Byron sauntered into the Yellow Submarine night club (disco) in Ft. Lauderdale....
K.C. and the Sunshine band was blasting....
What a cute little Italian girl... just his same age....too
Hey I am going over to Andros tomorrow.. he spoke above the din , would you like to go? If so.. I am leaving early be here I am in room 303, and left he was drinking light.
He got up the next morning packed his bag and got in the elevator and headed for the ground floor.... as the doors slid open... there she was.........
Taxi to the airport please...... they climbed into the Sky Hawk and flew a course over to Bimini and then on to Andros Town... there a Super Viking sat with strange antenna array... and the whole back of the plane was full of radio gear.....
She reached over and squeezed Byrons right leg so hard on takeoff it damn near hurt as he held right rudder to compensate for the P factor on climb out... he looked over .. 'never been in a small plane' he asked?
He kept it smooth as glass...... he was never one to be abrupt...
Next day she and him were sitting in the grass in the plane.. out by the strip tapping on the window glass ... of the A.D.F... playing...
Shake Shake Shake.... Shake Shake Shake, Shake your booty came out of the over head speaker.. as the needle swung towards the station in Cuba... just over the horizon not very far... Radio Marti...... perhaps?
Byron had a good time living and hoped she did as well... He flew her back to Ft. Lauderdale.. and misplaced her number.... He always felt kind of bad about that.
Fun adventuring type folk sometimes were hard to find.... they gave each other a genuine smile... as they parted ways...
Shake, Shake, Shake......
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