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her flaming hair. I noticed too she had a large bust. There was a lot of woman in that little
package … I was about to find out just how much.
I made us some spaghetti noodles and opened a can of mushrooms to put on top. It was
most pleasant, and we got on pretty well. I was pleasantly taken aback when she stood up
finally and, with her head, silently beckoned me to follow her down to the dark interior of
the cabin.
She had not been with a man for four years. She told me afterward through a flood of emo-
tional tears, and I felt very sympathetic and was drawn to her. As it was late, I invited her
to spend the night on-board. She nodded smiling, and this time she did not cry but became
a hungry, healthy woman. We both glowed in the dark afterward with contentment as she
spoke sweet nothings in my ear, slowly sweeping her fingers through my chest hairs. She
slipped off the bunk and stood on the top step of the companionway, smoking. I admired
her naked, white body in the soft harbor lights. Her skin was like marble, and she was very
well-shaped, definitely a good-looking little woman. We both slept well all night.
She left the following morning, all smiles and actually laughing like a school girl when at-
tempting to negotiate the dock steps from the unstable dinghy. I invited her to accompany
me on a weekend sail that had been arranged with a couple of the other cruisers. We were
all to sail in tandem to a little bay where we would anchor and have a barbecue on the
beach. It sounded like fun; if only I knew what lay ahead of me!
She arrived on Friday morning, just prior to the sail. It was a long weekend, and we were
all looking forward to this little outing. Helena arrived with one large, battered suitcase, a
backpack, and one or two other smaller personal bags. As she had little money, she was
unable to contribute to the weekend food and drinks. I did notice that she had a supply of
cigarettes. We set sail with the others for Renown Bay where we would spend the weekend.
Helena did not want to learn about sailing or anything about boats in fact. It became all too
apparent after an hour of sailing. She preferred to snuggle up on the cockpit cushion with
her smokes and a book. Well, I couldn't expect anyone to fall for sailing just because they
were on a weekend trip. It was not everyone's cup of tea; besides she looked good just sit-
ting there in her full shirt and little shorts.
We arrived at the anchorage; the other two boats had already arrived and were at anchor
very close to the sandy shore. It was dead calm and perfectly safe. I nosed up as close as I
dared and dropped the fisherman anchor, backing up slightly to bury it, and cut the diesel.
The peace was most welcome. I waved at the others and was answered by one of the guys
holding up and shaking a beer can, a sure invitation to come over for a drink. It was late
afternoon, and while I am not a big drinker, I am not averse to a few ales on a fun week-
end either. I suggested to Helena we go and meet the others and have a few beers. I was
