“I don’t know,” I mumbled nervously to my husband. Lowering my voice, I leaned in. “Ask him if it’s clothing optional.” Billy looked back at me with eyes that begged not to have to ask this stranger about public nudity. But I nudged him back toward the man awaiting our answer.
We’d only been in Cancun about fifteen minutes before things got awkward. But those first few moments had been glorious.Read More