while John started the car. Soon they
were off to Key West, just a short drive from Big Pine
Key. They found a parking space and John pulled out the
stroller from the trunk. They walked down to Mallory
Square and watched some of the street performers do
their acts for about fifteen minutes before Flex found
them. A short time later, Grant and Candace walked up,
holding hands.

Candace looked great. She wore black shorts, sandals,
and a white tank top that left most of her sexy belly
bare showing off the diamond stud. Marisa couldn’t help
noticing that for the rest of the night, most of the
male eyes were once again favoring the blonde model.
John had a fetish for a sexy belly and would have killed
someone to get Marisa to pierce her navel or wear
something to show off her stomach. She felt jealous to
see him taking as many glimpses at his friend’s wife’s
stomach as he could.

The five friends watched the sun go down and then
hurried off to find a nice restaurant. They all had
seafood. They walked around sightseeing for another hour
before finding a nice quiet bar with an outside deck and
plenty of seating so that they could enjoy a few drinks
and the sights and sounds on Duval Street.

The sounds suddenly grew too loud as nearly two dozen
motorcycles swiftly roared up the street. Marisa watched
them going by, noticing that they were all black men and
wore jackets showing a black panther on the back. The
noise stirred Jack and he started to cry. Marisa picked
him up and started comforting him.

“I’ll be right back,” said Flex, jumping up. The bikers
had pulled up outside Sloppy Joes. Flex crossed the
street and headed towards the bikers.

“Does he know them?” asked Candace.

Grant and John laughed. John added, “Nope, he’s going to
try to score some pot.”

“So just cause their black, Flex thinks he can buy some
marijuana from them?” asked Grant. “He’s such a racist.”
He got chuckles from his friends.

“John, Jack’s not going to calm down with all this
noise,” said Marisa. “I should take him back.”

“Oh! Alright honey. We can get going then,” said John,
looking disappointed.

“Nonsense, I can take Jack back to the cabin. You stay
here and catch up with your friends.”

“Well, let me walk you back to the car.” John and Marisa
stood up. “I’ll be right back,” he told Grant and
Candace.