Steve (Friday)
I awoke at 3:45 this morning with the beginning to bulge Mickey almost lying on top of me. Mickey had become very dependent, constantly wanting reassurance from me. I suppose that was normal for a girl that was pregnant. Sue and Mercy were always pushing Mickey under me to give her another dose of what got her stomach to swell. Kathy was acting as if she were almost jealous that Mickey was pregnant and she wasn't.
Kathy even told me, "You know, what I feel is nuts, but I wish I could give you another baby. I've only given you Greg and Bonita. I need to give you at least two more."
I would hug and cuddle Kathy every time she brought that up, and tell her how much the babies she gave me meant. I had to tell her, "Baby, you can't expect your body to keep producing babies year after year. You've done your share. Just look at the wonderful kids you've given me, our family, and this world."
Kathy would always smile and hug me tight when I would tell her this. She was happy for Mickey when she turned up pregnant, but it made Kathy want to reproduce again. It's a good thing her gears had been stripped or she would have been manufacturing another kid.
I relieved Mercy, who was acting tired. She said, "There's been entirely too much excitement around here lately. There's fresh coffee in the coffeemaker on the bar. I'm on my way to bed."
Absolutely nothing was happening. There were hardly any radar targets, even with the long range unit set out to fifty miles. Just the merchant ship traffic we had identified before. The weather seemed to be closing in a little with the wind picking up and the seas getting a little heavier. According to the Internet, the front we knew was coming was getting close, but there was still no rain on the scope.
I had fresh coffee ready for Dewey when he came on at six. I did a deck tour to check rigging and enjoyed a cup of coffee with my good friend.
After breakfast with the family, I called the shop to talk to Tiny. His first words were "Hey, what's with all the interaction with the Coast Guard. Our guys on the boats heard the chatter and have been calling me constantly for the last two days."
I explained what had happened and tried to make it sound as if it wasn't a big deal. Tiny scoffed at my explanation. "Don't try to kid a kidder. When I called the Coast Guard they said your boat caused over twenty casualties yesterday and you had saved almost two dozen refugees. The news people here have picked up the story and have been trying to get more background on you. They've been out to the yacht club and are using the Mercy Mercy as an example of the boat you're on now. You are in the news, Bud."
"That's enough about that, Tiny. What's happening that's really important?"
Tiny took a deep breath, "Well, let's see. Star published the new book of special tools and is shipping it with a video CD of how the originators made the tools. Dennis says he has some kind of breakthrough on miniaturization of the electric motor used to power the carts. He says it can be used in regular cars too. It supposedly uses only twenty percent of the power the current motor uses, but is more powerful than any we've created in the past.
"Mark is down on Chuck's island in Costa Rica. He had a bunch of carts shipped down there and has requested a whole lot of farm equipment. What's with that? I thought he was evaluating the need for wind turbines."
Tiny continued, "We're shipping what he asked for, along with a long list of other stuff. I think the man is going to set up a machine shop down there. He says he should set up an R&D center there because no one is there to bother anybody.
"Wes is flying around the countryside in a twin turbofan he built. Someone told me he has bought a couple of Canadian jet engines and is mounting them on a new creation he has. When I asked him about it, he told me, 'that one I'll sell to Cessna, Bombardier, or Hawker.' That's all he would tell me."
I asked, "Are there any problems?"
Tiny said, "If you mean real problems, no. If there are problems, yes, there are. Your Italian plant is oversold by about three hundred percent. It seems some sales people have gone out and really made some deals in order to keep the factory going. Then there is the Irish heavy lift rebuild plant. They are now over eighteen months behind. You should have a look at that while you're there."
Tiny continued, "All of our charter boats are so booked I can't even get a weekend out on the water. If I wanted to fly somewhere, I would have to try to schedule a lesson in a one fifty, as everything else is booked. You know Steve; we're really screwed. All of our equipment is committed and your people are flying commercial. Go figure."
