Chuck
After parking the motor scooter next to the club, I walked toward where the men were getting out of their car. I watched as they walked a short distance to what looked like a seventy or eighty foot motor yacht. Three of them stood outside as the big man went inside the yacht.
After a few minutes and some laughter from inside the boat, the big man came out and the four boarded a large barge-like houseboat across from the yacht.
There were just a couple of lights on in the houseboat and they went out within five minutes. My eyes were now accustomed to the dark and I saw only one man, who was probably a night guard, on the motor yacht. He wasn't very alert as he mostly just sat with his feet up on the rail of the boat.
I needed to get at him, and then figure out a way to get rid of the other men on the houseboat.
After watching the man nod off a couple of times, I looked around for something to attract him. There was a bolt and nut lying on the ground where I was standing, so I picked up the nut and threw it to the dock on the side of the yacht.
The guy sat up quickly and looked over the side. He couldn't see anything, so he went to a locker and came back with a flashlight. He looked all around, trying to see what had made the noise. When he went to look on the other side of the boat, I threw the bolt to the dock. Luckily, it hit a metal bucket hanging on a dock support.
The man came running back to look, but this time, he walked down the boarding plank and began looking on the side of the dock. He had come fairly close to me and had just turned, shining his light along the dock.
A short two steps and a quick choke hold, cutting off his oxygen, and he was soon laying on the dock, out cold. I yanked his shoe laces off his sneakers and used them to tie his wrists behind his back. I tore one of his shirt sleeves off and stuffed it into his mouth. I tore the other shirt sleeve off and used it to hold the gag in his mouth. With a lot of effort, I dragged and carried the man down to houseboat and laid him on the deck.
I walked down the dock until I was at the far end of the houseboat. I loosened the rope that was holding the boat to the dock then walked back to the front and untied that line too. There were a couple of shore connections that I released and removed. Being careful to not make any noise, I lifted the boarding ramp from the side and set it on the dock. That was all that was holding the boat. I pushed it out of the dock, slowly letting the outgoing tide aid in guiding it out of the dock area and out into the lagoon. Hopefully, the boat would continue to drift until it was out of the yacht club harbor and actually at sea.
Now for the real problem. I could tell that the cabin lights on the yacht were now out, but that didn't mean everyone was asleep. I also didn't know how many men might be on board to guard this 'king of the area.'
I kept thinking, "Don't kill anyone. Do this without killing everyone." But then, I kept answering myself, "How do you convince someone that they are not a king? If they shoot at me, should I shoot back?"
I wished I had my silencer. I actually wanted one of those nasty little twenty-twos with a silencer on it. Damn, I didn't think this through very well.
There was a chair just inside the front main deck entrance that was probably for the guard during bad weather. I opened the door nearest the chair and found a laundry and storage room. There was a coil of thin line there, so I used the knife that was laying there and cut off four pieces about six feet long. They would immobilize someone if I needed to do that.
I went to the deck below to get at the master cabin. There was a nice galley with a dim light. As I went to the door near the master cabin, I opened it slowly to look inside. My eyes were aided by some light coming through the porthole. This was a small cabin, but it was empty.
Across from this door, I opened the other door and found an exact copy of the other side, also empty. Hopefully, there wasn't anyone else near.
I opened the large door with the ornate handle that had to be the master cabin. The door swung open soundlessly and revealed the huge man on an oversized bed with two women, but there were at least four women sleeping on the floor. One of the women on the floor had a bloody face and another was lying kind of funny. I saw a third was actually awake. Her eyes were following me.
I put a finger to my lips to indicate to stay quiet. She nodded ever so slightly. Then with her hand, she pointed at the girl who was lying funny and then put her hand on her throat in a choking manner and stuck out her tongue. I could see a tear forming in her eye.
That's when I pulled my Glock and moved toward the bed. Above the head of the bed was a shelf with some interesting gadgets. There were several pair of handcuffs and other types of locking restraints, along with a ring of keys. Also among the toys, there was a Billy club and a couple of nasty looking whips.
In the back, to one side of the shelf area, was a revolver that looked like a 357. I reached for the revolver and stuck it in my belt, then picked up the club and poked the girl on this side of the big man. She looked at me and the gun and gasped. I put my finger to my mouth again and motioned for her to get up. She did, after she reached across to the other girl and poked her and had her get up with her.
They both moved to the far side of the room, hugging each other. I saw the marks on their backs that must have come from the whips.
