Chapter 12
Still carrying the fencepost-sized log, Tommy charged across the room. The cameraman had been threading one leg into his pants when the door burst open. He snatched up a whip. Before he could use it, Tommy's log hit the sadistic photographer in the stomach. There was a sound like a ripe melon hitting concrete. He collapsed.
Tommy was on top of the lawyer. Punching and kicking, the irate Indian had bitten one ear nearly off before two uniformed policemen ran through the gaping door and pulled him off.
Mr. Veely's presence of mind did not desert him even then. "Thank you, officers," he said. "I'll be down to press charges just as soon as...." A woman came through the doorway, and Mr. Veely's pompous platitudes faltered. "Myra!" he groaned.
Kay finished pulling on her dress and peered bemusedly. It was the balding little lawyer's wife-the pleasant motherly woman Kay had thought might invite her to stay in their home. Mrs. Veely didn't look pleasant or motherly now. She looked mad. "We'll see who goes about pressing charges, you triple-timing sonofabitch! I've covered up and done your dirty work long enough!"
Kay tried to stand. The cops were still holding Tommy Taskoosh, who struggled and swore. He exhausted his English and mouthed Tlingit curses which, if Kay still understood the language correctly, seemed to involve roasting Mr. Veely's undetached testicles separately over slow fires. Kay was halfway to her feet and wondering when Tommy would finish detailing the lawyer's future and start programming hers. Then suddenly the room was spinning around. Dazedly, she wondered if it was an earthquake.
As it turned out, she had only fainted. She woke up in a bed with rails on the sides, feeling very sore all over. Moments later a nurse came in. "What happened?" Kay asked.
"D and C," the nurse said and slid a bedpan under her.
"What?"
"Dilation and curettage. It's standard procedure after a rape."
Kay felt drained. Finally she asked, "When'll I get out of here?"
"Depends. Maybe tomorrow. You'll have to take it easy for a few days."
"Oh." From the fuzziness around the two pieces of pipe she seemed to be looking through, Kay sensed that she must be under sedation. She closed her eyes.
The next time she opened them, a middle-aged woman in a severely tailored suit sat next to the bed. "I'm Mrs. McAlistair," she said. "I'm a policewoman."
"Oh?"
"We've developed the film."
That was the absolute end right there. Kay wondered if she could kill herself by holding her breath.
"How did they make you do it?"
Kay hesitated. If she told this grimly efficient woman what had happened between her and Miss Purlett, she would be no better off than she was now. No matter how it came out, Kay knew her innocence was gone forever. She sighed and told Mrs. MacAlistair about the blackmailing pictures.
"You'll swear it was Alma Purlett in the picture with you?"
Suddenly Kay realized what a fink she had been. The elegant blonde saleslady had been in the clear until Kay had thoughtlessly mentioned her name.
Mrs. MacAlistair noticed her hesitation. The policewoman's grim efficiency relaxed for a moment. "Don't sweat it, kid," she said. "If you knew how many other innocent children that blonde bitch has recruited, you'd be happy to see her put away!"
"Oh?"
"Understand now," the policewoman said. "I'm not offering any deals. You're underage and you've been running with a pretty rough crowd. But you might feel better about it if you knew you'd done something to keep some other girl from getting sucked in."
"What do you mean about deals?"
"I'm sorry," Mrs. MacAlistair said. "It's really not your fault, but you're only sixteen and you have no family. After an incident like this, no judge is going to turn you loose on the streets until you're of age."
"I see," Kay said.
"Will you identify Alma Purlett?"
Kay nodded.
"I'll type up a statement and be back tomorrow with a judge. You can sign it in front of him and we'll save a little time."
It sounded screwy to Kay, but she didn't know that much about law. Besides, she was tired and sleepy.