"Sounds good, Tiny. Since you're so busy, what are you going to do for fun?"
Tiny laughed, "Easy, Henry and I have just bought another T-shirt factory. This is a really big one and has some great screen printing equipment. Henry made a deal on another knitting company too so we can now produce enough T-shirts to keep all the factories busy for a change. This next season, we will have enough T-shirts so we don't sell out every race. I want to have enough for mail order for a change."
As I was laughing, I asked, "So what is Phil up to?"
"He's causing trouble in Hawaii. He's made some kind of sale to the police departments over there for our three-wheeled wonder. We'll be shipping product over there from all of our stateside plants. The plant over there isn't fitted out for that cart yet. Ah, you probably need to know that he went to Guam before Hawaii, and made a deal with the military there for more of our three-wheeled police carts. He is expecting about three hundred to be shipped for all of the various bases over there. What do you think, should I revoke his sales license?"
Now I was really laughing. "Leave it to Phil to screw up a good recession. Well, work it out between all of our factories. See how Ireland and Italy are doing. Use them if you need to or can. Get Jeff to send someone to Hawaii to fit them with the three-wheeled cart line. They can have it set up while everyone else is still planning. We should go ahead with that offer from Hitachi and license the product to them. There's no way they'll let us open our doors there, but we can still make some good bucks on what they produce. Make sure our agreement has a non-compete for both sides."
Tiny said, "Jeff's been busy. Between the crazy Indian lady, Geraldine, and Jeff, they have come up with a new epoxy for fiberglass. This stuff melts the fiberglass together as if it was welded. The junction is really strong too. So far, it's withstood over a thousand pounds of pressure and still hasn't broken the connection. Gerry says the product has a lot of military applications and Jeff just says that it will make a do it yourselfer's day."
"Did I tell you we just sold Fox and Universal twenty new motorhomes? No one had them available, but we were able to pull stock from Canada, Chicago, St. Louis, and here to fill the order. How about that, our bid was just over six million and I thought we were going to be way too high. Instead, we were the only company that could deliver."
I had to stop him, "Tiny, you are having too much fun. If there aren't any problems, I'll go back to twiddling my thumbs. Damn, it sounds like you're having a great time."
"I am, Steve. Ruth is being especially foxy lately, if that is possible. We're all enjoying relying on each other since we already miss you guys. Charlie and Hank told me to say hi when you called. The kids all miss you too."
That'll choke you up. "Tiny, glad to hear everything is going well. I've only been gone a couple of days. How can so much happen?"
"You've been busy worrying about Chuck and getting ready to go on your trip. Now that you're gone, I can tell you everything that we've been doing. It just seems as if there is a lot going on, but it is an accumulation of stuff over the past week or two. There won't be as much to report the next time you call."
"Thanks for taking care of everything, Tiny. I'll give you a call in a couple of days. The ladies will probably talk to you all on the patio tonight and will be sending pictures of our confrontations."
I hung up on Tiny knowing he was taking care of business. I fooled with the Internet for a little while, before deciding to see what I could scrounge to snack on.
After a quick raid on the galley, I was thinking over the conversation with Tiny, I typed all of my thoughts on how to handle the sales in the Pacific, as well as the spike in Italy, into an e-mail to confirm what I knew. The place I didn't have any idea of how to handle was the super lift shop in Ireland. Perhaps we needed to close the cart plant and use the space for additional super lift rebuild. The plant that was just loafing along was the small plant in Germany. We had set that up as a way to pacify the politicos in Germany and not to be a major manufacturing location. Our labor cost was higher in Germany than Ireland or Italy, and the output per man-hour was less than at any of our plants anywhere. If we could get that plant to produce at the same level as our other locations, there was plenty of room to expand that location. We could fill it with what we would lose in Ireland and to possibly help the Italian plant catch up.
I needed a German to inspire Germans. I needed to find one.