The big man was on his back, snoring with his mouth open. I poked him in his huge belly attempting to wake him, but he kept right on sleeping. I wondered why none of the women had killed him in his sleep.
Since he didn't wake up with the poke in the belly, I used the Billy club to whack him hard on the shoulder blade. I was beginning to feel pretty mean, so I gave him a whack on the bridge of the nose. That wasn't nice, since he struggled to grab his nose and woke up cussing. He looked at me, then the gun in my hand pointing at his face.
The man didn't hesitate; he struggled up and tried to reach the side of the bed where the revolver had been. Almost laughing, I swatted his hand with the club then watched him grimace in pain as he clutched his hand.
He then reached to a big button on the side of the headboard and pushed. If that brought people, I was ready. If the buzzer was wireless to the men on the houseboat, they would be surprised. I was hoping it was wired and I had disconnected it.
The big man and I waited, but no one came, so I said to him. "I think you murdered a young lady last night. You will have to pay for that."
While still trying to hold his nose and hand, he sputtered, "She's nothing but a whore, hardly worth a Colon. She's worth nothing. I've already paid too much to own her."
That pissed me off, so I cracked him across the mouth for being so foul. He looked at me evilly and said, "You will die for this. I will have my men cut you up and cook you. I'll feed you to the peasants of this place. If you think you can run, the Master will take care of you in the states." The man actually began laughing that villain laugh like cartoon movies used to have.
Knowing that the man was too big to cuff his hands behind his back, I slapped one cuff on his nearest wrist and rolled him over on his stomach. As he was laughing and cussing at my attempt to cuff him, I slapped another cuff on his other wrist then locked the two cuffs together. That would hold him. I pulled the line from my pocket and tied his feet together.
The man kept making lots of noise, cussing in multiple languages and spitting at me. I tore off a large chunk of pillowcase and stuffed it in his mouth.
I hadn't noticed, but the five girls in the room had gently moved the dead girl away from the bed and were now standing behind me. One picked up the Billy club and hit the big man across the knee. Oh my, but that would hurt. Another girl grabbed the club and whacked the guy on his elbow. The third got him on the foot, while the fourth and fifth took their turns to nail him on the other foot and elbow.
Not wishing to let the ladies get too violent, I asked them quietly, "Is there anyone else on this boat?"
One of the ladies was a fair skinned blonde, and she said, "No, the men, cooks, and maids are all on the boat across the dock."
I said, "Let's go let the lines loose on this boat and take it out of the harbor area. I think we might be able to talk to Martinelli better out at sea.
Although I had a little experience as a captain of a sailboat, I didn't know much about powerboats. Hopefully operating this wasn't much different than the sailboat with the engines.
The boat had been backed into the dock so I was able to pull up the boarding ramp, untie the front and rear lines, and prepare to move away from the dock. At the big helm area, there was a red sign that said, "Turn on fans before starting engine." I thought this was a diesel engine but I did as instructed. After the fans had been on for a couple of minutes, I started the engines. There was a separate sign that said, "Switch from shore power."
I ran outside and disconnected the shore connections. Nice that there was something to remind me. I wasn't much of sailor yet, so this could be an experience.
Back at the helm, I figured out how to engage the props and began idling away from the dock. Steve had instilled in me to move slowly when you were unsure of how or where you were moving. As we idled through the harbor lagoon, I saw the houseboat drifting farther away from the harbor out to sea. I wish I had a grapple with a long line so I could just tow it far out to sea so it would catch the southern currents that would take it toward Antarctica. As I passed the outer buoy, I flipped on the running lights to alert any other boats that I was moving.
I did note the position of the harbor opening on the notepad next to the primitive GPS at the helm. When I was about ten miles out, I idled down and took the boat out of gear to drift while I went to check on what the women were doing.
Two women were in the galley treating two of the others backs where whips had cut them so bad. That was a horrible thing for Martinelli to have done. As I headed toward the master cabin, one of the ladies broke free and ran to me, holding her hands up. She kept shaking her head not wanting me to go into the cabin.
The blonde, fair-skinned girl wasn't there, and I needed to find her. As I went for the door, the girl I wanted to find came out of the door. I thought at first that she was hurt as she was covered with blood. She looked at me and smiled, "That bastard will never kill or maim anyone again. I finished it once and for all. You can tell the police, but I don't care. He killed little Carla last week, then Susan, and now Celine. Who knows how many he has killed and dumped out here in the ocean. The man was so horrible; I know it was only a matter of time before he would kill me too."
