19 comments/ 86699 views/ 32 favorites The Cat Easton Legend By: Grey Eagle 286 The Cat Easton Legend When we were ready I started the outboard and helped her get up on the tower, then I climbed up and we were off. We idled slowly out into Biscayne Bay before I shoved the throttle forward and the boat jumped up and skimmed along the surface of the bay. We ran down to the tip of Key Biscayne and the old Cape Florida Lighthouse, then turned south for the flat on the east end of 'Stiltsville'. 'Stiltsville' was named for a scattered community of houses built on pilings or stilts on the shallow sand flats between deep water channels. Catherine could not believe how much better we could see from the short tower. I shut the outboard off and tilted it up out of the water. We stood on the tower, it was a close but comfortable fit for the two of us. I used the thrusters to move us silently up on the flat. The water was clear but the sun was too low for good visibility. I anchored us using the power pole (a mechanical pole, mounted on the stern, that was extended back and down into the sand and marl to anchor the boat in shallow water.). I put my arms around Catherine and she held me tightly. I pointed out a lone bonefish. As the tide came in, more and more fish moved up on the flat. We saw a group of about ten very large bonefish. I remarked that this would be a good flat. Cat reminded me that the tournament was still two days away and that the tide would be two hours later then. I said I figured the flat would be good at about ten o'clock the first day of the tournament and that the sun would be almost too high the next day after that. I retracted the power pole and used the thrusters to get back to the deeper water. We checked some nearby flats. We ran south to Soldiers Key and checked the flats there, we went on to Sands Key and Elliot Key and checked a number of flats in those areas. They were shallower flats and we saw a number of fish just starting to move up on them. We spent the morning scouting flats. I asked if she wanted to fish any of them and she said she was having a great time watching the fish while cuddling with me on the tower. I put the power pole down on a nice flat and helped her get down from the tower. The sun was getting pretty hot so I pulled off my light jacket and my long pants. Cat grinned and quickly stripped down to tiny little white shorts and a halter-top. Her body was gorgeous, every bit as good as I thought it was. I got out a beach umbrella and locked the pole in a special socket on the stern deck. It was pleasant in the shade and we got out the cooler Catherine had packed. She had several bottles of lemonade and a couple of Bud Lite Beers. She opened a lemonade and took a drink, she handed the bottle to me. I took a drink and grinned, "That really hits the spot." She had snacks but I wasn't hungry. Cat smiled and reached over and ran her hand over my belly. Shivers ran down my spine. She looked at me then pulled up my tee shirt. "Damn! Now that is what I call a six-pack. You are in terrific shape. You must work out a lot." "No, not really, I box, do some martial arts and I really love to swim or run if I can find the time." "What do you do for a living?" "I am an information broker; I provide facts for several agencies, private firms, and news services." "Ooooo! That sounds a bit spooky. Can I ask more questions?" I chuckled, "You can ask anything you want. If I answer some questions I will either have to kill you, or kiss you." "Forget the kill ones, just answer the kiss questions please, lots of them." We leaned towards each other behind the umbrella pole and kissed. My hands caressed the smooth warm skin of her back. Her hands were under my shirt moving over my back. I looked at her, "I have a couple of questions; do you own the Cloud #9, and who IS Brad Barker?" She smiled, "You are very perceptive, yes I own it, I bought it several years ago. Brad is the brother of a lady my Dad dates, he is also a professional cage fighter. They call him 'Bad, Bad, Beastly Brad'." I heard a rumble to the north. I looked up and saw a large thunderstorm moving in off the Atlantic, the afternoon thunder- storms were early. I turned up the volume on the radio, then picked up the microphone and said, "Ranger, this is Scotty, over." "Go ahead Scotty, Ranger reads you loud and clear. Over." "Ranger, we are anchored a half mile west of Caesar's Creek." "Scotty, Ranger is not painting you on the radar. Over." "Roger, Ranger, how does that storm look on the radar? Over." "Scotty, It looks like a line of squalls moving in. I don't think you can make it back without getting pretty damned wet. You should be OK where you are for a while, or we can meet you in the Intracoastal in about an hour." "Ranger, this is Scott, the last sounds good. We will stay well clear of the weather and cruise slowly north until we see you." "Roger, Boss, we will have a nice lunch for two when we meet you. Over." "That