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                               DRIFTER

                             by Tom Med

 I was sitting  on the bow of  the boat watching the  sun sink below
 the horizon with its' beautiful display  of colors. As I get older,
 I find myself  be amazed by  nature more and  more every day.  This
 sunset was just one of the many that made me feel at peace with the
 world. The waves  were providing a gentle rocking  motion that made
 my mind start to wander.

 I still could not believe that I  was sitting on my sailboat in the
 middle of a secluded bay watching the sunset. It all started almost
 a year ago.....

 I had just finished working for  three days straight away from home
 when my  life was suddenly  devastated. When I  entered my home,  I
 realized  something was  terribly wrong.  It was  just too quiet. I
 went from room to room calling out but no one answered. I know that
 my wife and  children were home when I left.  Then I found the note
 on the mantle of the fire place. My wife had left with the children
 and never  wanted to hear from  me again. She cleaned  out our bank
 accounts and  just left. I slowly  sank down into a  chair and just
 stared at  the letter for  the longest time.  I was shocked  beyond
 emotions. For  15 years, I  worked to build  our home and  give her
 everything she needed.

 Somewhere, I failed. After some time, my mind began to work again.

 Suicide--that was an  option that crossed my mind,  but the logical
 side of me set that idea aside.  What happened for the next week, I
 am not  really sure. Most  of the details  are clouded and  hazy. I
 remember getting the case of Jack  Daniels from my closet (at least
 she didn't  take that!) and  sitting in the  chair in front  of the
 fire place watching the fire sipping from the bottle. I do remember
 calling the office and letting them know I was going to be gone for
 awhile. I told them I was not sure  when I would be back, but I was
 in charge  and I knew that  they would get along  without me. Other
 than that, I am not sure what happened.

 I cannot remember eating. Actually, I cannot remember anything that
 I did during this time. After a  week, I awoke early in the morning
 of the eighth day of my "vacation" to the sound of someone pounding
 on the front  door. I looked down and saw  12 empty bottles of Jack
 Daniels  on  the  floor  and  my  only  thoughts  were  to stop the
 inconsiderate person  from pounding on the  door--each pound echoed
 through my  skull. I opened  the door and  there was my  old friend
 Drifter staring  at me as if  I was some horrible  creature another
 planet. Then, suddenly her face changed from one of astonishment to
 that of severe anger and she started to scream at me. I jumped back
 from  the door  and fell  on my   ass and  it was  my turn  to look
 astonished. She just started laughing at  me and came in and closed
 the door.

 I had known  her for many years  and we were very  good friends. We
 were  never more  than friends  although at  times I  had wished we
 were.  Her real  name is  not Drifter,  but her  free and easy life
 style, along with her habit of traveling around the world in search
 for adventure, earned her the nickname.  She came into my life that
 day and helped me get my life back in order....

 A flash of lightening  brought me back to the  present. A storm was
 starting to move  in from the port side. I  quickly looked over the
 boat, a 41 foot ketch, to  make sure that everything was closed and
 secured for the storm. After checking  the boat, I stood on the bow
 watching the storm and feeling the  cool air the precedes the rain.
 I turned  and looked  through the  cabin windows  and there she was
 wrapped  in a  short towel  after  taking  a swim  in the  tropical
 waters.  As I  watched her  making coffee,  I realized  that I  was
 holding my breath.

 I started to  breath again and sat  on the bow to  watch the storm.
 Lightening and the accompanying thunder  was getting closer. I just
 sat watching and letting my mind  wander. I was stunned by how this
 wonderful woman  had changed my life.  She kicked me when  I really
 needed it  and helped in  more ways than  one. She was  a friend, a
 psychologist, and yes even a lover. I was not sure if she would one
 day drift away with the wind, but  I did not care. She had given me
 back my  life and if she  drifted on, I knew  I could carry because
 she would always be with me.

 I was startled  when someone grabbed my  shoulder. She was standing
 above me  with the wind blowing  her hair with two  cups of coffee.
 "Are you alright?" I looked into  her mystic eyes and told her that
 I couldn't feel better.  The rain started to come  down lightly and
 we moved  into the cabin.  Drifter stretched out  on the couch  and
 began reading a book and I took a seat across from her, sipping the
 coffee and  just watching her. She  looked so beautiful that  I was
 content just to watch her. The storm picked up in intensity and the
 boat began  to sway with the  wind. Her breasts, which  hung freely
 beneath  the towel,  were moving  with the  boat. I  watched as her
 nipples hardened from rubbing against  the towel. I was so involved
 in watching her,  I did not realize that she  had put down the book
 and was watching me watch her.  We just stared at each other--there
 was no need for words. I walked  over to her and slowly got down on
 my knees next to her.

