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“Watch out for the sharks; they are numerous and pretty excitable.” He turned suddenly,
“Whiskey, you twins?”
“That would be great please,” Gavin smiled. “This is a beautiful motor launch, Harry;
where are you guys from if I may ask?”
“We are based in Oahu, Hawaii; we are on our return trip from a three week cruise around
Fiji and Samoa.”
We were ushered into a beautifully decorated saloon, the solid, carved wooden table and
easy chairs testament to a very well appointed boat. “Here's a lot of money,” I thought,
looking around at such opulence in awe. The thick piled carpets, dazzling varnished teak,
and subtle blend of cream paneling was exquisite. Paintings of the sea in some of her moods
adorned the carved bulkheads. I was surprised and a little disappointed to see that there
were no ladies present. A thought struck me, but I immediately banished it from my mind.
The saloon had an almost too masculine theme. The niggling thought popped back into my
mind. “These guys aren't all gay I wonder? Surely not, but surely why not, there are no wo-
men aboard which is very strange on a boat with a crew of handsome young bucks. Come
to think of it; there is something odd about Harry, and Tony definitely has something weird
about him.” I expected we would find out in due course.
The enormous crystal snifters arrived, filled almost to the top with a good malty smell of
fine old whiskey, ice cubes clinking merrily. I snuck a sly look at Gavin as we were invited
to sit; he gave me a comical weasel look and took a long drag at his smoke.
“Great whiskey this,” he stated, offering up the glass in a salute.
“Yeah, it's Irish,” drawled Harry, staring at my shoulders. I was wearing a skimpy tank top
due to the heat. I noticed Harry's eyes roaming pointedly around my body. I was acutely
embarrassed.
“Now this is the way to travel, first class all the way,” I said, as I accepted the offered whis-
key off the tray and tried to divert Harry's obvious attentions away from me. I was mildly
flattered that another human would admire my body, but I was shocked that it had to be a
man. Was I sure he was gay? I looked at him surreptitiously, but his impartial face held no
immediate answer.
“Where are you guys from? Is that a South African accent I'm hearing?”
“Very impressive, how could you tell?” asked Gavin, seemingly oblivious for now of the
undercurrents, as he readily accepted a cigarette from Tony.