sounds good Jack, get moving." "Aye aye, Sir! We have the engines started and have all the lines singled up and the spring lines are coming in now. We will be under way in a minute, Ranger out." I looked down to see Cat watching me, "Isn't that the big boat we were on this morning?" "Yes. I knew there was a chance this could happen from the forecast. I am going to run north for 15 or 20 minutes to where that big white sand area is and we can take a dip while we wait?" "Oh! Scotty, I would love that, I have a suit in my bag." She dug her bag out of the locker where it was stowed. "Turn your back while I change." I turned around and looked the other way. "OK, I am finished, you can look now." I turned around. OH MY GOD!!! She was wearing the proverbial 'tiny weenie, yellow, polka dot, bikini'. Three little triangles of yellow fabric, with red polka dots, were painted on her lovely body in strategic places. "Do you like it?" She turned around slowly. Then walked to me and stopped in front of me. The bottom was a thong, the back of which was not visible except for a waist band and a tiny triangle where the thong attached to the band, then it disappeared between her ass cheeks. She smiled and said, "Well?" "Well I, ah, er, um, ah! Damn, Girl, you leave me speechless. Now what am I going to do?" "What do you mean?" "I have a white nylon Speedo on under my shorts. I like it because it dries almost instantly, but it won't cover me now." "Oh yeah! I see your problem, I won't look while you straighten it out." She giggled, "I guess being straight IS the problem, isn't it?" "OK." I dropped my shorts and pulled the Speedo down some and adjusted my cock. I glanced up, and she was watching me. She was smiling from ear to ear. "Scotty, you are beautiful, you do not have a thing to be ashamed of." She giggled, "I didn't mean that, but it is true. God, you are cute when you blush." We put our clothes in her big bag and ran the skiff over to the large white sand area. The crystal clear water was only about four feet deep and the current there was negligible. I anchored us with the power pole. I turned and saw her dive into the water. I was right behind her. When my head broke water she was right in front of me. She wrapped her arms and legs around me. Her lips found mine and her tongue entered my mouth. Our heads went under water so I put my feet down. I could stand up, the water was only chest deep for me. I held her tightly to my body while we kissed. My hands slipped down over her ass and pulled her into my groin harder. She moaned into my mouth. I felt her hands run over my body. She giggled and dove away from me. We frolicked in the water for a while before I got a good grip on her. I pulled her to my chest and smiled, she smiled back and our lips met again. We drifted slightly apart and her hand slipped down and over the front of my Speedo. She grinned at me, "Your little Speedo is fully packed, not much spare room in there. Let's get back in the boat. I'm getting a chill." We swam to the boat and I climbed over the side and then reached down for her hands. I lifted her onto the stern deck, and then I hurried to a locker and brought a large towel and quickly dried her off. She took the towel and carefully dried me. She dried my legs then looked up at me, "If you are going to change back to your shorts do you want me to dry you off under your Speedo?" I knew my Speedo was almost dry but I said yes. She grabbed the sides of the waist and yanked down. I watched as she gently dried my cock and my balls. When she was through she looked up, she smiled and hung the towel over my cock. "Boy, that's real handy for a towel rack." I started to reach for her and glanced up and saw a large boat in the distance. It was still on the edge of the rain and I pointed it out to Catherine. We decided to get dressed and run toward her. I slipped into my shorts. Cat smiled as she watched me. She didn't turn when she pulled off her bikini. There was absolutely no sag to her beautiful firm breasts. Her nipples were erect. Her hips were just perfect below her trim waist. Her pubic area was smooth shaven. I was sure glad I had my shorts already up because I was hard as a rock from looking at her. She was watching me. She leaned forward to adjust her breasts in her halter. She walked to me and gently smiled, "I think I please you, and I know you please me." I just nodded and gulped. The wind was picking up and the seas were getting a little rougher. Another squall was moving toward us. I could see that the large boat headed toward us was the Ranger. I ran toward them fast then slowed down when we got closer. Both boats slowed and I swung around and eased up behind the larger vessel. Two men were on her stern. I asked Cat if she thought she could throw the bow line to the men. She smiled and hurried forward. I moved carefully up behind the Ranger, the stern door was opened and Jack, the Captain, stepped out on the swim platform. He took the