I told the girl, "Strip, get those clothes off and find a shower. When you're clean, help these other girls treat their wounds."
I didn't want to look at the room, but opened the door to look. On the bed was the two arms still held together by the handcuffs. Parts of the huge obese man were all over the bed. I almost got sick, but remembered what the man had done.
After shutting the door, I said to the girls who were all looking at me, "We'll go out about ten more miles and dump him overboard. You girls need to begin cleaning up that room. I don't know how you'll do it, but you need to clean it."
About thirty minutes later, I stopped the forward movement again and, while at idle, considered what to do. I didn't have to do anything. The girls began carrying sheets full of body parts to the side of the boat and dumping them over. They had made three trips and were headed below again when there was a sudden frenzy of activity in the water.
Several sharks had been attracted by the blood and were now tearing apart the pieces remaining in the water. The girls had stopped to watch the carnage and all of them were grinning and laughing. This was a very macabre scene.
A little while later, a nude blonde girl came up the ladder from the galley and handed me a cup of coffee. She asked, "May I reward you for saving us? All of us want to reward you."
I smiled gently and said, "Please, put on some clothes and prepare to meet the world when you return to the dock. All of you may remain on the boat if you want, but you all need to clean this thing up."
She said, "The bedroom is mostly clean. We have brought Celine up to take her to her parents. They knew she had been taken by Martinelli. He gave them a thousand Colon and told them they were being overpaid. She was not an only child, but was the oldest and was working to help the family. They will have some comfort to know she is no longer with Martinelli."
It made me sick to think someone would think a human was worth less than two dollars.
I asked, "What will the police say when you bring a dead Celine?"
"Nothing, they know she was taken by Martinelli and would not confront him anyway. Now they don't have to worry about it. Soon they will realize he is not here any longer and his men are gone too. We didn't even pass the houseboat on the way back."
We idled into the lagoon and yacht club harbor area where I turned slowly then reversed the props to slowly back into the dock. I didn't bang the fenders on either side much and was able to be almost stopped by the time the back of the boat hit the fender area at the rear of the dock. I jumped off and tied the lines on the back, then the front. After putting the ramp back in place, I reconnected the shore connections.
All the girls were now dressed in shorts and regular tops. They looked like the young ladies they were. The blonde asked me, "Can we stay on board for a while? There is food here and we will be safe if the other men are not here. If they come back, I think we will kill them too. Please, give us the gun Martinelli had."
Hoping the others understood, I said to her, "You know you can't just kill people. The police might come and take you away and put you in jail, or worse."
She said, "No one will ever say anything against you or us about this terrible man that was on this boat. Now the boat is yours. He killed the couple that used to own this boat because he wanted it. They were nice people who came here to retire. I knew them and worked for them as a housekeeper. They had no family and only wanted to live a peaceful life. Martinelli killed them and took the boat. No one has contested him or even questioned him when he said he bought the boat from the couple. I know where he keeps the papers, you will see. Can you come back down to the boat today? I want the manager of the club to know you are the new owner of the boat. If you need money to pay the club, there is money in Martinelli's safe. Money he took from everyone. He kept it all right here on this boat."
I said, "Why don't you keep the boat and live on it. You keep the money and live here."
The girl smiled and said, "I want a man to look after me. I want a man, such as you who has rescued me, to keep me. Won't you do that?"
I said, "You don't even know my name. How can you want someone like me to keep you?"
"But I do know your name. Martinelli and one of his men talked about Charles Johnson all day yesterday and last night after they came back from seeing you. They said you were called Chuck by other people. They know you have money and they wanted it."
"I see. Did they know I am committed to women in the U.S.?"
The girl said, "No, they don't know you are a man such as you are. Keep us; we won't make your other women angry. We will serve them too, but I want you to keep me and I'm sure the others will want you to keep them. We need to go to the doctor to make sure the pig did not make us sick. He made us take care of his filthy men, as well as himself. If we didn't do as he asked, he would whip us and then kill us. Please, keep us."
When it looked like I was going to agree, the girl said, "Can you give me some money, only a few Colon to go to the doctor and to give to Celine's parents so she can be buried? They will want to thank you for rescuing her body. Please let them."
I went below to a small cabin that was pointed out to me. It had a big safe in it and the door was open. Inside the large safe were stacks of money. There was a lot of U.S. currency, some Canadian, some Euros, but mostly big bundles of Colons. I took two bundles of Colons and handed them to the girls. I said, "Give some to Celine's parents and use some for the doctor and to buy plenty of food. If you need new sheets or more cleaning equipment, buy it."