She felt much better the next day. She had gotten out of bed and walked up and down the hall once. She was resting when Mrs. MacAlistair came back with an elderly man. Mrs. MacA'istair handed Kay a couple of pages of single-spaced manuscript Kay read it. It seemed to tell the story of her involvement with Mr. Veely pretty much the way it had happened.
"You realize we're making no deals in exchange for this statement?" the judge asked. He seemed unhappy about the whole thing.
"I've already explained that," Mrs. MacAlistair interrupted.
There was a sudden commotion outside in the hall. "You can't go in there!" a man's voice shouted.
An instant later a very angry, young Indian burst into the door of Kay's room, trailing an intern and a nurse who struggled to detain him. Glaring at the judge and the policewoman, Tommy growled, "Now just what kind of a fast shuffle are you pulling on my wife?"
Mrs. MacAlistair made the quickest recovery. "Your what?" she sneered. "Why wasn't the marriage ever recorded?"
"Common law," Tommy said. "And before you make any noises about corrupting a minor, I'm a month short of being eighteen myself. But as an emancipated minor, I'm capable of marrying without parental consent. The judge here can give consent for Kay and we can make it legal right here."
There was a moment's awed silence in the room. "You want cooperation and my wife'll give it to you," Tommy promised. "On the other hand, I and the rest of my nation have been shafted long enough by white lawyers. You fuck with me one more time, and the Tlingits are going on the warpath."
The aging judge looked at Tommy. The young Indian had a black eye and a purple bruise on his forehead. "Are you Tommy Taskoosh?" he demanded. "That's right."
The judge grinned. "From what I hear, you're already on the warpath." He turned to Kay. "Do you want to marry this young man?"
"Of course she does!" Tommy said. "Do you think she wants to rot in your fucking reformatory for five years? If she changes her mind, she can always get a divorce tomorrow. And a divorced woman's not legally a minor no matter what her age."
"I seem to remember that from somewhere," the judge said dryly. He looked at Kay again.
"What can I lose?" Kay asked.
Moments later she was the lawful spouse of Tommy Taskoosh. "I'll be back tomorrow," he promised as he herded the rest of them from the room. As she listened to their footsteps going down the hall, Kay realized that her new husband hadn't even kissed her.
She remembered the way he had burst in on her half-undressed with Mr. Veely and the whip-wielding cameraman. No wonder he hadn't kissed her! A childhood playmate who had become a luscious sixteen-year-old virgin was one thing. The star in a pornographic movie was something else. Tommy had married her for old time's sake. Hadn't he made it clear when he had said she could get a divorce tomorrow?
By next morning Kay was almost back to normal, save for one bruise on her face and a couple of tender spots where the cameraman's whip had removed skin. She was just finishing breakfast when Tommy burst in with an intern hanging from his elbow. "Fuck off!" he snapped. The intern decided to quit before he became a patient.
"Get dressed," Tommy said briskly. "We've got to leave."
He waited outside while Kay got into her clothes, then he led her down the hall. By the time they reached the lobby, Kay was walking normally.
"You can't just leave like that!" a nurse protested. "You've got to sign out and clear with accounting and...."
"Veely can take care of it," Tommy said. "He's on your board of directors and he'll have plenty of time."
"But you can't...."
Tommy turned. The nurse took another look at his ugly bruised face and decided maybe he could. Tommy led Kay out to a waiting taxi. There were things they had to discuss-arrangements to be made, but she couldn't talk about it with the cab driver listening.
They rode to the waterfront in silence and stopped at a dock. Tommy paid the fare and got her suitcase. Silently, he helped Kay down onto the deck of his decrepit boat. Kay remembered the last time she had been aboard this boat-the day Tommy had tried to rape her, and the news had provoked her father's heart attack. She willed herself not to cry. It didn't work. She silently braced herself in the pilothouse while Tommy started the diesel and cast off lines. Grimly, he steered out of the crowded harbor. Finally they were outside and he could put the boat on automatic pilot.
