Mayhem 2 Sea CruiseChapter 6
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-Sumalee-
To say it had been an interesting evening would be an understatement. The relationship Daniel has with his team would make for a lifetime study by any clinical psychologist. We met two more of them that night: the brothers Stanley and Samuel. Their reaction to Lidia and myself was fascinating. It was almost like they had known us as long as Michelle, Brian and Nathan; almost like they had shared memories. As I said, fascinating, exciting and just a little intimidating.
Not that they showed the least bit of animosity towards us whatsoever; just the opposite in fact. The accepted and treated us like we were already an established part of their captain's life. A thrilling feeling, true, but still daunting. Who was this man that in just a few short days we have tied our lives too so completely? What was he that he so effortlessly commanded such absolute loyalty from such a diverse and capable group of men and women? And why did I so naturally think of 'we' instead of 'I.' Lidia was as much a stranger to me as Daniel but there was no doubt she was the other half of what had become his.
Antigua Delmar was another story entirely. What was her intention? The fact that she was hopelessly in love with Daniel was bright as day to any inclined to notice and yet I felt no overt jealousy from her towards us because of our sexual and emotional relationship with Daniel. Did she consider herself a third member of his harem or was she merely biding her time waiting to strike? That Daniel had feelings for her was evident but the exact nature of those feelings was unclear. She was a factor to be watched but I believed not one to be worried about immediately.
Michelle: The practitioner in me screamed to help the tortured woman trapped inside that lovely body. The mental torment she must have suffered during the war must have been horrendous. The alcoholism and promiscuity were classic ― almost textbook ― examples of a mind trying to come to grips with something so overwhelming it was either hide behind them or die. The traditional approach would be to slowly rebuild her psyche over time until she, hopefully, could once again stand alone as a functioning human being. I was not convinced this was the appropriate approach in this case or even practical. My thoughts kept returning to the words Samuel said to us: " ... Mike lost a big part of herself long ago and it ain't coming back. The captain is that part of her she lost." Ridiculous, absurd, unacceptable by our present day standards! And yet a part of me truly believed that might indeed be the case. What he breathed in she breathed out. We were tied to a man who had a living, breathing shadow; if he ceased to exist so would she. Fascinating and terrifying! What would happen if she suddenly decided Lidia and I were a threat to her god?
"Alee? Alee, honey, are you with us?" I shook my head; Daniel was talking to me. We had come back to the cabin and were now ready for bed. I was exhausted but lust was starting to stir me to action once more. I glanced at Lidia; she was at least as tired as I was. At least I was used to being up at this time although my days with Daniel had reset my biological clock somewhat.
"Come over here and sit down, please," he said patting the bed. He motioned Lidia over also. "I have something I need to talk to both of you about if that's okay?" Lidia and I looked at each other. Another talk? We had already taken care of this we thought.
"Yes, Daniel?" I said settling in where he wanted me.
"I know we're all tired and I don't expect an answer tonight or ever if that's what you prefer," he paused. "Lidia, I love you. Alee I love you. You may think I'm crazy and I won't argue with you about it but even though I've only known each one of you for only a few days, I can't even conceive of a life without either of you in it."
"Thank you, Daniel," I smiled. "We feel the same way." Lidia said nothing; she peered intently at his face as if expecting something.
"Thanks. I'd hoped you felt that way," he smiled nervously. "As far as I'm concerned we can live this way till the end of time, but..." he paused again and took a deep breath. "I'm kind of an old-fashioned guy and I want the world to know you're more than just my loves and my lovers; I want it to know you are my wives. I guess what I'm doing in a really piss-poor way is asking you to marry me." I was stunned, shocked and just about to launch myself at him when Lidia raised her hand.
"Wait," she said sharply. "We will marry you under one condition." I was sure she had lost her mind!
"Anything," he said softly. "Anything you want. If it is my power to grant your wish I will do it gladly."
"We want your children," she said, her breathing shallow and ragged. "I know that you have two already although you are now estranged and if you do not wish any more, we will understand. But if we are truly to be your wives then we will also bear children."