I took the blonde girl that was the speaker with me to the master cabin. I was impressed. The floor was actually clean, as was the bed and surrounding area. I asked, "What did you do with all those things he used to tie you up and to hurt you with?"
"We threw them away when we threw him away. Everything that hurts people is gone. Can we show you how we would enjoy making you feel good?"
"I'm still committed to the girls in the states. Where are you from anyway?"
"I'm from Philly. I ran away when I was fifteen and found my way down here on a rich man's boat. I've lived here almost nine years now, and have learned the language, as well as the customs. I can live here now without getting into too much trouble."
I handed her the gun and said, "Be careful with this and only use it if you have to. Remember that you only have six shots and you must make each one count. If eight men come at you, perhaps you might want them to be lined up so one bullet will hit more than one."
She said, "Men are cowards. If I shoot one, the rest will run. With the sound, many will come, but none will bother us if they know we are armed. Since this is a boat, the police will leave us alone."
I yawned and said, "It's morning and I must return a motor scooter to its owner. I will try to come by before I leave."
When we went topside, the manager of the yacht club was standing on the dock. When I walked out, he grinned and asked, "Does this boat have a new owner? Will you be keeping it here? You are a member and you will only have to provide docking fees."
The girl came forward with a stack of Colons and asked what fees would be owed for a year. The manager said, "Oh my, all inclusive you could keep your boat here for very little. Let me count out what would be correct."
The girl watched as the manager counted out some of the paper money, and handed back most of what she had given him. He said, "Thank you, Sir, for being a great member of the club. What did you do with the houseboat?"
"The last I saw of it, the boat was heading out to sea. I suppose they had someplace to go."
The manager looked confused, but reached for me and hugged me. He said, "I think you are a hero here in this community. Please, don't be like the one who is gone."
The girl said, "He won't be, he is a good man inside and will be a good person to all."
The manager actually had tears in his eyes. He said, "Now the people in the community won't be afraid for their daughters or children. They will rejoice that he is gone. Please allow us to celebrate with you."
I yawned again and said, "I'm sorry, I'm very tired and think I should go to my home for a while. Please, Sir, look after these women and make sure they are protected. Make sure they are treated nicely. Perhaps you can help find them husbands to make a life of their own."
The girl said, "Oh no. I will make a life of serving you. I like being taken care of by a man. The other girls do too, but perhaps not as much as I do. I'll watch over them, and if they want, I will find them good husbands."
I waved and wanted to walk away, but five women ran to hug me. They all kissed me multiple times and jabbered in their native tongue. The girl who had been their spokesperson said something to them and they let me go with smiles. She said, "They all want to thank you, as I said they would. Go get some rest, but please come to see us before you go back to the U.S."
Up at the yacht club main building, I found the scooter and started it up. The little moped, or whatever it was, strained but made it up the hill to the condo. As I pulled up to the garage door, it opened and my four new housemates were standing there. I pulled in and they surrounded me. Maria asked, "Are you alright? What did you do? What happened?"
"Maria, I am very tired and very hungry. Let me make something for breakfast, then I need to find out about my aircraft."
We went up to the kitchen where the girls gave me a cup of coffee and got busy making me a piece of steak of some kind and some eggs. They gave me some fried potatoes and had toasted some bread in a big toaster oven.
As I was eating, there was knock on the door. I went to the door to find Ben. He pushed in and closed the door immediately. He said, "What in the world did you do? The whole town is talking about you and that Martinelli isn't here any longer. They said that his boat is now yours. What happened, Chuck? What did you do?
I said, "Take it easy Ben; I think Martinelli is taking a swim far out in the ocean. I wasn't actually the cause of his demise. I did capture him and his boat, but I didn't do him in."
"How did you, ah, what did you do with all of his men? They were all in that houseboat across from his yacht."
I seriously and honestly said, "I don't know where they went. The last I saw of the houseboat, it was going out to sea. I have no idea what happened to it."
The girls had just given Ben a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang again. I opened it and found Beth. She came in and said, "The manager just called me and told me that you now owned this big motor yacht down at the club. Where did you get that? Isn't Martinelli's the only big motor yacht down there right now?"
Ben said, "Martinelli is swimming with the fishes. The boat is Chuck's now. Can you believe it? In just one day he cleans up our town. Just one day."
I said, "Ben, don't make a big thing about it. Most people don't want to even mention that man's name. He did many very cruel things and I saw a young woman's body the man had killed. The man was the devil's child. Let him be."