Ding! I had a crazy German already. I wonder if he would enjoy running a plant? If he wanted, he could have his R&D shop in the plant that he runs. The man knows my "perfect" concept and understands that the quest for perfection often increases production. I picked up the sat phone and called the R&D building. The new secretary answered and I asked for Hans. Hans Griebling had been the first hire in our R&D shop. Abe had known him from Onan. The man had been a part of a talent exchange with Germany about ten years ago and had stayed.
"Speaking is Hans."
"Hi Hans. Its Steve, Steve Sharp."
"Hello, Mr. Sharp. What can the R&D shop do for you today? Mark is not here and Dennis is useless, only thinking of the time he will join you on vacation."
I smiled at that and said, "Actually, Hans, this is something for you if you would want the challenge."
"Ho, ho, oh boy, give me big challenge and I can go to town. What is it, Mr. Sharp?"
"It's Steve, Hans. What is happening is that I would like to increase the size and productivity of our German plant. They have not been able to produce the quality or quantity the other plants have. I was thinking it would take a German to inspire the Germans. I know your work ethic and I know how you pride yourself following my perfect principles. How would you like to run our German plant for a while to see how you like it?"
There was a pause that was so long, I was thinking I had lost the connection. Finally I heard Hans clear his throat and say, "This is no joke, right? You are asking me to go home to Germany and still work for S&S? You want me to be the boss of the plant in Germany and make it bigger and more productive? Is that right?
I could hear the strain in Hans' voice. "This is no joke, Hans. When I was trying to think who I could have take over and inspire an operation there, you were first in my mind. Would you like to try to run the place for S&S?"
"Yah, yah, I do, I will, yah, I want to do this. I want to make your plant in my home country the best in the world. I know to do that. A good German wants his work to be the best and to produce the most. I know how to do that."
I heard Hans take a deep breath, "When can I start? When can I go home to Germany? I have few family there any longer, but I will be meeting many new friends where the factory is. When can I begin?"
"Tell you what. I'll call Tiny to tell him my idea and get him going on sending Henry and Jeff over with you. Henry will work out the details of expanding the plant over there, and Jeff will make up the design for the line operation and robotics. You can spend your time evaluating the personnel there and decide who to keep and how to inspire the staff. I'll have Henry work with you to change management. It will be up to you whether you keep any of the management in place now."
Hans gushed, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I am so excited. This is like a dream. I really like our S&S Company. That I can go home and still work for S&S is the best part of my dream. I will make that plant the best Mr. Sharp, er, ah, Steve."
"Good, Hans. I will see you in Germany in a couple of weeks. Now go, enjoy going home to Germany and make that plant one of our best."
I was really grinning when Sue came in. She asked, "What are you so happy about?"
As I dialed Tiny at the shop, I said, "I've had an inspiration and it has made someone very happy."
I held up a finger for Sue to wait a second, as I had asked for Tiny and was connected, "Hey, Tiny."
Tiny wanted to act indifferent, "Now what? Another mind bending surprise by the boss, huh?"
"I have had an inspiration. I've asked Hans from R&D to go over to Germany and run the plant there. I want you to send him with Henry and Jeff to pave the way for him. Henry will handle the plant expansion at that location and Jeff can design the new lines for production of new product. You know the stuff we need, so do it that way. Henry can also take care of any terminations and position changes that Hans feels are necessary. While they are doing that, get hold of our Ireland plant manager and set up the closing of the cart lines there. I want to use the building for increased super lift rebuild area. Ask Jeff if he can use any of the equipment from Ireland in Germany."
"Geez, you're trying to solve all the problems at once. What about the Pacific? Any ideas?"
"Nothing on the Pacific yet, but I'll work on it. Begin working the German thing quickly so I can see Hans in action while I'm over there. I'll even run over from Ireland to take a look. I can go again while we're in the Riviera."