line from Cat and handed it to Mike, the mate, and then he took her hands and helped her aboard. I saw the bow line was secure and shut the engine off and tilted the motor until the lower unit was clear of the water. I ran forward and jumped for the swim platform. Cat hugged me as I came through the stern door. She was grinning happily. Mike gave me a high five and I saw that Jack, the Captain using a remote control to steer the boat. He said they thought the best thing was to continue south in the Waterway, towing the skiff until we reached some deeper water where we had room to turn around. I saw that the squall was much closer and led Catherine into the cabin. We entered the main salon. I said, "This is my home, what's mine is yours, make yourself comfortable." We watched the squall hit trough the large windows. It was now very dark outside. Catherine was shivering in the air conditioning. I took her hand and led her to some steps ('Ladder' on a boat.) and we descended to a passageway ( a 'hallway' ashore.). I opened the first door on the left. "This is Nancy's cabin. There are a lot of clothes in the drawers and hanging lockers, help yourself." She stared at me. "Who is Nancy?" "My little sister. She visits every chance she gets, we are very close because we have no other immediate family. I'm going to shower off the saltwater and put on some jeans. Want to join me." She laughed, "Is there a shower in Nancy's cabin too?" I sighed and said there was. She laughed, "You look so disappointed, just like a little boy who was told there is no Santa." "WHAT? You mean it's all just a hoax?" "If it will make you feel better I'll check and see if Nancy has anything that will fit, then join you for a shower. Put your Speedo back on." Her laughter rang in my ears as she shut the cabin door behind her. I stripped and got out some jeans, a tee shirt, and some underwear and put them on the queen-sized bunk. There was a light knock on the door. It opened and Cat came in and dropped some clothes on the bunk, she looked around, "I like this, it's very nice, it is lots bigger than Nancy's cabin." "Hey, she is a little girl and I live here full time." Cat grinned, "She is no little girl. She is the same sizes that I am, she has expensive tastes in clothes." "Well you are a little girl too. Do you prefer cheap clothes?" She giggled again, "You got me that time. I love your sense of humor, you tease but it is gentle and there is no hurt in it." She walked in the bathroom ('Head' on a boat.) and took off the robe she was wearing, she hung it on the hook behind the door, she looked over her shoulder, "Come on little boy, there really is a Santa." I licked my lips, she was lovely. She had the slim body of a young girl. Flat belly, narrow waist, a small, but very cute ass, and she had an impressive rack. She was Cover Girl quality. When I joined her she was totally nude, she looked at me, "I can't believe you really put that Speedo back on. Here let me get it off you." She pulled it down and let it drop to the deck. She adjusted the water and picked up a washcloth and a bar of soap. She turned and ran her hands over my chest, she leaned forward and kissed my nipple, then ran her tongue around it. "Mmmmm, still salty, let me get you squeaky clean." She worked up some suds on the washcloth and scrubbed my whole body, she didn't miss an inch from between my toes to behind my ears. She paused on my chest, her fingers gently tracing the many scars there. A tear ran from each eye, "War?" "Yes." She gently kissed along each of them, "There, they will be all better now. Please don't let that happen again." She held me tightly and sobbed, "No more war! OK?" I lifted her head and kissed the tears from each eye. Then I kissed her sweet lips. She held me very tight. I washed her lovely body just as carefully, finding not a single flaw. We shampooed each other's hair; luckily we were using my Johnson's Baby Shampoo because our eyes seemed to get washed too. When we dried ourselves, she pushed me down to sit on the bed and stood between my legs. She held me to her breast. I saw her looking down at me as I moved my mouth toward her right nipple. I stopped. She whispered, "Let me call Daddy and tell him we are alright, we need to eat something because once we start, we are not leaving this cabin until morning, and that may not be until way after breakfast or maybe even lunch. OK?" I looked at the succulent, long, thick, dark pink nipple only an inch or two from my mouth. I sighed deeply, "Damn! I knew there ain't no damned Sandy Claws." Catherine laughed; she rubbed that tasty morsel across my lips then pulled back. "Yes there is, Sweetie, it just ain't Christmas yet." We got dressed and when I reached for the door she stopped me. She looked in my eyes, "Scotty, I have never felt like this about anyone else in my whole life, I love everything about you. I have never, ever, been so happy. I have always loved sex. But Sweetie, I just feel that