 "Drifter, I  don't know what life  would be like without  you." She
 took my  face in her hands  and looked into my  eyes. Her eyes were
 moist. She gently kissed me and  smiled. Then we kissed again, more
 urgently  this time.  Her tongue   parted my  lips and  our tongues
 intertwined. While  our tongues were locked  together, I slipped my
 hand down and untied the towel. I leaned back and admired her body.
 Her  skin was  tanned light  brown all  over. She  spent many  days
 sunbathing on  the deck of  the boat while  I watched and  tried my
 best to  keep the boat on  course. Her breasts were  just the right
 size--  they would  fill a  champagne glass.  They were topped with
 light colored nipples that were  engorged with excitement. Her slim
 waist tapered down to her buttocks.  At the junction of her thighs,
 one could  just make out the  vermillion lips of her  sex. This was
 covered  by a  light covering  of  dark  pubic hair  that she  kept
 trimmed.

 She  reached out  for me,  but I  stopped her.  "Drifter, you  have
 brought  so  much  pleasure  into  my  life  that  it is time I did
 something for you. Just lie back and close your eyes. Listen to the
 storm and relax." She did as I asked. I took some warm oil from the
 cabinet below the couch and poured a thin line on her body starting
 at her  neck and running it  between her breasts and  down her body
 until it just  began to enter the nest of  hair between her legs. I
 started to  massage her body making  sure that I did  not touch any
 areas  that might  lead to  her arousal.  I could  feel the tension
 leaving her body as each muscle group relaxed.

 When  she was  almost on  the  verge  of sleep,  I gently  began to
 massage her breasts. I kept away  from her nipples in the beginning
 watching them swell. She began to  moan softly and her pelvis began
 to rotate up  off the couch. At this  point, I bent my head  to her
 right breast and gently began to suck on the tender hard point. Her
 hands came up and clasped my head to her breast. I gently nipped at
 her  breast with  my teeth  and then  moved to  the other one which
 received the  same treatment. I  slowly kissed my  way down to  the
 juncture  of her  thighs. She  parted her  legs and  I was  looking
 straight into her inner core.

 Beads of  moisture were clinging  to her lips.  I stretched out  my
 tongue and captured these drops of  nectar of love. At the touch of
 my tongue,  her movements began  more insistent. I  spread her lips
 and  dove right  in. My  tongue touched  every part  of her  sex. I
 licked around her  anus and then moved up in  a slow and deliberate
 manner. When I reached her clitoris,  her hands grabbed the back of
 my head and pulled  me further to her. I let her  take the lead and
 move  my head  and tongue  to where  she wanted  it. Suddenly,  she
 stiffened  and cried  out as  orgasm overtook  her body. I remained
 where I was gently kissing her pubic area until she opened her eyes
 and smiled at me. Without speaking, she pulled me up onto the couch
 and  clutching me  to her  bosom fell  into a  deep sleep while the
 storm pounded away.

 I awoke several hours and found  myself along in the cabin. Looking
 out the  windows, I found that  the storm was no  where to be seen.
 The  stars were  bright and  clear against  the dark background. My
 pulse  began to  race--I had  a small  anxiety attack--could she be
 gone forever? I laughed at myself for  being so stupid. We are on a
 boat anchored in the middle of a  secluded bay. She had no where to
 go.  But, then  I remembered  that this  was Drifter  and if anyone
 could find a place  to go it would be her. I  ran the length of the
 boat and jumped up on  the deck disregarding the stairs. "DRIFTER",
 I cried out. There was no answer. My heart began to race faster. My
 chest began  to hurt-- where could  she have gone. Laughter?  I was
 looking  out  over  the  crystal  clear  water  and  I  was hearing
 laughter.  I know  I am  a  little  different but  maybe now  I was
 getting a little crazy. Suddenly,  a hand appeared over the gunwale
 and after the hand  came the rest of her. I sat  on the deck and we
 just laughed  for awhile. "I'll  have breakfast ready  in a moment.
 The coffee  is ready. I'll get  you a cup." "No,  I said. I'll come
 down and get my coffee."

 I got a cup of coffee and  sat down watching Drifter move about the
 cabin. As she  was making the eggs, I found  that I could no longer
 help myself. I came up behind  her and held her tight. I whispered,
 "I love  you" in her  ear. She turned  and looked at  me "You don't
 love me. We  get along together and are good  friends but you don't
 love me." What can you say to  someone like this? We had both loved
 many times and had been hurt. I was sure that she just did not want
 to think  about what I  had just said.  I had told  her I loved her
 many times during the past years, but  she always just let it go. I
 reached past her and turned the  eggs off. Without saying a word, I
 took her by the hand and lead her  to the deck where I sat down and
 placed  her in  my lap.  I looked  deep into  those complex eyes of
 hers. "Drifter, I just want you to  listen to me. Don't say a word.
 I have known many people in my life.

