Sometimes, we’d encounter them stepping aboard a snorkeling catamaran from the beach, not a stitch of clothing in sight. Strolling from the townhouse my husband Javier’s employer rented for him in the coconut palm-lined vacation paradise of Negril, we’d dodge them on Seven Mile Beach in front of the resort, playing a game of bocce ball in the buff before noon or wading into the turquoise water to skinny dip. During the time I spent living with my husband next door to Hedonism II resort in Jamaica, I often suspected the neighbors were having more fun than we were.
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