this is different, a whole new level for me. "I want it to be perfect; I want to savor every second we are together. I need to be honest with you. I need to tell you some things about me that you may eventually hear from someone else, I don't want to hide anything from you and have it hurt you later. This is hard for me because I know you may not want me after you hear me out." I smiled as best I could, "Is what you have to tell me something that will be continuing to happen or is it totally in your past?" "Completely in my past the instant I commit to you, and in my mind that has already happened." "What ever you did is in the past as far as I am concerned, as long as what you did was not against the law, or has resulted in you having a STD of some kind." "No! It's nothing like that!" "Do you want to talk about it now?" She looked frightened, "Scott, I am afraid that I have to confess that I have been pretty much of a little slut. For me a whole weekend was a long commitment, most of my affairs could be measured in hours, and I had a bunch of them. "I never felt any attachment other than casual sex with any of them. If they were exceptional lovers I would make replicas of their erections in life-like plastic. I have them in a cabinet in my bedroom like trophies. They each bear a number and date. They are arranged in order of how I rated their performance. I don't want you to ever see them." "How many?" "Twenty two." "No repeaters?" "NO, none." "Why?" "I don't really know that. I know I did not want a lasting relationship because I didn't like men except as sexual toys. I was raped by an older guy when I was fourteen. I loved it and I hated myself for liking it. "My desires for sex would build for weeks until I thought I would explode. I would eventually give in and hunt for a victim and invite him into my bed. If he was very good I would make a cast of his erection, then dump him. I went through several years of treatment and therapy, I kept right on doing it." She looked at me so sorrowfully that I wanted to hold her and comfort her. I admired her courage in revealing all of this to me. I asked, "Was Brad one of your trophies?" "Yes, several months ago. He wanted a repeat. I was hunting someone new." "You found me!" "No, you found me and rescued me. I had never met anyone like you. Someone who risked his life against a much bigger man, with no hope of any gain just because I needed help! After I teased you a little you did hit on me very gently. I loved just being with you. I WAS sexually aroused but it was different, it was a more basic need, the need for far more than sex, the desire just to be near you, the desire to have children with a very superior and honorable human being. More simply, I fell in love for the first time in my life." I smiled, "Hey girl, what do you think I was doin' in that club. I was cruisin' too! I have had a lot of 'one nighters' myself. I have never made replicas; I never thought of it, I did write their names in my little book. I rated them with little stars after their names. I don't have the justification that I was raped. I just love to fuck and have never met the right person either. I just don't see a problem." She stared at me. Then she said, "Why me, why did you rescue me?" "Well, my tights and cape were in the cleaners with my cowl and mask. There was no phone booth handy, so I just ran a bluff. Actually, I was watching a helpless woman and a big oaf was harassing her, I wasn't going to let him get away with it." She watched me for a little while. "Really, that's all it was?" "No, to be honest, I was scared to death, but I saw you were in trouble and thought you were very beautiful, that was all the reason I needed. I guess I have a 'Shining Knight' syndrome. Usually it is a husband or boyfriend and they don't want to be rescued." A smile grew on her face, "You are MY shining knight." We dressed in our earlier outfits, I took her hand and we went up to the salon. Mike brought us two large lobster salads. Cat was very impressed. She said, "Wow! You must do this all the time." Mike said, "NO Ma'am, you are the first Lady that Mr. Scotty has ever brought aboard this vessel. We wanted to please you so you would come back. He caught the lobster himself while he was scouting the flats yesterday. We all had them for dinner last night, this was leftovers." She smiled at me. "You served me leftovers for our first lunch together?" Mike started to speak but a look from me silenced him. "Catherine, I had no input about what was to be served, however, in spite of your distain for the meal, I personally thought it was very delicious and very attractively served. I think you owe Mike an apology. Oh yeah! Where DID you buy it Mike?" Mike looked from me to Cat and back. A tear rolled down Cat's cheek, she said, "Please forgive me Mike, the lunch was one of the best I have ever tasted. I have fallen in love with Mr. Scotty, but I just love to tease him. I hope you have a chance