AllFreeNovel
Share Us
No, it’s not just dick in ass stuff. It’s emotion stuff. Now STFU and let me go to my watery grave in peace.
Yeah, he did have a fine ass. Too fine. Just like his balls. If I dared to close my eyes, I could pull up the sounds he made when I sucked on them.
“No, we’re fine. Just a few clouds moving in. I checked the radar before I thought of a sail. I prefer being on the water when the sun is less bright.”
“Oh, okay.”
And there we stood. For a long moment or two.
“Philip, the sailing goes better if you are on the boat.” He waved his hat at the sailboat, which I now saw bore the name FLEURINE in gold lettering. Very nice. Very fancy. Very Henry. “Come now, I’ll show you around. She is quite lovely. There is a picnic basket.”
My stomach snarled at the thought of a basket filled with Madame’s food. They say a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Amazing how even when I was freaking out, my gut wanted grub.
“Right, sure, just drinking it all in,” I shouted and placed one foot on the dock. It was sound. No swaying or bobbing. Good. Sturdy. Felt like land. Feeling cocky, I walked over to him and caught just a hint of his aftershave as the wind lashed around us. The pleasant aroma moved off quickly to be replaced by the smell of the lake. “Nice boat. Is there a bathroom or bed on it?” One sleek, golden eyebrow rose. “Oh no, I ain’t assuming anything of a sexual nature is going to happen, although I would love some makeup sex because that’s really some of the best kind of sex.”
“Yes, there is a berth if you wish to rest.” He held out a hand to me. I wasn’t sure if I should shake it or let him help me onto the boat like a gentleman would a lady, so I took his fingertips and lifted them to my lips. His eyebrows shot up over the top of his shades, but he allowed me to press little kisses to his knuckles. “Uhm, thank you. Shall we take a quick tour before we head out?”
“Sure, yep, a tour then head out. Onto the water. Super awesome! Oh hey, not to be a ninny or nothing because I can swim like a trout. Ma paid for yearly passes for me every summer at the local pool. That was where I got to understand that Tina Pacione filled out her bikini top much better than any other girl there. Until Cecelia Campano turned fifteen and then it was a showdown between her and Tina that lasted for at least two years before Margo Balboa—no relationship to Rocky—moved into the neighborhood. Then she won the best boobs at the North Flushing Public Swimming Pool.” I drew in a breath as the sailboat sat there ominously waiting for me to step onto it as it bobbed on the water. Water that was looking pretty choppy, if you asked me. “So yeah, you got any life jackets?”
“Yes, of course. If you would like to get on the boat, I can get you one,” he offered as politely as he could. I sensed maybe he was picking up I was a little leery. Which was not a thing that Phil Greco felt good about projecting. I had a reputation, after all. “Or I can get you one to put on while you are on the dock?”
“Sure, yeah, on the dock works. This way we’ll know if it fits before we’re out on the water with no way back.”
“Philip, we can sail back.”
“What if the wind dies?”
“Then we will use the motor.” He pointed to an outboard motor.
“Oh, didn’t know they had one.”
“Philip, are you sure that you know how to swim?” He now seemed concerned.
“Pfft, yeah. Swim time at the pool every summer as a kid, remember?” I replied, forcing myself to take a step closer to the boat. “Like a trout. So, that life jacket?”
He studied me intently. I smiled widely. Maybe too wide for his brow furrowed, but he did jump onto the boat, disappeared down into the basement…hold…what the fuck ever—and came up with a bright orange life vest. He climbed out, handed it to me, and then watched as I struggled into it, all the while talking about Staten Island hot dogs and the need for relish on every wiener.
“We can always just picnic on the dock,” Henry offered one final time.
“Nah, docks are for sissies. I got this on, I’m good.” I patted the life vest and stepped down onto the boat. My pulse rocketed as the slap-slap-slap of the water rocked the sailboat. I nearly leapt out but didn’t want to look like a total mook, so I just sat down. Right down. On the floor. Which it was then explained to me that was the floor and the seats were right here. “I knew that. Just checking out the glue job on them boards. Looks good. Tight. Lots of glue.” I rapped the boards, got to my feet, and then was led around the boat by one proud vintner. I could feel the love the man had for sailing as he showed me jib sheets, halyards, the mast, forestay, and about a hundred other words that sounded like ancient Sumerian to me.
All I wanted was a seat and maybe something cold to drink. “You got any beer on board?” I asked when I had been shown some nicely padded benches for asses to rest upon.
“I don’t think so, but I do have some wine chilling. Sorry, I was not thinking,” he said, the wind tousling his hair just as my fingers itched to do.
“Wine is good.” Anything with an alcohol content. I smiled as he set about untying us. I sat straight up, my eyes as wide as dinner plates, as the wind pulled us away from the dock. He moved like a monkey, jumping up to loosen the sails and then scurrying around to do this and that, all while the boat was moving. Once the big yellow sail was freed, we took off, the winds billowing the sail with a jerk that I felt all the way down my spine. “So that wine would be really good now!”
He nodded once but had to tend to the boat as we were really moving now.
“Too much, so we have to fall off the wind a bit,” he said over his shoulder as he sat down next to me.
I bobbed my head like I knew what the hell he was talking about. Didn’t have one clue. All I knew was that if I survived this outing, I was going to take swimming lessons because while I did to go the pool every summer as a kid, I never actually swam because of that fear of sinking to the bottom. I did look pretty cool sitting at the edge of the pool or even loafing on the steps of the shallow end but going out into the deep end had never happened. Nor had diving. Nope, no thanks. I was happy to sit in the sun, feet in the water, and watch Margo and Sophia bouncing past or eyeing Ralphie Endrizzi on the sly as he sat in his lifeguard chair, all tanned and glistening.
“We’re going to turn downwind for a bit to get out deeper,” he informed me and did whatever it was with the ropes to make the boat move. We sailed out onto the lake, the only sounds were that of the sails snapping and my heart thundering in my ears. No doubt the scenery was stunning, the blue water of Seneca Lake, the summer homes along the shores, and of course the captain who was shedding stress with each foot further we sailed from the dock. So the opposite of me, who was scooping up his stress and dumping it down my gullet.
“So that wine?” I asked yet again once we were out so far into the lake that I had to squint to see the Gaudion dock.
“Oh yes, if you want to try your hand at the rudder I can—”