Tiny said, "Well, now my fretting over everything going so smooth is over. I'll get started right away. I'll call Henry first, then round up Jeff to get an idea of his schedule."
"Thanks, Tiny. I'll work on the Pacific issue, but that may be one of those deals where we produce everywhere else to catch up there. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
I sat back and Sue, who had been standing next to me, sat on my lap. "You're not handling this vacation very well. You're barely over a shoot 'em up and you're making deals over the sat phone."
I told Sue, "You heard my end of that. When I called Hans to ask him, I thought he was going to cry. He was so excited about going to Germany and as he said, home, but he would still work for S&S. That clinched it for me. He knows our perfect philosophy in theory and practice, and has so much German pride that he won't let up on those people until his plant is out-producing all of the other plants."
Sue gave me a hug and kiss, "Your expansion internationally is good. I've thought about it, but I think I'd rather keep all my manufacturing at home. Others say the U.S. can't be competitive, but I'm proving them wrong. I'm selling to countries that have a cheaper labor rate, but not our quality. I suppose I should be happy where we are, but I have the itch to grow. I don't know how to yet, but..." She let it hang right there.
I told Sue, "Tiny said that he and Henry did expand you. Tiny bought a T-shirt company that is bigger than what we have in Tampa. Henry bought a knitting company that produces T-shirts. We're going to attempt to make enough race day T-shirts to have about another twenty-five percent for mail orders."
Sue looked at me with a smile, and I said, "See, you don't have to do anything and your company just gets bigger and bigger."
Sue asked, "Aren't you going to keep the T-shirt companies in S&S?"
"Think this through with me, Sue. Wouldn't it make more sense if the T-shirt business were under Quality? It would be better to have them in your blanket of management and S&S can buy from you. Your company already knows how to sell via mail order, so you can advertise on our race day trucks and in the media advertising we're putting into industry magazines. I'm sure our field people will be able to distribute flyers for you, too."
Sue was nodding in agreement, "Good idea, and good thought process too, about how to handle the T-shirt companies. I guess I can have the girls concentrate on developing that business for a while instead of trying to expand in other areas. I'll call home to tell them what you're thinking. You do an e-mail to tell Tiny how to re-assign assets."
Sue grabbed another chair and was dialing the sat phone. I wrote a couple of e-mails to advise Tiny about re-assigning some assets and that Sue was going to get her people involved to run the plants. That will resolve what Tiny was worried about in having garment workers integrated into our technical groups.
I left Sue talking on the phone and banging on the PC keyboard. As I walked toward the engine room, I could feel the boat move under me a little. The seas must be picking up. Everything looked good in the engine room. All of the gauges were as they should be. We might have to spend part of day down here dusting soon, but that is all we would need.
I checked the desalination plant and did a quality check on the water. It looked good and tasted good. As I walked past the big laundry room, Julie, Marie, and the oriental sisters were busy in there. I went up to the salon to see that Chuck had kept the helm inside. Kathy, Glenda, and Beth were outside with the kids. You could see their hair blowing around and the kids had to watch their footing as they jogged around the boat. That reminded me, I needed to exercise too.
Chuck called me over, "Look at this front." He was pointing to the Internet satellite picture and moved his hand to point at the long-range radar display. "The front is about here. You can see the heavy precipitation. That is going to hit in about fifteen to twenty minutes. Would you check the rigging for me before it hits? Or, you can watch here while I check the rigging. We should begin getting the kids inside."
"I'll go out. Let me have the ladies get the kids in and I'll check the rigging. You might want to see if there are any sea advisories."
Chuck was typing at the helm PC as I went out. I told Kathy, "You should bring the kids in. The rain is getting real close."
Kathy nodded, "We're already getting some drops that must be blowing this way." She immediately began having the older kids gather the younger ones. The usual counting of noses began. Each kid had a partner so you could instantly tell if someone was missing. The partners would stand together before going in.