to get used to our shenanigans. We don't mean to hurt anyone, but I was a little out of line." The Cat Easton Legend "Ma'am, Miss Catherine, I know we will get along. You are just what Mr. Murphy needs. I have seen him laugh and smile more this afternoon with you, than I have seen the whole time I have known him. He has never joked around with us very much before." The squall still battered the Ranger. Cat and I cuddled on a couch and watched the rain beat the waves down and we listened to the wind whistle through the rigging and antennae above us. Cat jerked and looked at me, "Your skiff, is she OK?" "Yes Dear, she is safely stowed away in her cradle up above us. We have a hydraulic crane that we use to lift her aboard. Thank you for worrying though." I kissed her forehead. Mike asked if there was anything we needed. Catherine smiled at him. "I suspect you might have some pink lemonade, if you do, two would be nice." "Miss Catherine", Mike grinned, "I always have a big jug of that stuff in the refrigerator for the boss. I'll be right back." He was back in a minute with two tall frosted glasses of lemonade. Her drink was decorated with a maraschino cherry, a sprig of mint, and a tiny oriental umbrella. He said, "Buzz me if you need anything." "Mmmm! This is good, what kind is it?" "It is artificially flavored Great Value brand from WalMart. It is half plain Lemonade and half Pink Lemonade. No calories and no carbs." Cat said, "I like him. Has he worked for you for very long?" "Mike was with me in Iraq. He was a Machinist Mate in the Navy. The engines on this boat are his babies, but there just isn't enough to keep him busy. He spent twenty five years in the Navy and I got him a job with a yacht maintenance company. He wasn't happy, I guess he wasn't used to so much freedom of choice in his life. He came to work for me when I bought this boat three years ago. He loves cooking and all the domestic stuff. He keeps the boat spick and span. He has a little duplex in north Florida near where we usually dock Ranger. When we are here in Miami he bunks ashore with an old shipmate. He can run and handle this boat better than the Captain can. She looked up at me. "I know my cell won't work out here, is there any way I can call my dad and tell him what happened?" "Sure, we have a satellite phone, but the storm may block the signal, I'll check for a dial tone. Hey, I got a dial tone. Here, punch in his number including the area code." "Hi, Daddy, it's me, Cat. . . Yes, that's why I called, we are right in the middle of it. . .Yes we are on his boat, but this is a bigger boat. It is huge, he lives aboard her. . . I just wanted to let you know we are OK so you don't worry. . .Love you too Daddy. Good bye now!" She turned and handed me the phone. She thanked me for letting her use the phone. I chuckled, "If there was one thing I learned as a teenager, it was to not piss off the girl's Daddy." She smiled , "I think I need a nap now. The storm seems to be letting up to just heavy rain now. I want to love you and snuggle with you, if I didn't run you off." I stood and led her to my cabin. While I watched her undress I picked up the intercom. "Hey, Jack, we are going to take a nap. . . Right. . . That'll be fine." She said, "I guess he made a remark about us." "NO, not at all. He just said that when the weather cleared he would take us back to the dock, secure the boat and the two of them would go home." She grinned and started pulling my shirt up over my head. I dropped my pants and kicked them away. I threw the covers back and let her crawl in before me. We kissed for a long time with our hands exploring each other. She pushed me away and giggled, "Now I am going to have my way with you, lover." She kissed my eyes and cheeks, then my mouth again, she kissed my chest and sucked on each of my nipples before she kissed my lips again. She ran her hands and her lips down over my stomach, she returned to kiss my mouth again, then ran her hands down through my pubic hair. She twisted down and gently lifted my cock. She looked it over carefully then glanced up at me. She said, "Wow! I have seen a few longer cocks, but I think yours is as wide and thick as I have ever seen. I just KNOW he will be delightful." She smiled and lowered her mouth until I could feel her warm breath on my cock. Her lips closed around my cock and slipped slowly down over him until half was in her warm wet mouth. Her eyes never left mine. She lifted and caressed the bulbous head with her tongue. A strand of saliva or pre-cum stretched from the tip of my cock to her sweet lips when she pulled back. Our eyes were still locked as she swung up to kiss my mouth again. This time I held her head in place for a long tongue twisting kiss. I love the way she kisses. "It's my turn now." I whispered as I pushed her on to her back and kissed my way to her lovely breasts. Damn! Her nipples were absolutely perfect for sucking. I sucked them and they grew and grew, they