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I walked down to the beach at six that evening. The night was fine and still warm. Murphy
trotted along behind me. I had brought my backpack filled with beers and meat for the bar-
becue. The girls had set up camp; I was most impressed. Their khaki green dome tents had
been expertly erected upon a grassy spot next to the beach. Firewood had been gathered,
and the girls were doing little chores. Towels were drying on a little clothesline.
Susanne came over to me immediately, a big smile on her face, “Hi Jonathan, oh and
Murphy too, you must come and meet my friends.” She laughed warmly. “Hey you guys,
this is Jonathan, all the way from South Africa in the boat that he built himself, and that's
his kitty Murphy that I told you about!”
I'm quite sure I was blushing from my hair roots all the way down to my toes. Susanne
looked beautiful in tight jeans and a tank top. Her hair was a mass of golden red ringlets
that fell about her shoulders and back. I looked at her friends and said hi to them, and they
chorused hello back, both smiling and looking at me inquisitively. Heaven knows what
Susanne had told them. I was duly introduced to Lorna, a stunning brunette. She was of
Italian extraction. She smiled politely, but there was an impatience in her than I saw. She
was virile and sexy and wild, definitely no chemistry between us.
Jeanine, on the other hand, was the oldest amongst them. She was an aging beauty with
blonde hair and a classic face, though the hard party years were showing when she smiled.
Her once beautiful body was going to seed, though held somewhat at bay by the frequent
and desperate trips to the gymnasium and beauty parlors no doubt. She was a honey and
was warm and friendly to me. She was genuinely interested in people and wanted to know
about the people around her.
Susanne put the beers and meat into a cooler, offered one of them to me, and opened one
of her own. “We were waiting for you to show us how to light the barbecue, Jon,” she said
grinning. “We are OK with setting up tents but thought you might like to do the fire. I know
men are really fussy about their barbecues.”
“Well, I had better get on with it then, hadn't I, or I will have three hungry, angry women
milling about! By the way, I am not one of those men that are really into their barbecues. I
seldom have them, not just because I live on a boat, but I just don't eat that much meat.”
I set to work and soon had a nice blaze going in the lava rock fireplace that had been
provided for campers. Susanne pointed to some charcoal briquettes with a wave of her beer
bottle and a sly little grin. She actually pinched my butt, which shocked and thrilled me.
We sat around and talked of my sailing adventures and of their flying careers with United.
They were all passionate about their jobs, and I could tell they were at the top of their ca-
reers. They loved traveling, were all single, and adored meeting people, especially men. I
looked at Jeanine, and saw a trace of sadness in her sweet face. She had been around quite
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