I heard Greg as he and Stevie went inside, "Hope it's close to lunch time. I'm hungry." Stevie was nodding in agreement.
I overheard Bonita and Liz talking, planning on trying some music with Danny and Manny. It made me wonder who else might be bitten by the music bug.
After checking the rigging, I followed Glenda into the salon. She went over to one of the nice lounge chairs by the helm and sat with Chuck. The two were having a nice conversation as I went down the broad curved stairway.
I looked into the lounge and saw Bonita, Liz, Danny, Manny, the triplets, and Dewey's younger two, all with their guitars, talking among themselves. In the other direction, the galley was a beehive of activity. Beth, Missy, and Mercy were finishing preparations for lunch. Mercy looked up and said, "How about getting the kids washed up and at the table? Use the intercom for those down in their bunk area. Push the crew page button and announce. When you take your hand off, you'll hear them reply for thirty seconds before the circuit goes idle."
I paged each of the area's to announce lunch. Walking back into the big lounge, I told the kids there we were ready to eat and to wash up. They immediately ran for the heads. I decided to eat first and possibly sit in for Sue when she relieved Chuck while she attended to business and ate. I thought I might want to hang around the helm anyway, in case the weather became real bad.
Lunch was warm soup and warm ham sandwiches. The ladies always had plenty of good food for everyone. I finished right at noon, so I went up to relieve Chuck, telling him that Sue was working on a project. Chuck advised me the rain was almost to us but it looked like it was becoming less dense. The wind indicator showed we were having a steady twenty-knot wind with some occasional gusts up to the thirty. As long as the wind didn't get much heavier, we could leave the main sails up without straining the masts. As soon as the gusts get over forty, we needed to bring them down.
About twelve thirty, Sue came up from below with a sandwich in one hand and a mug of soup in the other. She said, "Sorry, I got involved with the girls on how to handle taking over the T-shirt factories. They knew about the new factories, but didn't know you wanted us to handle them. They will begin working with the plant managers right away so that the new places get an idea of how we work. We'll have the management from those plants come to our plants in Tampa to show them how we operate. That should be good inspiration."
Sue was looking over the instruments when the rain began catching up to us. The boat was blanketed with the downpour, but the wind remained within acceptable levels. We watched the wind indicator show a gust up to thirty knots, but nothing over that. Our GPS speed indicator had updated to show our average speed over the last fifteen minutes to be almost seventeen knots. Pretty good in the heavier seas.
Sue asked, "How high do you think the seas are now?"
"Probably six to ten feet. We probably won't see much higher than what it is right now. It's really not affecting the wheel at all. This boat is big enough that you barely feel the roll."
Sue said, "No one has had a queasy stomach or sea sickness, so far. Even Glenda is doing great."
I made a fresh pot of coffee at the bar and poured Sue and me a cup. She suggested, "Why don't you go down and get some exercise. Grab Dewey and Chuck, they both could use some exercise too. With two bikes and two treadmills you guys should be able to workout together."
"Good idea. I'll be down there if you need me, or any of us, for that matter. Call if the weather gets bad."
I passed through the galley and told Dewey to put on his workout clothes. I didn't see Chuck, so I figured he might be in his cabin. I looked in the open door to his cabin and he wasn't anywhere to be seen. After putting on some shorts and regular tennis shoes, I met Dewey coming from his cabin and we went down to the lower deck to exercise. When we opened the door, we found out where Chuck and Lisa were. Chuck was running on a treadmill with his sport leg, while Lisa was using one of the ellipticals. The two must have been at it for a while as sweat was running down their faces.
Dewey climbed on a bike, while I stretched out first and began using the other treadmill. About fifteen minutes after we came in, Chuck finished running and began using the positions of the weight machine. He used them steadily for about fifteen minutes as Lisa sat on a bike watching him. When he was through, he toweled off and said, "Now for a shower. We need to remember to open the air vents for this room or it will get smelly very fast."