were thicker and longer. I flipped them gently with my fingers, I would push one over and release it, it snapped back in place. I loved them with my tongue and gently nibbled on the nipples with my teeth. She moaned softly. I smiled to myself and ran my tongue down her tummy and over her mound. I moved quickly between her legs and buried my face into her wet pussy. She said, "Oh! Oh yes! Yes! Ummmmm! That is good, honey! So very damned good! Oh God, your tongue is inside me. Ohhh! Shit, that is so freaking wonderful, you are sucking my whole pussy in your mouth! Oh Scotty! Please put your cock inside me now, I need him right now!" I moved up over her body and felt her small hand reach between our bodies and grab my cock and pull it to where she wanted it. She rubbed the head up and down her warm wet slit. I felt her lift her hips to meet me. My cock slipped inside her easily, then she got tighter and tighter. She was slippery and wet with her juices, it felt super good, I was afraid I would shoot my load too soon. She moaned, then murmured, "Damn, you feel so damned good inside me. He is stretching me, I love it." My pubes thumped into her mound and she grunted. I pulled slowly out then rammed it home again, she grunted again and on every seceding thrust. On a later stroke, I paused against her pelvis and rotated my hips while pressing hard against her. She moaned and whimpered, "That's soooo goooooood, I love it, love it, love it. God how I love it." While I pressed against her I had a chance to simmer down a little bit. When I started stroking again I moved at a slower pace but still hit the bottom hard. Her hands went behind my neck and she pulled me down for a long, long kiss. I continued my pace for several minutes then stopped and ground my pubes against her pussy again. Each time I pressed against her pussy she softly moaned and shivered when I stayed in contact with her and rapidly hunched my hips into her. I figured she had cum so I decided to finish up too. I increased my pace and really pumped into her with the short, fast strokes. I felt the pressure mount and then I climaxed, hard. I sort of faded out for a second then found I had rolled off her. She rolled toward me and I pulled her body up over mine and hugged her tightly to me. I glanced up at her and she was smiling. I kissed her eyes gently and told her softly that I loved her. Her eyes popped open and she stared down at me. She slowly turned her head and looked into my eyes, "I love you too. A whole bunch." "Was it good for you?" She wiggled a little and asked, "Do you want the truth?" That scared me, "Yes." "It was not in my 'good' category at all; it was 'super', 'magnificent', 'stupendous', it was my very, very, best ever." "Do I rate a replica?" "NO! I am going to keep the real thing in my bed always and throw the others away. The contest is over. Now I know what girls mean when they say, "He made LOVE to me." I laughed, "I think you have been to Ireland and kissed the Blarney Stone yourself." She shook her lovely head, "No, Sweetie, I mean every word of what I said, I really do. Remember the old saying, 'It ain't what you got, it's the way how you use it.' You, my love, have it covered in both ways." I held her in my arms and was about to doze off in my contented and euphoric state. She said, "Let me go clean up before we take a nap." I grabbed her and pulled her back on the bed. Before she knew what was happening I was between her legs lapping at her pussy. I raised my head and said, "I helped make the mess so I'll clean you up, OK?" I sucked up our combined juices savoring the flavors, there were still some fluids oozing out so I licked them up. I spread her little nether lips as wide as they would go with one hand, then with a finger I raked out some little gobs of cum to where I could reach them with my tongue. I looked up at her, "I'll get a towel for the wet spot but I think you are pretty clean now." She said, "Wow, that was a first for me, no one ever did that before. Do you always do that?" I admitted that it was my first time too. "Really! I loved that, our first creampie!" I heard the engines start and a few moments later we felt the motion of the boat change. I asked if she wanted to go on deck or take a nap. She looked at me, "Am I invited to spend the night with you tonight?" "Hell Yess! I'll cry all night if you don't." "Me too! Let's go up in the pilot house I have never been in a boat this large. Tell me all about her." "Well she is a very special boat. Outwardly, she appears to be a trawler. A trawler is a fishing boat that has a displacement hull, they are slow with a very long range, and are very seaworthy. A true displacement hull this size should top out at about 13 nautical miles an hour. Ranger is different in that below the waterline she is a deep V hull. She can cruise at 40 knots in good weather, she has good range too." I showed her the ladder from the salon up to the pilothouse. Jack was at the