Tommy turned and saw her still standing there in the middle of the pilothouse, face screwed up in silent suffering as tears squeezed from her tight-shut eyes.
"I thought you and old Sam were in on it," he said.
"What?" Kay knew she was acting stupid, but she couldn't help herself. "Hear it run?"
Kay suddenly noticed Tommy's engine was running smoothly as if it had been rebuilt. The whole boat had been cleaned up considerably. Tommy was still looking at her.
"Kay, I'm sorry," he said. "I was mad. You get fucked out of everything you spent your whole life workin' and savin' for, you get mad-especially if you happen to be an Indian. But old Sam wasn't in on the swindle. That goddamn baldheaded bastard was fuckin' him too."
Kay still stood uncomprehending.
"The whole goddamn cooperative got cleaned out," Tommy continued. "That shyster of a Veely was so used to fucking Indians, he never thought I might've been taking a few correspondence courses in accounting, just so I could figure out where all our money was goin'." Kay looked at Tommy.
"He wasn't particular," Tommy continued. "He'd fuck a white man just as soon as an Indian. I knew he was robbing us blind. Robbing you and old Sam too, but when I tried to tell old Sam, he wouldn't believe me. Hell, my own father died thinkin' what a swell guy Mr. Veely was-the way he gave us so much free legal advice and handled all the paperwork for the cannery.
"Christ, Kay, I've been looking for you ever since I got wise. You gotta believe me, I was out of my skull the day I grabbed you."
Suddenly Kay was sobbing. Tommy wrapped her in his arms, and all at once Kay knew things would be all right between them.
"I wouldn't have got anywhere," Tommy continued, "If I hadn't wandered into a skin flick one night and something reminded me of our scalpless friend, Mr. Veely. Then I got in touch with his wife, and we traded information."
"Then old Sam wasn't really broke?" Kay asked.
"Oh, he was broke all right. Veely saw to that. It may take years to untangle it all, but I promise you one thing: You'll get it all back. Until you do, that bastard's going to be safer in prison than he will be outside with a few thousand Tlingits gunnin' for him."
It was warm in the pilothouse. Outside a wind was blowing horizontal sheets of sleety rain across the windows. Tommy studied the radar for a moment, then made a tiny alteration in the automatic pilot's heading. Satisfied, he began making coffee.
Kay sat on a bunk. For the first time since she had left the convent, she felt relaxed. Safe! She went to sleep, wondering why she should feel safe with Tommy Taskoosh?
Hours later Kay awoke. This time the last of the sedation had worked itself out of her system, and she felt whole and human. She was also very hungry. Tommy sat in the pilothouse, trying to keep awake as he watched the radar screen. "Where are we?" Kay asked.
Tommy showed her on the chart. "Hole 'er on this course for a couple of hours, while I get some sleep, and we won't have to lay up overnight."
"All right," Kay said.
Tommy returned to the galley and poured coffee. Kay saw him glance embarrassedly at her legs. She hadn't worn a dress often enough lately to remember the damn things didn't have any bottom to them. How long would it take to remember not to put her legs up on whatever table or chair was convenient?
She sat before the radar. There were blips of rocks astern but nothing showed ahead. She peered from the pilothouse windows. The weather wasn't bad for this part of the world. She could see almost a hundred yards. She stretched her legs across to another stool and tried to get comfortable. Even with bare legs it was warm and cozy in here. She wished she had time to buy some stockings. Panties too.
She glanced back at Tommy's bunk. Tommy wasn't sleeping. He lay relaxed, hands behind his head. He was looking at her bare legs. Kay felt a wave of prickly heat suffuse her chest and face. My god, after all that had happened to her, she was blushing! She tried to pull her skirt down, but it wouldn't go any farther.
She remembered that she was bare-assed under the dress. Had she been putting on a free show? Her long, tapering legs had been stretched across to another stool. Tommy got up and came to look at the radar screen. On its upper edge, a thin band of land was just beginning to appear with each sweep. "Couple of hours yet," he muttered and turned to go to his bunk.