"I never thought of that," he said sounding startled. "But you're right: If you are my wives then of course you will carry my children. If you consent, that is. If you don't want any I'll accept that but nothing would make me prouder than to be the father to your babies." Suddenly there were two of us doing our best to smother our man with our bodies and lips.
I looked up and caught the eye of my future co-wife, "Should we fuck him to death now or wait until after the ceremony so we can get his money?"
"I say we do it now," she grinned like a cat with feathers stuck to her whiskers. "We can always backdate the license later."
-Daniel-
It wasn't as simple as that of course, nothing ever is. There would be immigration to deal with; the fact that Alee was a citizen of a marginally unfriendly superpower didn't help but I'd decided if that became a problem we'd move to either the EU or somewhere down south. That didn't faze me one bit.
We told everybody at breakfast. We'd planned to get together before Tink and her crew had to leave so it seemed like the perfect time. Everybody seemed happy about it although Tink became bossy right away telling us we couldn't have the ceremony until after her tour was done because of course she was going to be the maid of honor. It almost came to a real spanking when I tried to explain the girls were going to decide that and not some prepubescent nosy squirt. Fisticuffs were avoided when the girls assured me they wouldn't have it any other way.
"Mother's going to love this," she cackled evilly. "Do you think you can get knocked up in the next week or so? That would be even better!"
"Leave your mother alone," I demanded. "Cynthia has some serious issues but the fact is she did me the biggest favor anyone has ever done for me. If she hadn't done what she did I would still be with her and I would never have met the two people I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with." The girls blubbered and Tink grudgingly agreed but I was afraid "leave alone" wouldn't be interpreted as having the same meaning that I intended it to. Well, there was nothing I could do about it. Tink was a force of nature unto herself. One can only hope to guide or deflect her somewhat but never control.
We decided the girls would remain onboard for at least a while after I left and they made arrangements to move into a cabin as roommates. I was going back to take care of all the paperwork that was needed. It wasn't too awfully bad. The Xanadu had a set route that brought her by Miami every week and they'd be able to take the shuttle in and we'd have a day or two together at least. They could take the Tube over to Tampa or I'd meet them in Miami. They'd be able to work and still send money back to their families the way they'd been doing. I told them I'd make sure their families got everything they needed but they postponed that saying they couldn't get more than temporary visas until the paperwork was completed so they might as well work anyway. I didn't like it but I agreed. Getting Stubing to agree wasn't a problem although he pissed and moaned about me running off with two of his best and prettiest crewmembers. He was right but I enjoyed the bitching anyway.
We still had a few days until I had to leave and it was kind of like our pre-honeymoon. Lots of relaxing, lots of fun and lots of loving. We practiced baby-making every chance we could and I think we got pretty good at it. None of us thought there'd be any problems when it came time for the real thing.
"Wow, look at that," Lidia said pointing down towards the pool area. We were up on one of the upper decks just taking in the sea air strolling along with my ladies on my arms. "Isn't that Brian? Who's that sex-bomb with him?"
"I don't know," I admitted. Brian was sitting on the edge of a deck chair apparently talking to some kid I'd guess to be about eight or nine years old and both of them were glancing up at the really impressive woman who was glaring down at them with her fists on her hips. She had to be almost as tall as Lidia; large chest and long dancer's legs that seemed to go on for klicks. She didn't look happy. "Looks like he's in trouble, though. Good thing he can run fast."
"I don't think he'll want to run away from her very fast," Lidia giggled. "She's gorgeous."
"If she was looking at me like that, I'd be running," I said shaking my head.
"He's a big boy; he can take care of himself," Mike grunted.
Mike was out there with us like she was most of the time. She was usually around somewhere when we were out of the cabin although we were always alone in there. I really hoped it didn't bother the girls but they poo-pooed me whenever I tried to talk about it. They seemed to accept her presence as just a natural occurrence, sort of like air.
At the time I figured she was probably right: he was a big boy and could keep himself out of trouble. The gods must really love it when you say things like that.