 Some  were friends  and some  were not.  I have  only loved  a very
 select few. I know that you distrust  the word love, but I am going
 to tell  you what love  really is. When  I love someone,  it is not
 just a passing  emotion to be taken lightly. It  is not just a word
 that I use anytime  I feel like it. It is a  commitment to you that
 will last a  lifetime. Yes, I do enjoy the  good times that we have
 when we are  together. But, there is more. When  you are having bad
 times, I want  to be there to help. When  you are depressed, I will
 be there to cheer you up.

 When you are  frightened, I will be there to  protect you. When you
 are  sad and  crying, I  will be  there to  dry your  tears. I will
 always be there  whenever you need me. I know  that you might think
 that I am  just another man who is  out to hurt you. But,  I am not
 like other  men. I mean  what I say  and would not  like to see you
 hurt at anytime. So now you know what I mean by saying I love you."
 Drifter was extremely  quiet (which was very unusual)  and she kept
 looking down at the deck. I took  her head into my hands and forced
 her to look at me.

 "Drifter, I  LOVE YOU." Her  eyes started to  tear. One large  tear
 drop started to run down her  cheek and soon more began the journey
 down her face. I wiped away  the tears and held her close. Finally,
 she  understood  what  she  meant  to  me.  I  guess now it was her
 turn--"You know that  this is unfair. I can't say  that I love you.
 Not yet. Maybe if you give me time, I will be able to deal with it.
 But not  now." I continued to  hold her and said  "You have all the
 time  in the  world. I  will always  be here  for you.  By the way,
 didn't anyone ever  tell you that life was not  fair." She began to
 laugh and then  she jumped up and hit me  in the chest. "Stop being
 so serious"  was her comment.  I am not  sure what came  over me. I
 stood up and grabbed her and pulled her to me.

 "Serious, you want  to see serious" I yelled. I  grabbed the top of
 her bathing suit  and ripped it off. There in  front of me were her
 fabulous breasts. She suddenly looked afraid. I guess she had never
 seen this  side of me. I  put my hands around  her waist and lifted
 her  onto the  roof of  the cabin.  The height  was just perfect. I
 pulled her bottoms off and there she sat exposed to me. She was now
 going to see how serious I really  was. I dropped my pants and told
 her to put  me inside of her. She hesitated  a minute and I slapped
 her on her buttocks.

 Now,  I said.  She gently  grasped by  prick and  placed it  at the
 entrance of  her moist cavern.  I grasped her  hips and pulled  her
 quickly to me until I was  completely buried inside her. She gasped
 out in pleasure/pain.

 This time  I was thinking of  my pleasure not hers.  I began a fast
 rhythm pulling  myself almost completely  out of her  than slamming
 myself back in. After several minutes of this, I felt the cum start
 of boil inside of me. I kept  this pace up until I began to explode
 inside of her. At the same time,  I felt her juices running down my
 legs and  onto the deck. I  looked at her for  a few minutes longer
 and then withdrew  and pulled my pants back on.  I reached past her
 legs  and grabbed  both her  wrists and  pulled her  into a sitting
 position. Once again  I looked into her eyes, "You  want to see the
 serious side of  me. Well, I am tired  of holding everything inside
 of me.

 I LOVE YOU and I  want to be with you forever. I  want to marry you
 and make you mine. I am not  a jealous person, but I can be selfish
 at times and this is one of them." Then, I walked away. I picked up
 my coffee and went to the bow of  the boat. I sat down with my feet
 dangling over  the edge of  the boat and  just looked out  over the
 blue water and let my mind wander. I did notice that Drifter picked
 up her  bathing suit and went  below. I hope I  didn't hurt her but
 the time had come for her to  realize exactly what she meant to me.
 I thought I was supposed to  feel good about expressing my feelings
 but now I just felt like a number one royal asshole.

 Drifter  came  out  a  short  time  later  carrying her brushes and
 paints. She set  up an easel and began to  paint the shoreline. She
 never said a word  to me. She just sat with her back  to me as if I
 did not exist. Emotions welled up  inside my mind began to cook and
 came to  a boiling point.  I got up  and walked slowly  towards the
 stern  being careful  not to  make  any  noise. I  did not  want to
 disturb her concentration. I sat down  on the roof of the cabin and
 watched her work. Her paintings always amaze me because I had tried
 to paint but did not have the talent for it.

 She was a natural. Once again I  began to think of what I had done.
 She looked over  her shoulder and pushed her hair  off her face and
 stared at  me. I became  extremely uneasy. It  was as if  she could
 send messages to me without saying a word. I finally could not take
 it any more and the tears that were in her eyes earlier were now in
 mine. I think  this surprised her. I always tried  to hide my inner
 emotions just as she did, but I could no longer hide within myself.
 "Drifter, I'm sorry.