"Tommy?"
"Yeah?"
"What about your wife in Sitka and your girl friend in Ketchikan?"
"Search me. I guess they're still there."
"Is that what you'll say to some other girl about me someday?"
Tommy considered the question seriously. "I dunno. Maybe. But I been thinkin' about you a lot longer'n I can remember the others."
"What is it makes men want to look at girls all the time?"
"Well," Tommy said thoughtfully, "They're nicer to look at than fish."
Kay looked at Tommy's handsome brown face. She had spent half her life among Indians, and she still was never sure when they were laughing at her. She was afraid she might be married to Tommy Taskoosh for quite a long time. She thought of all those wasted years in the convent. How long would it take her to unlearn all that foolishness?
Suddenly, before she could change her mind, j Kay stood up. She whipped her dress over her head and tossed it in a corner. Beneath it she wore nothing.
Tommy's eyes gleamed, but he said nothing.
"That's not fair," Kay complained. "I won the last three hands."
Remembering their interrupted game of strip poker five years ago, Tommy laughed. He began unbuttoning his shirt. Kay knelt and began fiddling with his belt. Moments later she pushed him back on his bunk.
Kay leaned over the bunk and dangled her lovely young breasts within snapping distance. "You can touch me if you want," she said, picking up from five years ago.
Tommy cupped his hands over her firm young front.
It was not at all as Kay had thought it would be. She had half-expected that burning blushing sensation and the sudden breathlessness that had come when the two lechers in Anchorage had abused her. Instead, she felt the same sense of motherly virtue that came from petting stray puppies.
Tommy took his hands away and buried his nose between her firm young breasts. He fastened his lips over one areola and angled around until the other nipple was plugged into his ear. Then he began running his tongue gently around her tender, still-growing nipple.
Then Kay felt it: the same rush-blush of hot blood that had suffused her before whenever she thought of all those carnal pleasures the sisters had been so uptight about. Tommy put one arm behind her firm young nates and guided her up astraddle the bunk, astraddle his smooth brown chest. Slowly, gently, with an ineffable tenderness, he kissed his way around her perky young breasts, around her midriff, tickled her into frantic giggles as he kissed a warm path down and around her tiny waist, then drove his sleek black head down until his tongue was augering its sensual way into her deep navel.
His hands caressed her head, her ears, her neck, ran their delicate fluttering way down her shoulders to give their butterfly touch to her tender breasts. How she had ever thought of Tommy as sudden and brutal?
She marveled that his work-hardened hands could be so gentle. Unerringly, the young Indian found the secret triggers that turned her on and guided her toward a gentle, fluttery anticipation. It felt so nice, she didn't ever want it to stop. His hands were caressing her tiny waist again. Now they came down around her hips as his tongue worked its delicate way down from her navel to skirt the upper edge of her wispy pubic triangle.
Kay leaned back, stretching so Tommy would not have to strain his neck. Her hands fell on his hips. She remembered their last time together-his frantic need-how he had dissolved in a spasm of delight when she touched his masculinity. Should she grab it now? Maybe if she did, the same thing would happen and spoil it all.
She remained astraddle him, arched backward, wondering if he would continue nuzzling his way down past her wispy pubic patch, down into that secret treasure trove of ineffable delights. Slowly, she felt him kiss his way past her pubic mound, up the tender inner surface of one creamy thigh and down the other. His hands caressed her firm bottom. His fingers made darting forays into the crack between her nates, each probing tickling finger leaving her slightly more breathless.
Kay was still wondering if she dared put her hand on that supersensitive brown nozzle, when Tommy solved the problem. His hands grasped her by the hips and lifted her effortlessly. Kay felt herself spin in a half turn above Tommy. Then she was being lowered back onto his bronzed muscular body. Only this time they were head-to-foot. She felt an anticipatory quiver of delight as she remembered the way Miss Purlett had tormented her virginal slit into quivering, uncontrollable ecstasy.