Dewey said, "The way you guys workout, I'll be in the best shape of my life by the time this trip is over."
Chuck said, "Lisa and I need some martial arts practice. We'll have to do that out on deck. The rear area, just past the sun deck, is a great open area. We can probably put a mat out there. I saw what looked like a big workout mat in one of the deck lockers."
The intercom clicked on, Sue's voice came over, "Would one of you guys come up here. The depth gauge is going nuts. I'm showing thirty feet at the bow and fifty feet aft. We were running at over three hundred feet before and getting deeper."
Dewey, Chuck, and I went up to the salon. Sue had the depth sounders on a split screen display showing the front and rear sounding devices. Sue pointed to the front display, "See, now it's at fifty feet the same as aft."
Dewey turned on another instrument and channeled it to another display. As soon as the display came up, all four of us said, "Submarine." We laughed and I said, "I'll bet the sub commander is teaching his men how to shadow a ship. Not many ships have fish finders. A ship usually won't even have their depth sounders on when they are far out at sea. The depths out here are usually over a thousand feet, so who needs them. I don't know whether they can tell we're using depth equipment or fish finders. Wish we had something to ping them with so they would know we know they are there. They need to be a little lower if the seas pick up more. We'll be raising and lowering fifteen to twenty feet if the seas get much heavier."
Chuck said, "The winds are getting up there. Why don't we start the engines? They'll get the idea and submerge deeper or just go away. I'm sure they have somewhere to go other than to pace us at our slow speed."
Dewey vented the engine room and started both engines. Sue was bringing the sail down as Dewey engaged the props. As soon as he did this, we watched the images on the fish finder display begin to slip ahead of us and the depth gauges began showing eight hundred feet. Our company had decided to leave us.
Lisa took hold of Chuck's arm and said, "Come on, Stinky, come take a shower. We can teach the kids down in the lounge this afternoon."
I told Sue, "I'm going to finish working out. If you need me, call. Just stay at seventy-five percent power and watch the wind indicators. When we get back to under twenty-five knots consistently, we'll raise sail again."
Dewey said he had enough exercise and would stay with Sue for a while. I went back down to the exercise room and found Kathy, Mercy, Mickey, and Maria. Mickey was using the bike, while Kathy and Mercy used the treadmills. Maria was working away using an elliptical. I decided to use the weight machine for a while and did thirty minutes of exercises before calling it a day.
I had just stepped into the shower when Kathy and Mercy joined me. Kathy was hot to trot, joining me quickly. Mercy wanted next, since she could have fun in the shower, but not in bed for a couple of days. Just as we were finishing, Mickey got in and wanted to be pampered. We washed her thoroughly, including her hair, making her feel like a queen.
Back up in the galley, we made some snacks for the kids and adults and migrated up to the salon.
Chuck and Lisa were working with all of the kids up there. It was neat the way they were working on each part of the four-part harmony. Chuck was able to get the boys to sing a part of the chorus, while Lisa was coaching the girls. They really sounded good.
They put it together, singing with Lisa. They went through it completely, and kept on playing to have Chuck sing the lead. The last time through, Chuck and Lisa sang together, with Chuck harmonizing with Lisa. Damn, those two were really good. The real neat part of their practice was both Chuck and Lisa were letting their fingers do some crazy stuff with their guitars. Both were playing electric guitars, but not very loud. Liz added to what they were playing with the harmonica, and Bonita was backing them up with an organ sound? Where did she learn that?
They switched some instruments around, with Lisa now playing the keyboard, and Chuck playing his bass. The kids all played their guitars as Chuck led them through another piece.
Chuck, Lisa, and the kids worked on various music pieces until after Juanita came on duty at four. He suggested the kids take a break to go read, watch a movie, or play some games in the crew quarters until supper.
As it neared six, Glenda came up to the salon to tell everyone that supper was ready. Juanita paged the crew quarters to tell the kids, and I sent her down to eat with the family.
