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“That sounds great, just a quickie though.” The words had a delicious double entendre and
echoed about my mind. I smiled in the dark, wondering if she had said that on purpose.
I shot her a quick glance, and she caught my eye but said nothing. There was a hint of a
smile, and, looking away hurriedly, I bent into my rowing.
Shipping the oars, I grabbed Déjà vu's toe rail and stood up cautiously, holding the dinghy
steady for Tam. I followed her over the top, made the painter fast, and went down below.
She remained in the cockpit, looking about the boat.
“You built her, didn't you?”
“Yes, ma'am.”
“She's lovely; you must be very proud!”
“Thanks, I am rather, she's proving to be quite a character,” I said, handing her a tumbler
of liquid amber.
“Oh my goodness, that's a lot! Ta.”
We drank in silence, both alone in our thoughts. When I looked at her, I noticed her looking
at me, and we both looked away in amusement.
“Would you mind if I peeked down below?”
“Not at all. It's not quite as posh as your lovely boat though!”
“No, but then ours was built by a very professional yard in a country where they invented
them.”
I had lit an oil lamp which cast a pleasing, yellow glow about the cabin, complimenting
the overall effect of varnished wood and soft green decor. She took a brief tour of my boat,
commenting on things and, returning to the main cabin, sat down on a bunk.
“It's hot down below,” she said, removing her sweater. I had been standing on the com-
panionway steps and looked down at her. I noticed her tight, flimsy shirt with the obvious
form of her large breasts and saw her watching me. She smiled, patting the bunk next to
her. I thrilled to see her deftly remove her top, and her ponderous breasts sprang out freely,
nipples very erect.
“Very hot down here,” she repeated, wriggling out of her shorts.
I turned the oil lamp down low and sat next to her.