The first day back sucked. I felt like pieces of myself had been torn away from my side. I felt empty and alone. I was sitting on the aft deck of the Katherine with the only consolation being that I had to start thinking about finding a bigger place to live. The Katherine would be nice and cozy for a while and obviously they didn't mind living on a ship but I doubt they'd appreciate the downsizing for very long. Mike was sunbathing up on the flying bridge when her head popped over the side and she yelled down to me.
"Boss, visitors!" I grunted and looked up. There was a car coming down the pier: it looked like Brian's.
"Better get your top on," I yelled back up to her.
"How'd you know?" she squawked. "You been peeking again?" I hadn't ― it'd been a guess ― but since she'd been sunbathing topless most of the cruise it wasn't too wild a guess.
"Of course," I said pulling myself out of the chair as the car stopped and Brian along with a woman and child stepped out. "I'm going through withdrawal. I need to feast my eyes on nubile female flesh or I get the shakes."
"I thought you only liked my legs and ass," she responded jumping down the ladder and walking up next to me tying her top behind her back.
"I take what I can get," I shrugged. "Besides, you're filling out some."
"Thanks, Boss. I'm going to tell on you."
"They already know I'm a despicable old lecher. Hasn't scared them off yet."
"True," she admitted. "Hey, isn't that..."
"The woman from the boat," I finished for her. "I think you're right." It was the tall blonde with the impressive ... posture. She looked scared and Brian looked worried.
"Hey there, Cap," he said a tried to smile. "This is my friend Allison Benson and her son, Jeremy. They have a little problem and I need to go out to Tucson for a few days to fix it."
"Tell me about it," I said offering them a seat. He did. It was a problem all right. Not one that anyone in their right mind would want to get involved in but I could tell by the way their hands naturally drifted together as he explained it, it wasn't one that could be ignored.
"You need back up," I stated flatly.
"Captain, I can't ask anyone to get involved with this," he protested. "I don't know what I'll be getting into."
"That's why..." I started to say.
"I'll go," Mike interrupted. "We'll see if Weird or Top want to take a Tube trip." Top was out of town helping Carla Medford; he wasn't going to be available.
"I'll go..." I again started to say.
"If you go then I'll have to go anyway," she interrupted, again. "This way I'll know you're safe back here."
"Yeah, but I won't know you guys are safe out there," I protested.
"You're sweet! Now shut up," she said patting my cheek. "You heard him. Allison and the kid need a place to hide for a few days. Think you can do that without fucking it up too badly?"
"You're a pain in the ass. You know that?"
"You're just now figuring that out? Not too bright, are you," she smirked. It might have been better if she'd at least phrased that last part as a question.
"Fine," I huffed. "Get your gear. We'll work on the logistics through Sara on your way out. Sara, see if Weird is available, please?"
"Well Miss Benson, Jeremy, welcome aboard the Katherine."
-Mike-
Well, it'd been fun while it lasted but Brian's little problem was about three thousand klicks above ground behind us and two meters below so I was starting to get bored again. Paperwork sucks but watching someone else do it sucks even more. Why do they call it paperwork anyway? The boss didn't have a single scrap of it on his desk; all the forms and such were on his desk viewer right where they were supposed to be. Every once in a while he'd have something printed out on hard copy but not enough so you'd notice.
"I'm boooored," I sang from where I was sitting on his credenza behind his desk.
"Then go find yourself something to dooooo," he sang back without looking up. "Ya know, if you're going to pretend to be my personal assistant or something silly like that why don't you do some actual assisting?"
"What the hell do personal assistants do?" I asked. "Other than fuck the boss, which ain't going to happen. Make you coffee? You want me to make you coffee, sweetie?" He shuddered a little.
"I thought you wanted to keep me alive, not poison me," he chuckled.
"I'd tell you to eat shit," I hissed, "but I'm going to wait until after dinner and then tell you what you ate." He had the nerve to chuckle again.
"You could go out and sit at that nice desk we got for you looking pretty and attentive," he offered.
"Naw, I just fall asleep out there," I frowned. "The chair's too comfortable."
"Then either go play in traffic or sit there quietly and do your nails."