Only Tommy wasn't all delicate fluttery tickles like the elegant blonde saleslady. First, he planted kisses on her clitoris. Then he really dived in, running his tongue back and forth, torturing her secret slit from end to burning end.
Kay felt her thighs clamp uncontrollably over his ears. She hunted for Tommy's thing, but that sudden rush-blush was turning her body into a mass of uncontrollable trembles. Unlike Miss Purlett and the pair of male tormentors who had ravished her, Tommy didn't hold back. She was trembling, quivering, moaning uncontrollably, and she was filled with terror at the thought that he would probably stop just short of fulfillment and force her again and again through this sweet torture.
But Tommy didn't stop. Kay felt her legs opening and closing over Tommy's ears, but Tommy kept at it, licking, sucking, nibbling on her fluttering clit, until Kay knew she was approaching the point of no return. "Ooooohhhh!" she moaned. Tommy's calloused hands continued their delicate probing around her prurient pussy, contributing nobly to the cause as his tongue tickled her to undreamed dimensions of pleasure.
"Ooooohhhh, Tommy!" she moaned, trying once again to find his rigid thrill drill. It was no use. Kay felt the sudden spurt of warm juices, felt herself dissolving in the sweet ecstasy of the most prolonged orgasm she had ever known. And still Tommy wouldn't quit. He was tonguing her, licking her, titillating her tender clit with his tongue while his fingers made darting forays into her vagina, up her anus, into each of the tender triggers of her body.
Just as her deliciously prolonged explosion was ending, Kay felt the contracting waves start anew. Her body was shaking and trembling with the violence of prolonged pleasure.
Finally it ended. She wanted to sleep, to die quietly before life overwhelmed her with disappointments. After this, what else could life offer?
Finally she found his thudding thumper. Kay forced herself to stop trembling. She felt around and slipped her mouth gently over his pounding pillar. Licking its underside gently, she ran a languid finger up and down the tender crack behind his scrotum, hoping it would be as sensually pleasurable for him as it was for her. Despite her satiation Kay felt herself reviving as Tommy's tongue tickled her clit into new dimensions of awareness.
Tommy's pelvis began moving as he gently ran his slick-sliding slammer in and out of her mouth. Kay worried about ending it all in a sudden explosion, but Tommy didn't seem to be in any danger. Slowly and sensually, he continued running his rod in and out of her lips while he pursed his lips over Kay's clit and sucked. Kay felt that sudden rush-blush of blood again, felt hidden muscles contract spasmodically and knew it was going to happen again.
Licking and sucking frantically, Kay felt the tip of his tool peep out of its prepuce. She grasped it with her hand and squeezed, helping the process along with her lips and teeth. Tommy's foreskin peeled back, and she felt the naked throbbing head of his hammer rasp over her tongue. Tommy gave a sigh of delight and redoubled his licking, tickling, kissing efforts, to force her over the precipice of pure pleasure one more time.
Tommy gripped her waist and gently maneuvered her until they lay on their sides in the narrow bunk, heads pillowed on each other's inner thighs. Kay continued cautiously kissing and licking Tommy's bare-headed barb, vaguely worried that it would erupt like it had on their first encounter. But each time she slowed down, Tommy signaled his disapproval by redoubling his efforts, kissing, licking and squeezing her, until Kay helplessly felt love's elixir flow in renewed spurts from her pleasure-satiated pussy.
She moaned uncontrollably, squeezing her thighs over Tommy's ears as he dug his head in deeper and got her clit between his teeth. This time he was torturing her past the limits of human endurance. "Ooooohhhh!" Kay wailed, "Ooooohhhh, Tommy!" She felt her body thrashing uncontrollably, abandoned to the lustful pleasures of love. She tried desperately to remember to kiss and caress his cock. If only she could do for him one tenth of what he was doing for her. Suddenly the gently rolling fishing boat seemed to be turning upside-down. She heard the growl of the engine grow louder in her ears, and then she felt nothing.