 I know excuses  won't help. I just  wanted you to understand  how I
 felt and how serious I was.  " Drifter slowly turned around and sat
 and stared at  me for several minutes. I could  not stop the tears.
 Then she said "I  know how you feel about me. I  am not so ignorant
 as to not notice the messages  you keep sending. But, you also have
 to understand that I  am not yours to have. I belong  to no one but
 me." With that, she returned to  her painting and I, looking like a
 lost pup,  sat on the cabin  roof watching her. I  thought over the
 time we had spent together and the words that she had spoken. I had
 made a terrible mistake.

 I looked inside myself and thought  what now asshole. You have just
 killed the perfect friendship. Well, I  decided that I was going to
 do something about  it. I was not going to  allow her to just drift
 off to another adventure with bad  feelings and never hear from her
 again. I got down from the roof and sat down behind her. She turned
 and looked  at me. It  was one of  those times that  if looks could
 kill I could have died instantly.

 "Drifter I know that you are upset. I would jump overboard never to
 be  seen again  if it  would  make  you feel  better, but  there is
 nothing that I can do that can erase today." She turned back to her
 painting and continued  working on the image that  was off the port
 side of the  boat. I went below and crawled  into a bunk and stared
 at the  ceiling for a  long time. I  guess I fell  asleep because I
 suddenly realized  that it was past  midnight. I also found  that I
 was alone.  I went up on  deck and found her  sleeping on the deck.
 She looked so peaceful sleeping there, however, it was beginning to
 get cool.  She had sometime  during the evening  changed into jeans
 and a T-shirt. She was curled up in a ball. I bent down and slid my
 arms under her and lifted her up.  She opened her eyes and asked me
 what I thought I was doing.

 I told her that I  was just going to put her in  a bunk so that she
 would be  comfortable and warm. I  was not trying to  anything else
 and I would  sleep on the deck. This seemed  to satisfy her and she
 allowed me  to place her  in the bunk  and cover her  up. I went on
 deck and watched the stars for  awhile, but I needed time to think.
 I jumped over the side and swam to the beach. The swim was long but
 the  physical exertion  made me  feel a  little better.  I wandered
 around the Island  for awhile and then sat in  the sand and watched
 the boat rocking in the waves.

 When the sun began  to come up, I swam back to  the boat and made a
 fresh pot of coffee. While the  coffee was brewing I pulled out the
 charts and  prepared a course back  to our home harbor.  I prepared
 the boat and was all set to get underway in a short period of time.
 I poured a cup of coffee and added  a little cream and took it down
 into the cabin.

 "Drifter  its' time  to get  up." She  sat up  in bed  and took the
 coffee I offered her.

 She said,  "The coffee is  great. Thank you."  "No problem. I  have
 prepared a course back  home and we should be set to  go as soon as
 you are  ready." I guess  this took her  by surprise. "What  do you
 mean.  I thought  we were  going to  stay here  for a  little while
 longer."  "Well, I  thought that  it  would  be best  to go  now. I
 figured you would  want to get away from this  fool that brings you
 coffee in  bed." She thought  about that for  some time before  she
 spoke. "I  want to stay here  on the boat with  you." This was just
 another  surprise in  life. "Ok,  we'll stay  as long  as you would
 like." I took my coffee and went on deck to watch the day progress.
 Drifter showered  and came up with  her paints and began  to finish
 the  landscape.  As  I  watched  her  work,  I  became aware of the
 overwhelming need to be close to her. I took a number 6 paint brush
 and began to lightly run it up and down the bottom of her foot.

 She kept on working not even seeming  to notice what I was doing. I
 worked the  brush up her  calves. Using light  stokes, I moved  the
 brush in up and down movements.  She still was not responding to me
 or the  brush. I worked the  brush higher until I  was stroking her
 inner  thighs. Ah,  was that  a smile  I detected?  I continued  to
 stroke her  inner thighs for  over 20 minutes.  Finally, she leaned
 back. "That  feels marvelous darling. Please  do continue." Well, I
 never try to disappoint a lady.

 I continued to stroke her thighs.

 "This calls for a different approach."

 I picked up a large flat brush and began making long strokes up and
 down each one of her legs. After a few minutes of this, I picked up
 one of her small brushes. "Its' time  to work in a little detail on
 this painting", I  said as I knelt down between  her thighs. I took
 the small brush and began to work on the outline of her mons.

 She  spread her  legs and  this allowed  me access  to her genitals
 through the leg opening in her  shorts. Her labia were flushed with
 excitement.  I  took  the  small  brush  and  lightly  traced their
 outline. I kept doing this until  suddenly she pushed me out of the
 way. I felt a fight coming on, but was presently surprised when she
 removed her clothes  and lay back down. I dreamily  went back to my
 work. Now, I traced her inner  lip with the brush being careful not
 to touch her clit.