"Daniel, your 1400 appointment is here," Sara chimed in through the desk link. "Shall I send them in?"
"Of course. Please do."
"What's up, Boss?"
"Beats the crap out of me," he shrugged and stood up getting ready to greet them at the door. "Remember Brad Miller? Three of the women he was assigned to want to talk to me about something."
"He been pressuring them for something?" I asked. I could feel my voice getting a little harder. We both knew what "something" meant. If that were the case it was going to be ass-kicking time and since Stan and Sam were still out of town I'd get the pleasure of doing it myself.
"Don't think so," he said shaking his head. "I heard the com this Patricia Henderson had with Sara and she was very adamant about not having Brad removed from their case. Sounded like she was going to come down here and tear me a new one if I even considered it."
"Hmm, this is starting to sound interesting," I mused and started to rebuff my nails. Damn was I glad I stayed. What a hoot!
-Patricia-
I was nervous and I'm sure Grace and Sam were also. We asked at the front desk where we needed to go to find this Captain Mayhem and were directed towards the back to a row of actually offices. We passed by a lot of desks but only a few of them were occupied. It was only a guess but I think it's where the field reps worked from when they weren't in the field. I looked around to see if there was one I could identify as Bradley's but didn't see anything. The few people that were there smiled and waved at us as we went past, though. It made me feel kind of nice but I didn't want to feel nice right then; we were going in for a fight and I wanted to feel mean. We came to an empty desk and wondered where to go from there when a disembodied voice called to us.
Interlude: Pat and Brad The doorbell chimed its warning and Patricia slowly made her way to the front of the house to answer it. Fucking debt collectors, she thought tiredly. Haven't they figured out you can't get blood from a stone? We already live in government housing. What the hell else do they think they can take away from us? One more month, Harold, just one more God-damned month! Patricia's husband had died almost eight years before in the last month of the war leaving behind his...
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-Tampa- "Whatever are you fretting about, Bradley?" Grace Duev asked from under her big pink floppy hat. She had pulled her sunshades down and was peering at him over the rims with her gray eyes. "Nothing, Grace," he responded while moving again in his lounger putting the lie to his answer. "Bullshit," Patricia added and Brad's eyes swerved to look at her. "You're squirming like a slug on a hot rock. What put a burr up your shorts?" "Maybe it's too hot for him," Samantha...
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“Murphy!” yelled Big John Fontana. The Theodore Roosevelt High School’s head coach and athletic director had just blown the final whistle for Monday morning practice. “Give me a second, son.” Tim Murphy finished his conversation with his friends before turning back toward the coaches. He and the other players were returning to the locker room for showers before beginning their regular school day. “Yeah, Coach?” Tim replied with his helmet under one arm. “I got a call from my old friend...
-Lidia- "Oh?" the eyebrows going up again. "I would have sworn you have met before." "Well," he chuckled not releasing my arm. His hand felt warm and powerful; I couldn't have broken away if I had wanted to. "We did meet, but very briefly. Although I understand she did get to see me at my best: flat on my face with junk sticking out of my back. I've been told she even started to patch me up for which I owe her more thanks than I can say. Sumalee, this is the woman who was starting...
-Lidia- I was nervous, excited and quivering with anticipation. I was no blushing virgin although I had been with only five men before I met Danny and Alee but I felt like this was my first time. It was hard walking down the passageway, not because we'd had too much to drink although Alee and I had split a bottle of champagne between dances and Danny had one or two of those disgusting whisky things he drinks. I have no idea how he can drink that stuff. I took a sip of his while he was...
-Daniel- Yes, everything appeared to be coming together. That isn't to say some mighty strange things didn't happen. There was this one time I remember ― it was just a couple of weeks before the wedding and the girls had just gone back to the Xanadu for the last time ― Mike wandered into the office looking bemused. "You looked bemused," I said demonstrating my superior ability to point out the obvious. "Befuddled, anyway," she admitted. She flopped down in a chair and kicked her legs...
