My buddy Ronnie and I grew up together in an oil company compound in the Middle East. His parents are Jamaican, but he grew up in an American school system with an American accent. We played baseball together, and he was always the best athlete on the field by a large margin and ended up getting a scholarship to a D2 school in college. He wasn’t a typical jock though. He was humble, bright, and his parents instilled a serious work ethic in him. After college he went off to med school and he now works in an ER in inner city Chicago. He’s 6’3, chiseled with broad shoulders, and as you can imagine does very well for himself with the ladies (of all races).
We kept in contact and visited each other a few times throughout college, and then less often as we both became busy with our careers. A couple years ago we determined to get together and hangout. His parents had retired to Jamaica and bought a really nice beachfront property, though they still spent a lot of time traveling the world (his dad was a geophysicist in the oil industry, do the math). He invited me, and by extension, my girlfriend, Tina, to spend four nights at his parents place while his folks were traveling. Being tired of a cold and gray March in NJ, we both jumped at the invitation.