After Juanita returned, I ate before helping to clear the tables, and tried to help with the cleanup. I say tried, as Chuck's family had taken over the galley doing the cleanup. He had so many women in his group; there was no room for anyone else. It was funny to see Kathy, Sue, Mercy, Missy, Glenda, and Beth sitting on the stools on the other side of the counter, drinking coffee and watching Chuck's menagerie work together. All of the women were having a spirited discussion of the pros and cons of home schooling. I suppose it was a good subject to be thinking about, considering new kids were coming soon.
I went upstairs and joined Chuck, Dewey, and Martin for a beer. We guys would have to take it easy, as we each had overnight duty. There was a new person at the helm. Juanita was directing Mickey as to how to observe the motor gauges as well as the radar displays. While we were sitting at the bar chatting, kids began coming up to the salon with their guitars.
Bonita began tinkling on the keyboard while some of the kids were paging through the laptop fake book program. It was neat to see and hear them stop at a song and try to play it through at what they thought was a correct tempo. Bonita, ever the teacher, would speed them up or slow them down, giving them the melody while the kids played chords.
Greg kept trying to pick the melody instead of playing chords, and was doing pretty well. Again, the youngest, Bonita, was teaching the oldest, Greg, the correct way to play something. Liz had an interesting contraption around her neck that held one of her harmonicas so her hands were free to play her guitar. She was amazing playing the melody on her harmonica, while playing rhythm chords on her guitar.
The evening went about the way of the previous night. The kids played something new after they played the other music they had learned. Lisa and Chuck played and sang some pieces they said had been written and composed by their friends, Pop and Rags. Then Chuck and Lisa degenerated into playing some blues. Lisa was playing her guitar and Chuck was playing a bass. They really were good together.
Mercy was getting off duty and I was going on. The kids had been sent to bed and the adults seemed to be migrating below. Mercy grabbed Lisa and Brandy, and headed below. Sue gave me a kiss, telling me she was tired tonight and headed below too.
Kathy said she was going to stay with me while Judy, Nancy, and Frieda thought this would be a good time to learn more and joined us. About the time I began showing the girls the notebook of sail configurations, Taiying and Sing came up to watch and listen. Almost all of the seats behind the helm were full, making me feel like a teacher in front of a class.
I was still talking when Dewey came up to relieve me at midnight. He said, "You better go down and help Chuck. The ladies in the hot tub have him pretty well beat. You can probably help take up the slack."
Chuck's ladies didn't seem interested in going downstairs and Dewey was told by Frieda: "Steve taught us about sail configurations, so you can teach us more about charting our course. That is interesting."
Kathy pulled me below to join the party in the hot tub room. Chuck was sitting on the side of the tub with his short leg outside. Beth was sitting on Chuck's lap moving up and down, while Tiani was in front of Beth, playing with her breasts. Sue had Brandy stretched back, making Brandy groan in orgasm and making as much noise as Lisa was, driving Mercy crazy. Maria, Julie, and Missy were sitting together watching the fun.
As Kathy and I approached the full hot tub, she said, "Steve's mine first, then whoever wants seconds can have him."
I don't know how long Chuck had been working on the women, or who he had given pleasure to already, but he and I sampled every one of the ladies present. I'm sure Chuck was making his second or third trip through the hungry women.
Chuck finally said, "I'm done. I don't think I can get it up again until late tomorrow. I have to go on duty at two, so I'm just going to put some clothes on and relieve Dewey early so the ladies with him can go to bed. Wow! What a wonderful group of women down here."
Sue said, "Sheena and Sheila left a little bit ago. They said they were going to attack Dewey again as soon as he came back down, so send him straight to bed. Don't let him stay up drinking."
The rest of us dried off and headed to our cabins and bed. Mickey wanted some more attention and was given some loving by Sue, Mercy, Juanita, and myself. I need some vitamins.
I was asleep in seconds.