- Daniel- They were already there when I arrived which was a bit embarrassing since I'd tried to come early specifically to be there before them. There were four in addition to Top and Mike who was hovering around in the background trying to blend into the crowd which in a vet bar wasn't difficult. "If I'd known I was going to be the last one I'd have made a grand entrance," I quipped reaching down to shake the first hand I could reach. "Bill Maker, St. Petersburg," said the short,...
Tim’s father Raymond considered the chance to go with his son to his first football game something of a bonding opportunity. Going to the first varsity football game with his son and his son’s new best friends was like chocolate sprinkles on the desert. So Raymond and Tim with Johnnie Boynes, Mark Mazzurana, Jeff Green and Tony Parker were cruising toward Northside Stadium, home field for the Warren Warriors. Everyone was excited because they were all going to get a small taste of their first...
Juanita didn’t exactly know what to do to get Tim ready for his first game. Her initial feelings were to make a good solid breakfast, for him to have enough energy for the game. Raymond came in for his cup of coffee and was able to confirm what she was thinking, but she was making too much food. “Honey, what are you doing? Pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, cinnamon rolls. Good God, dear, we’ll never be able to finish all this off,” Raymond was rubbing her shoulders from...
-Brian- It had taken awhile to get Allison calmed down and it wasn't easy, let me tell ya. Christ, the poor girl was completely overwhelmed and totally shell-shocked. If I'd had my med-kit with me I'd of tranked her (For those of you not lucky enough to have needed the services of a field medic it means I'd slip her an shot of Don't-give-a-shit juice and tranquilize her.) but I didn't and as my daddy always said, "Wish in one hand, and shit in the other and guess which one fills up...
-Tampa- Brad glided into the parking area outside Grace's apartment complex and thumbed off the power. As much as he loved his bike it wasn't the first time he regretted not having one of the older IC-powered two-wheelers. His baby was a blast to ride but the almost silent hydrogen-fueled power cell just wasn't the same as one of the older piston-banging throbbers. He'd heard rumors that someone was going to introduce a replica of the old Harley-Davidson line using a...
His smile was wide as he made his way down the hall to his room. He heard his mother showering and going through her processes for bed. His dad just gave a halfhearted hello as he walked past their bedroom door. His dad was busy watching TV. Tim turned on the overhead light as he entered his room and immediately closed and locked the door. He quickly blew a kiss to Cindy on the wall, sat down at the desk, and was taking off his shoes when his mom knocked. Tim unlocked the door. “Hey, I...
I didn't stay long at the party ― it was their party, not mine ― and hiked back up to the flying bridge. I sat there for a while and burned one while thoughts flew through my head. What had I gotten myself in for? Was it more than a little flirting? (Okay, I knew it was more than just flirting, but how much more?) The only thing I knew for sure was that I didn't want it to stop no matter where it led. The weather guessers were right about the front coming in, for once. By 0100 it was...
Top came back a little over an hour later grinning like a mad fiend at the same time Weird surfaced from his daze. "The East Bay warehouses," Top announced triumphantly. "That checks," Weird nodded. "The first tracker on her limo stopped transmitting about midnight, just about the time she was supposed to have left the party. The second one didn't stop until they got right here." He placed his finger on a map of the Bay area. It was an area just west of East Bay. At one time there...
We couldn't tell how closely they had been watching Tink's house or even if they were so we didn't head straight there. I'm sure it would have been safe enough but I didn't want to take even the small chance of getting into a firefight. Besides I had no desire to see Cynthia right then and Tink didn't want to go back home just yet. Tink did call her to briefly say she was okay and would be home soon. Luckily I had to only hear half of that conversation. "I'm fine, Mom," Tink said...
A Man of Wealth and Taste Raymond Murphy had trouble keeping the smile off his face. His son Tim was going on and on about how cool it was being on the sidelines for the varsity football win against the Clark Cougars. The first half of football featured an unsure Roosevelt team going up against a Clark team who, though good, was not up to their usual standards and was going to have a down year. Roosevelt was not expected to make the playoffs. “I’m telling you, Dad, Frank Robinson looked...
