Billie Bob Taylor-Pereira
"'Murder she wrote! Murder she wrote! Murder she wrote!'," I loudly sang to 'Murder She Wrote' by 'Chaka Demus & Pliers'. I had long changed from the deerie outfit I wore on the jet to my American flag B&B boots, matching shorts, a black button up short sleeve shirt that I left purposefully open exposing my terribly pale chest and even though I did not have my eight pack abs anymore I was flat enough that I felt confident to show off.
Half my body was out of the sunroof of the red Jeep Gladiator Rubicon I had organized for us to use during our stay in Jamaica. Benedito was driving with our entourage of security in front of us and behind us.