 Little beads of moisture began to  seep from her. "I don't want any
 parts to feel left out." I picked up the flat brush again and began
 to circle  her breasts. Her  nipples began to  harden. I moved  the
 brush up  her neck where  I knew she  was extremely sensitive.  She
 smiled at me  and then closed her eyes. I  tickled her earlobes and
 then began to move back down  her body. When I reached her breasts,
 I picked up  the small brush  again and worked  the brush over  her
 nipples. When they became hard points,  I got down between her legs
 and circled the small brush around  her clit. She began to moan and
 shout for more.  I worked over her clit with  the brush and brought
 her to the  point of orgasm and stopped. I  replaced the brush with
 my tongue  and quickly brought  her to a  climax. After she  calmed
 down, I slowly licked up all of her musky juices.

 I looked up at her and asked, "Am I forgiven?"

 She said, "No  you are not. I know  what you are trying to  do. You
 want me  to settle down  and stop wandering  around the world.  You
 want to  keep me for yourself."  I stood up and  walked over to the
 edge of  the boat and looked  out over the water.  I had nothing to
 say. She was right.  I wanted her and I knew that  she was not mine
 to have. I could  not face her. She kept on, "Who  do you think you
 are? I have  been taking care of myself for  years and I don't need
 anyone to care for me. I am quite capable. "

 I knew she was  right. She was more than capable  of taking care of
 herself. What could  I do? I continued to stare  out over the ocean
 trying to hide my feelings. "Don't  try to ignore me"; she shouted.
 I turned and looked  at her. I could not look  into her eyes. "Damn
 you. You've done  it to me." These words confused  me. What did she
 mean. Finally, I looked deep into  her eyes and she said, "Yes you.
 No one else could have done this."  I asked her what she meant. Her
 eyes started to get wet, "I love you." I could not believe she said
 this. I continued to look on,  dumbfounded. "There are you happy. I
 said it. I love you. And at the same time, I am pissed off that you
 did this to  me. I didn't want to  love you. I just wanted  to have
 fun and be  me. I didn't want anything serious  to happen. Now look
 what you've done." I sat down beside her and took her into my arms.
 Our lips  met and our  tongues started to  dance together. For  the
 rest  of the  day, we  just sat  together not  saying a  word. Just
 looking into each others eyes-- but that was more than enough.

 The hours  seemed to have flown  by. First came the  evening with a
 radiant full moon that seemed to  fill the sky. Drifter sat between
 my legs with  her head against my chest and  my arms wrapped around
 her. Every  once in a while  I would look down  at her angelic face
 framed by  her wild hair and  I thanked the powers  of the universe
 for allowing me  this pleasure. We remained this  way until the sun
 began  to  inch  its'  way   over  the  horizon.  The  sunrise  was
 spectacular--the sun came up with  an infinite medley of colors and
 there were  just enough scattered  clouds in the  sky to make  this
 sunrise one that would be remembered  for a lifetime. I looked down
 at the lovely  creature that was nestled in  my arms. Perfection. I
 moved my hand to her breast  and gently tweaked her right nipple to
 hardness between my fingers. She stirred and began to wake. I stood
 up, slipped my arms around her, and  lifted her up. I smiled at her
 and then dropped her overboard. She plunged into the tepid tropical
 waters.  As she  broke the   surface, I  yelled "Good  Morning" and
 jumped into  the water. She tried  to swim away from  me, but I was
 able to catch  her rather quickly. We wrapped  our arms around each
 other and  floated together in  the water. She  said, "You know  we
 really need to talk about what has happened the last few days."