helm as we cruised at 12 knots. There was a comfortable couch on a raised platform across the back of the pilothouse. I seated her there and explained all the gadgets and equipment. The weather had cleared and the seas were now calmer. Cat asked the usual question, "How fast will she go?" "Well girl, she is about equal to a very nice house, only she is self contained with all the comforts of home, including A/C, satellite TV, computers and all that good stuff. She can cruise for 1500 miles at high speed without refueling. "Hey Jack! Catherine wants to see the old girl strut her stuff. Pour the coal to her." Jack grinned, "Aye aye, Sir. Here we go!" Jack pushed two levers forward and the exhaust noise went from being very quiet to a loud roar, the boat accelerated rapidly. Cat's eyes grew large and she grinned, "My place won't go near this fast!" Jack looked back at me. We were rapidly catching another boat. I nodded and he pulled the throttles back. We slowed to our previous speed. Catherine smiled, "I love the speed she has, but why?" "Well, I like it because it impresses all the girls." "You said you never had a girl aboard before." I smiled, "I never said it was a good plan." "No! seriously, why all the speed?" "Well, we really don't know. We suspect she was used as a drug smuggler. I bought her from the government at an auction. There were places where several tons of drugs could be hidden. We think the plan was to have this slow looking boat be fishing somewhere before dark and still be there in the morning, but she could have run a hundred miles or more, picked up the contraband and made it back before dawn. When I bought Ranger she was fitted out as a fishing boat. I had her made into a comfortable yacht. All the fish holds and freezers were removed and she was gutted and rebuilt. "I kind of like having that speed if we need to run from a storm or something. The high speed cruise is nice too. Many times Jack and Mike will take her to the place where I am going to fish a tournament while I am working. I fly in and I am ready to fish. Actually I have enough communications gear aboard now so I can conduct most of my business from here at anchor or underway." "She seems very smooth and doesn't rock at all." "Yeah, I had her fitted with several types of stabilizers, both for at anchor and underway." "Are Bonefish the only thing you fish for?" "No, Sugar, I love to fish for almost anything. Actually my favorites are Tarpon and Permit. I have fished for many different fish from my skiff. Sometimes we take the Ranger out to the Gulfstream, put the skiff in the water and I will go fishing for a few hours. Then I find her and I am home." "Do you only like to fish by yourself?" "No, not really, I just gave up trying to find someone who was able to go with me when I am ready to go. Most people have obligations and can rarely get away. I just quit asking." She smiled up at me, "Ask me!" "OK, I will, would you like to fish the tournament with me as an angler or as an observer?" She grinned, "I would love to, but won't that reduce your chances of winning?" "Well, as an angler it might give me a handicap because I would rather kiss you than fish, but then I just enter these things because it gives me an excuse to travel around and go fishing. If we enter as a team it could help me." She smiled softly, "Honey, I would love to travel around with you and give you an excuse to NOT go fishing." "Can you travel? I don't think you ever said what you do for a living besides own a nice bar." "I am a social event planner, primarily weddings, parties and dinners, and that sort of things. Like you, I do most of my work from home on the phone and my computer." "Great, I want to hire you." "You do? What kind of party do you want to have?" "An engagement party, do you do those?" She stared at me. "You are engaged?" I saw moisture in the corner of her eye. "No, not yet, I haven't formally asked her yet. I have to ask her father for her hand first, I think. I have never done anything like this before, so I am not familiar with the proper etiquette, can you help me?" "You are planning a party and you haven't asked her yet?" "Well, I just met you last night." "ME?" "Who else?" "Scott, I have never been so honored in my whole life. I do love you, but it is too soon to be talking marriage. I only intend to do it once so I have to get it right. I want to scream YES, but I think we need to live together for a while first. I have never lived with a man other than my father, especially one with whom I was romantically involved. Have you ever done that?" "No, I have never been sexually involved with a man. I have never lived very long with a girl either." She giggled, "You know what I mean, Silly!" We were silent for a while we watched Jack and Mike guide us into the Yacht Club marina and bring us alongside the dock. Ranger was soon moored and on shore power. Mike told us everything was secure and that he and Jack were going home. I pulled