Chapter 2

"My, you two certainly have grown since the last time your ol' Auntie saw you!" Sylvia gushed as she swept her young wards under her wings like a mother hen. "If it weren't for those telltale grins, I don't think I would have recognized you!"

"Six inches and twenty pounds since last summer," the young nephew boasted. "OF Princess there's put on a few pounds and inches since last year, too ... And she ain't a bit taller than she was!"

"You shut up, Dustin Carter," Jordanna countered from under the safety of her young aunt's enveloping arm. "You're just jealous 'cause I'm bigger up there than your silly blonde girl-friend, Sally Matthews, an' she's a year older than me!"

As they walked from the passenger loading ramp to the baggage counter, Sylvia followed the light-hearted sibling banter with genuine affection. In a far corner of her mind, her conscience-or what remained of it-made a futile attempt to make her see the error of her ways, but the iniquitous demon unleashed by her masterful lover remained in full control. Indeed, her strongest emotion at the moment was the pride she knew she would feel when Adrian got a look at those pretty little apple-sized knockers that strained against the bodice of Jordanna's yellow sundress. From the pink-nailed, well-tanned little toes peeking primly out of the little girl's stylish cork-soled sandals to the crowning glory of her dark brown hair curling out from beneath her wide-brimmed straw hat, she knew that Whipple would be pleased ... Who knows, maybe even pleased enough to put a ring on her finger!

"Jeez, this is sure some airport, Aunt Sylvia," Dusty gushed. "The one in Bridgeport looks like a soccer field compared to this!"

The young aunt squeezed her handsome dark-haired nephew a little closer to her side and smiled broadly as she looked him mischievously in the eye. Good Lord, she thought, he is tall! ... Fin wearing six inch stacks, and he's almost as tall as I am! Then, abruptly, she felt a gentle if persistent tug on the sleeve of her blouse on the other side and looked down to see a worried expression etched on Jordanna's pretty face.

"Aunt Sylvia," the young niece whispered urgently with a surreptitious glance over one spaghetti-strapped naked shoulder, "I-I think that man is following us!"

Sylvia squeezed the little girl's arm affectionately as they stepped onto the escalator leading down to the baggage area. "That's just Paulo," she reassured her. "He, works for Mr. Whipple."

"Oh?" the twelve-year-old niece returned as if not quite convinced. "He ... He looks kinda creepy to me!"

"Say, where is Mr. Whipple, anyway?" Dusty entered importantly. "I've never seen a real-life millionaire before."

"He's out on the boat making lunch," said Sylvia, "wait'll you taste his steak'n'kidney pie!"

"Wow!" Dusty laughed. "A millionaire fixin' his own lunch. You'd think he'd have a cook to do that."

"He has a cook at home, darling. But, he likes to do his own cooking on the boat ... He likes to keep the staff small when he's out to sea. And, anyway, he's a marvelous chef in his own right."

"Damn!" Adrian Whipple muttered as a large lump of steaming mashed potato escaped the spoon to splatter across the toe of his highly polished shoe. "If this fuckin' rowboat doesn't stop rocking, we're going to be eating off the floor!" Then, irritably, he shouted over his shoulder, "Manuelo, did you get the wine?"

"Si, senor Whipple ... Soave, Soave!" the big man exploded.

"I told you to get the fucking Bardolino. We're having a roast, not fish!"

"I'm sorry, senor Whipple ... I'll go-"

"No, you stay; I'll go ... Just see if you can get the rest of these potatoes into the bowl without baking your Cuban cock!"

Angrily, Adrian Whipple wiped his hands off on a neighboring towel and stormed out of the galley to the stateroom cupboard where the wines were kept, mumbling something under his breath about the quality of help these days. Still, he knew that lunch would be superb--it always was-and anything worth doing was worth a little extra effort ... particularly where twelve-year-old girls and only slightly younger wines were concerned....

In spite of Adrian Whipple's concerns to the contrary, the children-particularly "'The Princess" were positively overwhelmed by the lunch he had prepared for them. The fine imported silver, the bone white china with platinum rims, the silver candelabras at either end of the massive hewn teak dining table-Jordanna had never seen such sumptuousness, nor such food, and she felt somewhat awkward and out of place in her new surroundings. While the others carried on an animated three-way conversation throughout the sumptuous meal, the impressionable twelve-year-old remained courteously mute, speaking only when spoken to, nodding pleasantly and smiling at other times, and worrying about the billowy sleeves of her blue velvet dinner dress when she wasn't eating.

The blue velvet-a present from her Daddy on the occasion of her recent birthday-was a bad choice, a mistake she instantly realized when she'd entered the dining room, after descending the broad, bannistered stairs from the deck above. The dress was just too formal for shipboard dining, she realized now that it was too late to do anything about it. And she almost wished she could go back to the cabin and change into something more casual, like Aunt Sylvia's tomato-red jumpsuit and white summer pumps. Indeed, she felt like a teenybopper in her first party dress, despite a remarkable job of masking her self-consciousness.

Idly, she reached for her sparkling red wine and sipped it gingerly. It burned a little, but its cheery highlights and pungent aroma pleased her nonetheless, and she soon found herself drifting into a small reverie all her own ... Golly, it hardly seemed possible the changes that had taken place over the past few days. The call from her beautiful Aunt Sylvia, that scrumptious plane ride down the cobalt waters of the Atlantic coast, and now....having lunch with an honest-to-goodness English millionaire aboard his private yacht ... It was just too much, even if the aristocratically handsome, grandfatherly older man did cast blatantly devouring looks in her direction from time to time....

"Jordanna...?"

"Huh? ... Oh! Excuse me, I must've been daydreaming."

Sylvia Martin smiled indulgently at her pretty little niece. "Thinking about your handsome boyfriend back home?" she teased.

"She doesn't have one," Dusty butted in cruelly. "Mom says she's too little."

Sylvia's finely drawn eyebrows arched sympathetically. "Is that right, dear?" she offered gently. "You don't look too little to your Aunt Sylvia."

Jordanna nodded dumbly, staring at her plate and feeling her face redden in embarrassment.

"We thought we'd lost you there for a minute," Adrian added graciously. "We were just saying how lovely you look in that stunning blue dress."

"T-Thank you, Mr. Whipple. My daddy gave it to me for my birthday."

Adrian Whipple was drawn to his mistress' enchanting dark-haired niece like a moth to a flame. Beneath the table his cock was jerking and throbbing like something alive as he thought about all the exciting things he would do to her once they were out in the open waters on their way to Grand Bahama. Just the thought of those precious virgin lips caressing the business end of his prick was enough to send chills up his spine. He'd had young ones before-some even younger than Jordanna-but none so pretty as this. "Well," he stated abruptly, clearing his throat with the last of his wine, "I trust you all found your quarters and lunch to your satisfaction?"

"Great, Mr. Whipple," Dusty grinned, "when do we get to see the rest of the boat?"

"We're hoisting sail the first thing in the morning, boy ... Crack of dawn, weather permitting."

"Hoist sail?"

"Just a figure of speech, boy ... Actually we've got a Lindberg 680 in this rust bucket ... One of the best in the business."

"Sounds terrific!"

"Yeah, Mr. Whipple!" echoed The Princess.

Adrian wiped the last vestiges of the meal from his mouth with the corner of his napkin. "Now I suggest we all just relax and enjoy the sunshine for the rest of the day-perhaps turn in a little early-so we'll all be nice and refreshed in the morning."