 I playfully splashed water  in her face and swam  towards the boat.
 "Look  who's being  serious now",  I called  to her  as I  swam. We
 climbed back on the  boat, and I got some towels for  us to dry off
 with. I told Drifter to go take  a shower and I would fix something
 for  breakfast. She  headed for  the  shower  and I  went into  the
 galley. Breakfast was  easy. I had the eggs  benedict ready just as
 she  was finishing.  I reached  into the  cooler and  pulled out  a
 bottle of Asti Spumonte and popped the cork just as she came out of
 the head. She sat down at the table as I poured the wine and wanted
 to  know what  the occasion  was. "Drifter,  every day  with you is
 special. This is just a small  token of thanks." Ah, I finally said
 something  right.  Her  smile  gave  her  away. We quickly finished
 eating and took  the bottle of wine on deck.  We kicked back on the
 deck sipping the  wine and watching the day progress.  I got up and
 turned  on the  tape deck.  I put  on her  favorite song  by Grason
 Hughs--Let's Talk It  Over. Smiling at myself, I  sat back down and
 watched the dreamy look come over  her. "Well, Drifter go ahead and
 talk. You said  we need to talk and that's  fine with me. But, this
 time you do the talking. I can write but I defiantly have a problem
 talking." She sat back and looked out over the water. "I don't know
 what you  did to me  last night but  it was not  fair. I listen  to
 other peoples' problems and try to help them." I looked over at her
 and said, "Drifter look at me." She turned and looked into my eyes.
 "You have helped me through many  difficult times. I am sorry if my
 feelings for  you confuse you. It  is time that you  stopped hiding
 behind the  force field that you  have built up over  the years and
 trust someone. I want that someone to be me, but if you can do this
 with someone else that is fine. Yes,  I love you but I also respect
 and trust  you. I think it  is time that you  learned to trust some
 others as well."  "Fine", she yelled at me. "You  want to know what
 my problem is- -its' you. You do  things to me that no one has done
 in a long  time. You make me feel  good when I am down  and make me
 feel even better  when I'm not." She paused for  a minute, and then
 in a very  quiet voice said, "I'm scared. I  am having feelings now
 that I would not  let myself have for a long time  and I don't know
 how to handle  them." "You don't have to  handle them Drifter. Just
 relax and let the feelings come." She thought about this for a long
 time. It was  quiet on the boat. You could  hear the ropes creaking
 and the waves  lapping up against the hull.  Finally she said, "I'm
 sorry, but I'm  really confused over all of this.  I do know that I
 do want to  stay here with you and relax  for awhile and enjoy your
 company."  We came  together and   kissed. Once  again we  ended up
 without clothes on. If we kept this up, we were going to end up sun
 burnt in all the wrong places. We  sank to the deck. I was about to
 lie down  between her legs  when she  told  me to stop.  "I want to
 please you  too. Lie down  here on the  deck." I did  just like she
 asked and suddenly  she turned around and knelt  down just above my
 head. What a beautiful sight. I was looking right up at my favorite
 desert. Before I  could finish taking in the  view, she engulfed me
 completely in  her mouth. It felt  so good that a  shiver ran up my
 body, it  was like lying in  a blanket of snow.  Of course, being a
 gentleman, I reciprocated. We played each other like a pair of fine
 tuned  violas.  The  notes  rose  and  fell  slowly and we remained
 entwined for a long time. Then it was time for the finale. I sucked
 her clitoris  deep into my mouth.  She began to shake  and move her
 head up  and down my  shaft faster and  faster. We could  only take
 this pace for  a few moments before we both  came together. After a
 brief rest,  we got up  and kissed. Our  tongues fought a  duel. We
 broke apart  and at the same  time said "You taste  great." We both
 laughed at and with each other. What a way to start the day.

 A friend of mine arrived that afternoon  to bring us fresh food and
 supplies.  He arrived  shortly after  noon flying  his seaplane  at
 treetop level and making a spectacular  landing on the calm bay. We
 unloaded  the  supplies  and  I  went  below  deck to start putting
 everything up. I heard the seaplane  start up and begin to taxi for
 takeoff. I thought it was strange that Dan did not stay awhile, but
 then Dan has always been a little strange. I called out for Drifter
 to come and help me but she did  not answer. I went up on deck, but
 no one was  there. I didn't think anything about  it, and went back
 to continue unpacking.  I figured that she swam  ashore. I finished
 unpacking, opened a cold beer, and went  to sit on the stern of the
 boat to  await her return. Then,  I noticed a note  attached to the
 wheel.  I  took  the  note  and  sat  down  to read it. Drifter had
 obviously left it; I'd know that hand writing anywhere. It read: "I
 am sorry that it  has to be this way. I left  with Dan. I know that
 you will be hurt but I hope you  understand that I need to be me. I
 am not ready to deal with the  emotions that emerge every time I am
 with you. You  are a great person. You have  taught me things about
 life and myself and I can never  repay that debt. I hope you have a
 good life. Signed, Drifter.

 I just sat there staring at  the letter. Emotions--there were none.
 I was drained of life just as if a vampire had sucked all the blood
 from my body.  Once again something precious had  left my life just
 when I thought everything was fine. What was wrong with me? It must
 be  something.  Was  I  too  intense?  Was  I  too demanding? I had
 thousands  of  questions  but  no  answers.  I  wanted a friend and
 companion and I  guess I wanted something more  also. Should I have
 just settled for a friend? The more questions I asked of myself the
 less  answers I  found. Then,  logic took  over. I  realized that I
 wanted something that Drifter was unable to give me. Hopefully, one
 day we would meet again. I spent the next several days cleaning the
 boat and prepared  to make the voyage home alone.  I found the only
 thing that she had left was the tape. I placed it in the player and
 turned the volume all the way  up. "..I never meant to hurt you..."
 echoed throughout the bay.

