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It was a beautiful morning as we all stood on the beach, watching, as a small rubber launch made it is way in our direction. "Well ladies, it looks as if we are going to be rescued after all," I said. "I wonder how long we've been here." Natalie asked. No one said a word, but I'm sure that each one of us had asked ourselves that same question. "Who know...
I thank LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. My editors, who hail from across the pond kindly pointed out a couple of words that could well confuse some readers: Rogering = Shagging = Copulating : Bristols = Rack = Front suspension = Breasts or tits, if you like. * Don't they all say 'Hindsi...
This happened years ago, about ten years before my wife died and I came to be the dirty old man that I am today.... The boat I had back then was a Kingfisher. They were called coffin boats because they were long, narrow, and deep. It was fifteen feet long, about five wide, and almost three feet deep. There was a pedestal seat in the bow with the outboard mot...
"Sally, do you like fresh lobster?" "Yes, why do you ask?" "My friend Nick from high school has a boat in the keys that he inherited from his grandfather and invited me down for the mini lobster season next week. He said I could bring a friend who would share a stateroom with me. I thought immediately of you." "That would be great, but how does it fit in...
Author's Notes: I highly recommend you start with Summer Break Pt. 01, Pt. 02 and Pt. 03 before proceeding with Pt. 04. This is an ongoing story about Steve and Teri. Thank you all for the comments you have left and keep them coming. I read them all, good or bad. ******** Three days later, Teri is still coping with personal problems stemming from the Gre...
Bob and Rose were the first to arrive at the lake. They parked and made their way down to the dock, but nobody else was around. As they sat at a picnic table, Bob watched his wife, suspicious thoughts nagging at him. "It's a great day for boating," Rose offered, glancing around and avoiding Bob's stares. "I heard it'll be over a hundred degrees again today....
I gave my wife a gentle kiss before climbing off the air mattress and sliding a pair of shorts up my legs. It was early, the sun barely peeking through the trees and dancing on the sides of the tent. I grabbed a power bar and a Gatorade and headed down to the boat. No one wanted to come along this morning, but that was fine with me. It meant I could work som...
I'm not sure when it hit me; this was almost the same trip we'd started the year before? Then it occurred to me: when does one journey end, and the next begin? Then - as now - we'd spruced up the boat, loaded her up with fuel and provisions. Then - as now - we'd left midcoast Maine and sailed south for Massachusetts Bay, bound for the Cape Cod Canal. Then -...
I started the motor, listened for minute, and pulled the stick into reverse. The 20-foot boat moved easily, backing out of the boat slip. It had been almost three years since I'd had the boat on the water. The lake levels had fluctuated wildly during several years of drought and I hated to risk a lightly-used boat running in what might have been shallow wate...