Stephanie West came from a very wealthy family. Her father, Stan Page, the president of a taxi company, had let his daughter and her husband Darrel, and eight of their closest friends take his huge cabin cruiser down from Mexico and along the coast of South America for the summer.
One would have thought that the ship would have been crowded with ten people. But on the contrary, there were six separate cabins. One, enough to hold Cathy Garfield and Brent Stevens who were to be married in a month. As Cathy put it, this was their practice honeymoon. There was also plenty of room for Kris and Lance Simons who had been married for two months. Also Candy Larson and her boyfriend Kevin Cams, to whom she was soon to be engaged. Then there was the couple who was so in love that they couldn’t stand to be separated for more than a day at a time, Cari Davis and Steve Maxwell.
It was a wonderful day to start the trip. There wasn’t a cloud in the beautiful blue sky. The sun was shining brightly and the water was as smooth as glass.
“All aboard,” Darrel West called out. He was very handsome. He had sandy brown hair and clear blue eyes.
“Aye, aye Captain homey,” Stephanie answered.
“Take that swab to my quarters,” he laughed. “I’ll take care of her.”
“Only if you can catch me,” Stephanie teased, and she ran down the deck of the boat and down to the lower deck. Darrel followed her.
“It looks like we lost our captain and first mate,” Steve said, as he untied the ship from the dock. “Okay Kevin, take her out easy.”
The ship was sailing smoothly along like a knife going through butter. The smell of the sea air, the sound of seagulls and the warmth of the sun was making this cruise more than the people aboard had ever expected.
Kris and Lance were lying on the deck soaking up the sun’s golden rays. Lance had the build of Mr. America His soft blond hair was lightly falling over his dark brown eyes, and his face was tanned evenly except where a blonde mustache interrupted it.
Kris had soft green eyes that seemed to take in everrything at once. Kris was always smiling, showing her dimples that made her look young and innocent.
“You know Kris,” Lance said. “If someone had told me that I’d be sailing along the coast of of South America this summer with you, for free, I’d have said they were crazy, but here I am. I feel like a king.”
“I’d pay a million dollars to be alone with you for the summer,” Kris said, rolling over on her stomach and looking deeply into his eyes. She was about to kiss him when Darrel walked up.
“Having fun, you two?” he asked.
“We were about to start having fun when you came along,” Lance replied. “I’d ask you to join us, but I’m not that kind of guy.”
“Okay, okay,” Darrel said. “I can take a hint.”
“Now where were we?” Lance asked.
“Right here,” Kris replied,. As she again bent over him and kissed him softly on the lips.
The night was warm. There was a cool breeze blowing and the moon was shining beautifully on the ocean. Cari and Steve were walking on the deck after dinner. They leaned against the rail and gazed out at the water below them.
Cari was a little bit cold in her short-shorts and sleeveless shirt. She stepped a little bit closer to Steve ans put her arm around his waist. He in turn put his arm around gently gently around her shoulder and held her close to him.
“I love it out here, Steve,” Cari said.
“I know,” Steve agreed. “I could stay here forever as long as I was with you.”
“We should move to the beach when we get married, Steve,” Cari said softly. “Then we could get a boat and have nights like this every night.”
“Yeah,” Steve laughed. “If we were rich. I’m not Stephanie’s dad, you know.”
“I know,” Cari said. “And I’m glad because I love you, not Stephanie’s dad.”
“I love you, too, baby,” Steve said, and he took her in his arms and kissed her soft lips gently and lovingly. For a while is just held her there in the soft moonlit night.”
The next day the boys decided to drop anchor so they could do some fishing. While Darrel, Lance, Steve, Kris and Candy were fishing and Stephanie and Cari were making lunch, Cathy and Brent went swimming on the other side of the boat. The water was warm and clear. Cathy was lying on an air mattress that was tied to the ship and Brent was just swimming in circles around her.
“Here comes the shark!” he warned her, swimming around with his scuba flipper in the air like a shark’s fin.
“Oh no,” Cathy said. “Is he a man eating shark?”
“Yes,” Brent said.
“Good,” Cathy laughed. “Then he can’t eat me ’cause I’m a girl.”
“If he’s hungry he will,” Brent said. He swam in circles around her some more and then without warning he swam under her and pushed the rubber raft over. Cathy, who wasn’t expecting this, went completely under water and was so scared that she was drowning that she couldn’t swim.
To be continued …