Leonard Huffnagle was having a lot of trouble looking for dirt on Tim Murphy from San Antonio Roosevelt High School. The only tangible thing he was able to confirm was that Tim had gifted the Trojan iPad, given by Coach Andrew Thomas of IMG Academy, to his little sister, Carmen. IMG was known for recruiting the best high school football players from across the country and giving them highly specialized coaching to better prepare them for college football. Kids graduating from IMG often...
Rodney Valentine’s throat was sore from his screaming. His knuckles were scratched and bruised from pounding on that poor, unsuspecting asshole who didn’t know any better. Rodney was especially pissed because no one could figure out why he was so pissed off in the first place. Valentine and his posse of teammates arrived at the house party a little bit later than everyone else, as usual. It was an unwritten rule that the host of the party would have the game highlights from that weekend’s...
Tim, Troy, Rob, Frank, and Jeff were quiet most of the way on the drive to the address included with their multi-colored cards found in their lockers after the beating the Rough Riders had given to the Johnson Jaguars. The five young men crammed into Jeff’s GTO were mostly quiet, daydreaming about the story Troy had told them. “I think I know what this is. You guys feel like having an experience?” Troy asked with a strange, tilted smile. “My dad told me a story that he said I could never...
A Messy Situation Once Tim Murphy closed his bedroom door and turned on the bedroom lamp, he blew a quick kiss to his one-and-only Cindy, taped up on the wall, and collapsed on the bed with the biggest smile of his life. Tim was quietly reliving what had happened to him after the game. When he laughed to himself, he realized he didn’t even think about the game when the great time he had that night ran through his mind. The quiet knock on the bedroom door alerted him to the here and now. The...
Tim Murphy and the nanites in his body had already written the two reports – one for his English class and the other for his US History class. It was just a matter of typing and formatting the report in the proper sets. All in all, the two assignments only took a few minutes to type, save, and email to their respective teachers. When he sent his English paper, he had a flash of remembrance of his short relationship with his English teacher, Julianne Holmes, considered one of the hot teachers...
The week of practice started with a few announcements from Big John on Monday morning. Big John had canceled morning practice with a sign written on the giant dry erase board along the long wall in the locker room. He didn’t cancel all practice, but it would be just no helmets or pads. That meant a full hour of lifting weights rather than working out on the practice fields in full pads – a day off for sure. Before practice would have typically begun, the Roosevelt football teams met in the...
Going into downtown San Antonio for evening dinner was rare for the Murphy family. Of course, they went out to dinner occasionally but not very far from their neighborhood. Raymond had ordered the women in his life to a day of indulgence at their favorite beauty spa to get pampered and eventually have their makeup done. While the womenfolk were enjoying their day of pampering, the men folk went to fill a glaring hole in the younger Murphy man’s life: the lack of a nice suit. Tim had never...
As they did so often, the Murphy family sang along with the music on the radio. The Murphy parents both enjoyed all genres and encouraged their children to listen to all types of music. Juanita had her favorites and listened to them with the specialized music channels through the cable provider. She preferred the popular hits from the 1980s and 1990s, while Raymond also preferred that and rock music from the 1970s. The patriarch of the family steered into a parking lot nearby the...
The next day was moving day. I've heard how being out on tour with an entertainer can seem a little like riding a tornado without a safety belt but you couldn't tell that by me. I've heard how some tours play twenty cities in twenty days but that isn't how things are done in Ireland. Time seems less important and venues aren't always open when you want them to be. We were doing 25 shows in three months and that included a two-week break in the middle to "relax." Not exactly an arduous...
The next few weeks were just plain work. It probably seems like touring with a popular band would be great fun and endless adventure but mostly it was a lot like combat: endless hours of boredom interrupted by moments of shear terror. Well, terror is probably a bit of an overstatement, maybe agitation and concern would be more appropriate. Anytime the girls were heading into a large crowd there was a concern; happily we hadn't had anything like the clusterfuck we'd seen in Clonakilty but...
The beating on the window got Raymond’s attention first. The stranger was pounding on the window and attempting to open the drivers-side door. Neither were budging. Raymond took control of his faculties and assessed his current situation. The airbags deployed nicely and had stopped him from diving head-first through the windshield. He gave it a couple of pats of appreciation. Then he began a checklist for any possible injuries. His arms moved without any trouble. The fingers on his hand were...
