At last we were on a flight to Miami. I was never so happy, as San Bruno was just not fun, although Brenda's family were trying to make my stay as nice as possible. They were a very ordinary family without and claims to fame except their daughter that was quite a famous hair model for L'oreal. We were going to stay in the flat of a model scout for the Ford Model Company, which was a beautiful woman in her early forties with a boyfriend of about twenty one, but it worked well, as she looked very young and well cared for. Miami was all I hoped for. Golden beaches and sun and warm water. The flat on Bay Road was on the twelfth floor, and the view over the bay was just magnificint, with water scooters and smaller boats making a wonderful picture from my bedroom window. It was a very easy job compared to looking after the little lovable Nikos with all his wiles and woes, and it worried me that this kid was just so without any will of his own. I had to dress him in the mornings, then take him to the Montessori school on Bay road, but I still had to push him in his puss cart although it wasn't very far. One day the teacher called me and asked me to take the child to see a doctor, as he would not participate in any games, just wanted to lie down whenever he could. That was that for me, and I went to the store and bought a big tin of apricot jelly, and from then on, the thin layer of peanut butter became a thick layer, with a good smear of sweet jam to make it really worth it. I never said a word to him or his mother, but he was so starved for something to give him energy, that he kept his little mouth tightly shut! But not long after that I was called again by the teacher, and she asked me what the doctor found wrong, as the child suddenly perked up miraculously, and I just gave a sly smile, and said that the doctor sorted the problem, the doctor of course being me. I knew it was devious, but I just could not let a child suffer so, as the teacher said that his work also lacked any enthusiasm. The appartment block was on the bay, with a lovely swimming pool and a small but adequate park, where I spent a lot of time with Manos, who, like all kids, loved to play in the sand. We also swam a lot, but I was becoming a bitty wary, as there was this young Cuban man, VERY well built, with a six pack to die for, who, as soon as I appeared at the swimming pool, also appeared.  All would have been well as I was not averse to a bit of flirting, and as he every day inched a bit closer to where we lay, We smiled at each other a lot. But then he started apperaring in a bally smaller than small g-string! It was horrific

, and as he lay there smiling at me, all I could see was a pair of quite well rounded, bare and hairy buns! Nearly bally died, so decided to go down o the beach with Manos, and that was fine untill h found me ou!