 After I returned home, I remained  secluded on the boat for several
 months. My  business was doing  fine and some  of my short  stories
 were published.  I was doing  fine financially, but  a piece of  my
 life was  missing. Every day I  thought of Drifter even  though the
 memories hurt. I had not heard a  word from her since she had left.
 I prayed that she was doing well.  I framed her good-bye letter and
 it  now hung  over the  stove  in  the galley.  I kept  myself busy
 working on the boat and sailing around but it wasn't the same.

 One dark and stormy  night, I went to a local pub  that I had begun
 to frequent a  little too often. The rain was  coming down in thick
 sheets and lightning flashed through  the skies. I had several Jack
 Daniels and  was in a somber  mood. I knew that  drinking would not
 solve my  inner problems so I  paid the bartender and  went back to
 the boat.  Being on a boat  during a storm can  be very peaceful. I
 sat  at the  table and  began to  write a  short story  for a local
 magazine. Then, somehow  my tape deck came on.  "...let's just talk
 it over  in bed.." My heart  jumped into my throat.  In my heart, I
 knew that  it couldn't be her.  I grabbed my gun  from the dresser,
 chambered  a round,  and pulled  open the  hatch. There was someone
 sitting on the deck. It was dark  and I could not see very well but
 this person did  not look right. The lightning  flashed and I could
 tell  that there  was a  woman  huddled  up against  the deck  wall
 slumped over.  She was soaking wet  and the rain continued  to pour
 down. I put  the gun in the waist  band of my pants behind  my back
 and picked her up.  I took her below and lay her  down on the bunk.
 Her clothes  felt wet all the  way through. I turned  on the lights
 and went forward to get towels and blankets for this stranger. When
 I returned,  she was  still on  the bunk.  She was  not moving  and
 appeared to  be unconscious. Then,  I looked closely  at her and  I
 almost  fainted. Drifter.  What the   hell had  happened to  her. I
 gently undressed her,  dried her off, and wrapped  her in blankets.
 While I was  cleaning her up, I noticed that  she had several large
 bruises on her. Numb with anger, I sat in the chair across from her
 and kept a  careful eye on her throughout the  night. When the dawn
 came, she was  still sleeping. I got up and  pulled the boat out of
 the slip and set sail south. When I was sure that everything was in
 order, I set the automatic pilot and  went below. I brewed a pot of
 coffee and poured two cups. From the ice chest, I got the cream and
 fixed her  coffee. I had always  taken my coffee black,  but I also
 always kept fresh  cream in hopes that one day  she would return. I
 sat down  next to her and  shook her. She opened  her eyes and when
 she saw me, she wrapped her arms around me and started to cry. "I'm
 sorry I came here but I had  nowhere else to turn." "Drifter I told
 you that I would always be here  when you needed me. You don't have
 to be sorry."  I gave her the coffee and  she sat back and relaxed.
 She must have felt the boat  moving because she asked where we were
 going. I told  her that I thought she needed  to get away and think
 for awhile so we were headed south with no set destination in mind.
 She looked in the mirror in  horror at her reflection. She threw me
 out of the cabin  so she could take a shower and  get cleaned up. I
 took my coffee and went to check the course of the boat.

 She opened the  hatch and smiling stuck her head  out and said; "Hi
 Pal." I  just shook my  head and started  to laugh. She  ran up the
 stairs and threw her arms around  me and wrapped her legs around my
 waist. I  was not sure how  to handle this situation,  but I hugged
 her back  and told her that  I had missed her.  Our lips found each
 others  and  our  bodies  fit  together  perfectly.  She started to
 unbuckle my belt and I stopped  her. "Drifter, don't. I am not sure
 what is  going on here  and I don't  want this to  happen yet." She
 took this  rejection hard. I pulled  her to me and  held her close.
 "Just let me hold you. My life has not been the same since you left
 and now you are suddenly here and you can't expect to take up where
 we left  off. I love  you very much,  but right now  I just want to
 hold you.  In my arms, you  are safe from everything."  She lay her
 head on  my shoulders and  the gentle motion  of the boat  slipping
 through the waves put her fast asleep.

 By the time  Drifter woke up, the sun was  already high in the sky.
 She stretched her lithe body upon the  couch and smiled up at me. I
 went below and brought  up the lunch I had fixed for  her. I sat at
 her feet while we ate a light  lunch of fresh fruits and salad with
 a light tangy  dressing. After eating,  I took the  plates into the
 galley  and  began  washing  the  dishes.  I  knew that Drifter was
 feeling pretty  bad since she  did not argue  about me doing  these
 chores for her. Drifter has always been an independent soul and she
 really  dislikes  having  things  done  for  her.  After I finished
 cleaning up, I changed course for a nearby cove to spend the night.
 Drifter was standing on the bow  just staring out over the water. A
 small group  of porpoises began to  swim along the bow  and she sat
 down and watched them play. I watched her for a long time--worrying
 about her. She had not spoken very much since her sudden arrival on
 the boat. She appeared deeply troubled, but for now, I just let her
 be.