The skipper of my boat was a man of few words it seemed for he maintained a taciturn silence as we sailed away from the island. I didn’t mind the lack of communication. I huddled miserably in the stern of the fishing boat, lost in my own thoughts and hardly in a mood to talk. My tear blurred eyes were fixed upon the dwindling view of the island as we left it far astern. Soon it was nothing but a pinprick on the horizon and shortly afterwards I lost it in the afternoon haze. It felt as if...
One day (I suppose it must have been after I’d spent about two months on the island) I was down along the shoreline collecting driftwood. On these occasions I always kept my eye open for anything else that might be of any use and this day I had a real find. Washed up against some rocks a few yards off the beach was a large plastic garbage bin. An old discarded garbage bin might not seem anything to get excited about but it was as good as treasure from King Solomon’s mines as far as I was...
Footprints In The Sea - Chapters 5 & 6 By Frances Penwiddy Copyright © Frances Penwiddy 2015 Footprints in the sea is a work of fiction and any similarity to persons living or dead is coincidental. This novel is not considered suitable material for minors and is rated X Shipwrecked on an island in the South Pacific region known as the Wilderness and more than one thousand miles from the nearest known habited land and located between New Zealand and South America,...
When I awoke the next morning I was alone. I rose up from my bed amidst the ruins of the villa and peered around cautiously. There was no sign of her. Carefully I tip-toed out from the ruins and conducted a quick scan of the surroundings. The little olive grove was quite deserted other than the small creatures with which I shared the island. These seemed busy at this early hour. There was a little dark grey bird singing from the scrub at the edge of the olive grove. It had a musical voice I...
This story has taken me forty years to tell and I only finally relate it now in the firm conviction that nobody will believe a single word of it. In many respects that doesn’t concern me. I have other motives than those of persuading the reader of the veracity of my tale. I write it more to exorcise a ghost that has haunted me for most of my adult life and will doubtless continue to do so for the rest of my days. It is a story, the memory of which, has been my constant companion these past...
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This story was written for the enjoyment of Adults only. Please feel free to send me comments on my work, I love hearing from you. Send any comments to [email protected]. THE SEA WHORE Written by 4play Chapter 1: The CaptureJohnny The day was sunny and warm as I headed east on I-10 from Tucson. I was driving my new BMW convertible with the top down. My car had been an early graduation...
Mike lowered his binoculars and pushed the throttle forward to its maximum. It would be an exaggeration to say that his elderly cabin cruiser surged ahead. A large cloud of black smoke and a series of backfires belched from the exhaust, the ancient hull vibrated and slowly the revs increased.The inappropriately named “Queen of the Waves” lurched and protested as the speed built up to 15 knots.Through his binoculars Mike had seen hundreds of gannets diving into the water. He knew what that...
AnalThis story was written for the enjoyment of Adults only. Please feel free to send me comments on my work, I love hearing from you. Send any comments to [email protected]. THE SEA WHORE Written by 4play Chapter 1: The Capture Johnny The day was sunny and warm as I headed east on I-10 from Tucson. I was driving my new BMW convertible with the top down. My car had been an early...
When we were first married, my wife and I had landed a sweet deal as the caretakers of a historic property on the coast of Maine . We were newlyweds without a lot of money, but we lived in a small cottage over looking the harbor in one of those quintessential towns that the modern world had passed by. Lobster boats still worked during the day and in the evenings pleasure boats plied the waters. It was a short walk along the river to a cliff encircled harbor beach that hosted a...
First TimeIntroduction: —- The Introduction for this story is in the main body of text —- For more insight into the characters and their storyline please read Lust on the Beach Part I and Lust on the Beach Part II click my name to see those stories. — Gaynor Day Out — — INTRODUCTION —- The final part of the Lust on the Beach series. In this third part Gaynor and Mikes affair is nearing its seventh month and throughout those months Gaynor and Mike had fucked on beach coves, in hotels, in the storage...