her lovely warm body to me, "Catherine, will you move in with me? I love you and want you with me." "Well, I think I would love to do that. I'm lucky I personally have only one job in the works right now, I have a number proposed but not firm yet. I need to get a bunch of things from my place. We need to go pretty soon so I have clothes for tonight and tomorrow. I can get the rest of the stuff I need later." I said, "Lets go, do you want to eat out tonight, The Club here has a "Surf and Turf' night tonight." "Hey, that sounds good. I want to stop by and see Daddy on my way to or from my place, it is only a little out of our way." It had started to rain when we got to her apartment, the rain came down harder as we entered her door. The apartment was as neat as a pin, nothing out of place and very tastefully furnished and decorated. She showed me around until we got to her bedroom. She turned and blocked my way, "I don't want you to come in here, please." "Are you afraid I will see your trophies, your replicas? Are you afraid I will be intimidated by them, by how small I am compared to them?" "No! That's not true, not at all." "You know that is what I will always think if I don't see for myself, don't you." She looked at me for a long time then she stepped aside. I looked around the room. It was lovely and very feminine except for her trophy cabinet. I walked over and carefully looked at the replicas, they were very well done, very lifelike. I pointed to the largest one, it appeared to be much longer and nearly as thick as I am. I saw that each plastic cock sat on a nice wooden base. Each base had a number on it. The biggest didn't have the number one on it. I said. "Is this largest one, Brad?" She shook her head, "No, he is number seven I think." I still pointed to the largest cock, "Who was this?" "That was Timmy, an 18 year old kid, he was about 5' 5" and as thin as a rail. I was afraid he would suffer from brain damage from loss of blood when he got an erection." She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me, then looked into my eyes, "Are you alright with this, I am ashamed of this now, I want to get rid of them as fast as I can." "I have seen them, there is nothing for me to fear here. They are just plastic. Do you ever use them and pretend he is with you?" "NO, I have never felt the urge to do that at all. I used to look at them and try to remember everything about each occasion, I don't have that need any longer and haven't reminisced about any of them in over a year." She put several dresses in a hanging clothes bag, she took lingerie out of a drawer and put it in a suit case. She threw in shoes, jeans, and tops. She filled a cosmetics case with little jars, tubes, and bottles. She glanced at me, "It really didn't bother you did it?" "Just a little, but that was your past, I want your future." She rushed to me and kissed me passionately. "You have it. Scotty, you must have spent an hour hanging upside down kissing the Blarney Stone. You always say just the right thing." We carried everything she had packed to her car and went to see her father. The rain had stopped. I knew her father slightly, he was a very nice guy, we told him of our plan to have her accompany me during the tournament and he suggested I register her as an additional angler and the cost would only be nominal because I wasn't being guided. He laughed, "You will be lucky if she even allows you touch a rod, she dearly loves to fish." "Is she any good?" I asked with a grin. "She is very good with bait casting and a spinner but she is really as good as anyone I have ever seen with a light weight fly rig. When she gets up in the twelve weight and higher outfits she doesn't have the upper body strength to punch a big tarpon streamer into the wind without wearing out pretty fast. She can fight a fish as good as the best anglers, male or female." We entered as a team and as individuals in the unguided class. We easily won as a team in our class. We won first place in the over-all team category. Catherine won first place for the largest bonefish on fly casting and first place for the largest fish caught in the tournament. I was second place to her in both the large fish categories. She also won the award as the best angler of the tournament as voted by the other contestants. Her dad and I were both very proud of her. In her little acceptance speech she gave lots of credit to her team mate (me.) and her mentor (her father.). It was a tough weekend for us. When we weren't fishing we were aboard Ranger making love. We didn't get much rest. We loved it. She was in tears Monday morning because she had some errands to run for the job she had in progress and she didn't want to leave me. I made a deal with her, I would accompany her on her job if she would accompany me on the job I had a few days later. She was very happy, then she looked at me, "Hey, you gave in pretty easy on that, what is that little grin on your face about?"