When Kay woke up, Tommy stood naked before the radar screen. "Is everything all right?" she asked.
"No sweat," Tommy said, returning to the bunk.
This time he just lay beside her, gently crowding the front of his naked bronzed body against the milk-white skin of Kay's firm, sixteen-year-old breasts. They lay quiet for a moment while Kay incredulously realized the glow of passion was growing with her again. God, she thought, all the convent crap I've still got to unlearn before I can relax and enjoy my body!
But when Tommy kissed her and invaded her mouth with his tongue, she knew this magnificent young Indian would show her the way. Gently, he got her on her back and spread her legs. Very carefully, he began inserting his fine, firm erection into her. Good heavens, she thought, it's even bigger than Mr. Veely's! She felt herself stretching more than she had ever imagined she could stretch.
"Am I hurting you?" Tommy asked.
"Oooooh, no!" Kay panted. She wriggled her bottom around, trying to make it easier for Tommy.
"You still want some more?" he persisted. "Oooooh, yes!" Kay breathed, biting his ear. Tommy finally got the head in and began his first slow, sensuous shove into those secret parts he had been longing to explore since their strip poker game five years ago. Kay sighed.
Tommy began feeding her long, slow and careful strokes as if still afraid his enormous erection might hurt such a tiny girl. Occasionally he reared back and arched his back, to nibble her tiny, perfectly formed breasts. Twisting and contorting, he even got his hand down between her legs, to flick her turgid clit, which was stretched nearly out of shape to accommodate his pulsating pleasure pole.
Tommy pumped away, slowly and carefully, pulling out with each stroke until the head nearly broke free, leaving Kay in a sweet suspenseful agony each time, until she felt that comforting bulk drive back into her. Panting and moaning, Kay wailed her joy, her gratitude at being liberated from the dry sterile teachings of the convent. Twice more she went limp in total relaxation as that rush-blush of fulfillment suffused her. Each time she woke to the joyous knowledge that Tommy was still pumping away, his tremendous tool sliding in and out of her with the tight-fitting regularity of a piston in his boat's newly rebuilt engine. It felt so relaxingly, deliciously good that Kay felt herself going to sleep.
She came awake suddenly. Still plugged into her, Tommy was lifting her out of the narrow bunk. Kay put her arms around his neck, wrapped her long tapering legs around his waist and felt his hands cupping her buttocks as he walked across the room. With each step his rigid rod achieved new depths. By the time he had stepped into the boat's tiny shower with her still skewered on his spike, Kay was gasping with delight.
It was so crowded in the shower that Tommy had to pull his purple-headed pile driver out and stand her up in front of him. Kay forgot her disappointment as Tommy washed her back, her tits, her crotch. Finally he was done, and Kay maneuvered him around until she could kneel in the tiny shower and soap his joint. Washing his rod-hard firmness, Kay suddenly realized that her tireless young husband still had not fired his first load.
Impulsively, she kissed up and down its brown, wet-glistening length. Tommy caressed her head, reached down to rub his hands gently over her firm young breasts while she put the peeled tip of his banana in her mouth. He let her suck it, kiss and lick it for a while, then he pulled her gently upward until they faced one another. Laughing, they kissed beneath the still-running shower. Then Tommy turned the water off, and they dried one another with tent-sized towels.
Tommy picked her up and went to the pilothouse. Still holding her in his arms, he studied the radar screen and made a small adjustment in their course. Then he carried Kay back to the bunk and deposited her there with the same loving care as if she were made of some delicately fragile crystal. Kay felt sudden desperate disappointment when he turned away. But a moment later Tommy returned with two brimming glasses of champagne.