 We anchored the boat in a  small cove off the Bimini Coast. Drifter
 continued to remain seated on the  bow just staring off into space.
 I felt it was  time to do something. I went  forward and knelt down
 behind her. She never stirred or acknowledged my presence. I gently
 reached up  to her neck and  began to slowly massage  her back. She
 still remained silent  but I could feel the  tension begin to leave
 her body. I moved  her so that she was lying on  her stomach on the
 deck and slowly worked each muscle group from her neck to her toes.
 After about an hour, I finally  felt her entire body relax. At this
 point, I  raised her leg into  the air and playfully  sucked on her
 toes. She  rolled over onto  her side and  said; "Just what  do you
 think you are doing?" Perfect, I was waiting for the old Drifter to
 start to come back. "Me, I'm just trying to help you relax. Nothing
 more." "Well, in that case, continue."  She rolled back over on her
 stomach. Once again, I started sucking on her toes and slowly moved
 my way  up her body. Her  perfectly shaped calves were  begging for
 attention. I continued my upward  progress, nibbling on her thighs.
 When  I got  to her  inner thighs,  her hips  began an  up and down
 movement. I reached up and lowered her bikini bottom and bit her on
 the left cheek. She rolled over  and playfully slapped at me. "What
 was that  for?", she asked. I  was just testing your  reflexes. She
 laughed at me  and rolled back over. "Well, just  kiss my ass", was
 her statement.  I was never one  to deny a lady,  especially one as
 desirable as Drifter. I bent over  her prone from and gently kissed
 her behind. Her legs began to  drift apart and her moist cavern was
 exposed  to me.  I lied  down  on  the deck  and grasping  her hips
 manipulated her so that her vagina was positioned over my mouth. My
 tongue snaked its' way through the  forest of pubic hair and gently
 titillated her clitoris. I teased her by just touching her with the
 tip  of my  tongue. Suddenly,  she lowered  herself down further so
 that  I could  attack every  inch of  her sex.  Moisture started to
 flood down from her tunnel. I gulped her juices down savoring their
 musky  flavor.  Looking  up  her  body,  I  could watch her heaving
 breasts bouncing  up and down. I  reached up for them  and massaged
 her breasts while she rode my tongue. Her orgasm seemed to last for
 hours. She finally rolled off of me  and then came over and gave me
 a french kiss that aroused my desires even more. I realized that it
 was getting late,  and instead of continuing with  our love play, I
 went below to fix dinner. Drifter  followed me down below and tried
 to push  me out of  the galley. "I'll  make dinner." "Drifter,  you
 will not make dinner. Just go over  there and sit your ass down and
 watch."  "Fine--Just Fine!"  She huffed   off and  sat down  at the
 table. I found  the package of shark meat in  the ice box and began
 to season it. Pepper, salt, lemon, and everything else I could find
 was being  dumped onto the  shark steaks. Suddenly,  Drifter yelled
 out, "Hey,  this is about  me." She had  found the work  I had been
 writing and  was sitting there reading  it. I ignored her  and went
 back to preparing  the meal. I finished cooking  and set the table.
 She  was halfway  through reading  the manuscript  when dinner  was
 served. I poured us each a glass to chilled white wine and sat down
 next to her.  She put the papers aside and  started to eat. Looking
 over at me she  said, "This is good." I asked her  if she meant the
 book or the fish. She said  both. We finished eating in silence and
 while I cleared the table she took  the papers and her wine on deck
 to finish reading. I joined her  a short time later. I sat watching
 her  read for  a long  time. When  she was  finished, she  took the
 papers below  and called for me  to join her. I  found her lying on
 the  bunk in  all of  her naked  splendor. I  quickly undressed and
 climbed in next to her. Our lips  met and her body felt so soft and
 sensuous that I was content to just lye next to her. She started to
 speak and  I just sat back  and listened. "I know  you want to know
 what happened to  me but I just want to  forget everything that has
 happened to  me since I left.  I have done a  lot of thinking since
 then,  and I  want you  to know  that not  a day  passed without my
 thinking of you. You mean a lot to me and if you will have me, I am
 yours." I  stared up at  the ceiling for  awhile letting her  words
 sink  in. "What  do you  mean?" "Just  what I  said. I  am ready to
 settle down  a little. I  am tired of  running around the  world. I
 want to have some place to call  my own. And, if you are willing, I
 want you to be there." I was  too choked up for words. I lowered my
 lips  to hers  and gave  her a  kiss that  would reach  her soul. I
 whispered in her ear. "Welcome home, pal." We spent the rest of the
 night making passionate  love to each other until  the sun began to
 come over the horizon.