Arms interlocked, they sipped the bubbly liquid. Tommy smiled. Kay smiled. They kissed, eagerly swapping tongues, then finished their champagne. Tommy got rid of the glasses, then very gently climbed into the bunk. He knelt between Kay's thighs and carefully began threading his tremendous thumping tool into the tiny aperture between her lovely thighs. Kay sighed and waited. Soon she felt that deliciously wonderful rush-blush come again. Tommy pushed very slowly, waiting to see if she would complain.
Kay didn't. Finally she felt his pelvis grind against her own. Very cautiously, Tommy wiggled in a rotary motion, searching out all the hidden corners of love's secret chamber. Kay felt a moment's fleeting pity for the well-meaning sisters who would never know this joy. Then abruptly she thought, to hell with them! If that's what turns them on, well bully for them. Just don't ever try to make me live that way again!
Tommy buried his face in her breasts, kissed her tiny nipples to turgidity without interrupting his coitus motions. Gently, he lifted her and they strained, stretching legs at odd angles until Tommy was sitting on the edge of the bunk with his feet on the floor, and Kay sat facing him, rubbing her firm young tits in his face while they rocked back and forth.
Her legs were locked firmly around Tommy's waist. Each time Tommy rocked forward, Kay was forced back, and his face would dip to kiss her turgid nipples as his throbbing tool withdrew. Then he would rock back and Kay would come forward, burying her face in Tommy's smooth chest as his rigid love muscle penetrated to the end of her vagina and just a tiny hurting bit beyond.
Gradually Kay emerged from her private pleasure, to realize that Tommy was rocking just a tiny bit faster, driving just a little harder as his pelvis lunged to complete each stroke. She felt that sudden rush-blush of hot young blood and felt her insides flow around Tommy's firm flagpole.
She felt so deliciously loose and relaxed. Tommy wasn't hurting her at the bottom of each stroke now. Then suddenly there was a sudden sharp pain, and she felt Tommy's rampant rigidity force itself past some restriction and into new depths of her being. Good heavens, is he in my womb?
Tommy felt it too, a sudden delicious constriction about the head of his throbbing honker. He gripped Kay's hips and pulled her down harder, rocking back and forth faster as he nuzzled and licked her firm young breasts with increasing abandon. "Ready or not," Tommy yodeled, "Here I come!"
"Oooooh!" Kay moaned. She struggled to stop herself, to contain the rippling waves of pleasure that threatened to tear her apart. Tommy was rocking frantically now, pulling her savagely down on his thrill drill each time she came forward. "Ooooohhhh, Tommmmy!" she wailed.
She felt the pulsating surge of his tremendous thing within her, thumping and pumping in time with his raging pulse. Then abruptly Kay felt the first tiny spurt that meant Tommy's joy was as great as her own. She stopped straining and let it happen, reveling in the joy of knowing that her own juices were mingling with the squirting jets of Tommy's joy. "Oooh Kay!" he grunted, giving a final joyous lunge.
When Kay woke up, Tommy was guiding the boat up a narrow inlet. It was morning and the sunlight glinted off the blue water. "Where are we?" she asked.
Tommy pointed. Kay got up and peered through the pilothouse window. As she stood staring, Tommy's hands cupped her fine young jugs in an affectionate squeeze.
"The cannery!" Kay exclaimed.
"It's yours again," Tommy said. "Now that goddamn Veely's not stealing us blind, we'll make a go of it. We'll get the cannery running again too. But first, I've got to do something else."
Hastily, Tommy got into pants and a sweat shirt, then ran out on deck. Still naked, Kay guided the boat toward the dock and throttled down. Tommy snubbed the bowline over the cleat. Moments later he had the boat secured. Kay killed the diesel and began hunting for her clothes. Tommy came back inside the pilothouse. "Hurry up and get dressed," he said.
Vaguely disappointed, Kay turned. "Why?" she asked.
Tommy grinned. "I want to go down by the boiler room and finish that game of strip poker," he said.