Ben asked, "If you didn't kill him, who did? Did you make him walk the plank?"
"Just remember that the young girl had friends on board that were angry their friend had been murdered. Their revenge was probably justified."
Beth was nodding and said, "You are like Steve. You don't let wrongs go unpunished."
I yawned again and said, "I am very tired. I think I'll take a quick nap then check on my aircraft."
Maria brought my cell phone and said, "This has been ringing a lot since you've been gone."
I looked and saw that Jimmy had been calling. I called him and said, "What's up, Jimmy? I haven't been out to the airport to check on the aircraft yet."
He said, "Don't bother. The parts are still in Canada. There was a run on the needed parts, so everyone is scrambling. I had Hillsborough hydraulic begin working with a guy out in the business park that has a machine shop. He's making the couplings for you and the hydraulic shop is cutting the hoses and testing the finished parts. We'll have your parts to you by this evening. You should be good to go by morning. You're A&P mechanic down there has to sign off on the FAA form 337 for the parts you're being sent. Sorry about that, but we're going to make parts here and sell them to and through Bombadier under their production certificate. I flew Wes up with a set to sample and they had the FAA give their blessing and authorized us to build and ship right at a hundred sets to them and/or to drop ship them to their customers. There's a ton of red tape if we wanted to sell them ourselves but this way the machine shop will be happy, and Steve will be happy because we're turning a bad situation into a profit. If you want the straight scoop, call Steve, he'll tell you what we did."
"Thanks, Jimmy; I appreciate you taking care of me. If my girls get back from their cruise, tell them I'll be home soon."
He said, "Not to worry, Chuck. Steve and Mercy decided to ride out a storm to see how the boat did. They probably won't be home till tomorrow night, so if you want to talk to Steve, call him on his Sat phone."
"I'll still beat them then," I said. "This is nuts, isn't it? A quick trip down here is becoming a vacation. Okay, I'll let you know when I can fly again."
Jimmy answered with a smile in his voice, "Hell, I'll know before you do. Those guys down there have ordered six sets of the new couplings. I'll talk at you later."
I hung up with Jimmy and called Steve's sat phone number. It took a few rings before Mercy picked up the phone and answered it. After saying hi to her I finally got hold of Steve. "What did you do to get me parts down here so fast?"
Steve told the story, "When Jimmy told me that he could get a fix for your aircraft I had Wes find out what needed to happen for us to fix our other birds plus how we might be able to sell some of the units ourselves. Wes found out how to do it so we sent him and Jimmy up to Canada to Bombardier customer support and he told them that we're getting our fleet back up right now with these couplings. He tossed them on the table and told them that if they would license us to build the couplings on the old pattern, instead of what their current vendor is screwing up, we can deliver X couplings at Y price by Z date. He told them they have a worldwide AOG (Aircraft On the Ground) situation right now, and we have production facilities in Europe and Asia which can serve those markets on the basis of data we can e-mail to them, using their current personnel and equipment. We know the MIDO (Manufacturer Inspection District Office) in south Florida, and they'll give approval tomorrow if they give the license today."
Steve continued, "They jumped at the chance to clean up a major problem and Jimmy came up with a profitable fix for the Lear you took down there. Tiny had Wes distribute the information to Ireland, Italy, and Hawaii so they could produce what might be ordered if time became a factor. Pretty neat don't you think?"
I said, "Your people are amazing Steve. They grow roses right out of the cow patty. No processing involved. Anyway, thanks, great job."
Steve said, "Don't tell me, tell Jimmy and Wes."
After I hung up I turned to my two guests and said, "Now, Ben, Beth, I'm going to take an hour's nap then go down to the yacht club again. If you want to come, I'll come and get you on my way. Did you know there is a car down in the garage?"
Ben said, "No what kind?"
"An old Mercedes 450SL. I didn't see the hard top, so it may only have an old rag top. I didn't look. Why don't you check it out, Ben? You could use it when you're here."
"Then I'd have to drive. I would have to stay sober. I like someone else to drive."
Beth was pushing him toward the door. Over her shoulder, she said, "I'll look at it and make sure it runs, Chuck. I like to drive myself."
I went upstairs and took off my clothes. They were disappearing as fast as I removed them. While in my shorts, I lay down on the bed and was asleep almost instantly.
I rolled over on my back and bumped into a soft form. I was thinking it was Lisa or Brandy, and almost reached for whoever it was. As my eyes opened, I saw one of the cute little girls laying there in a skimpy bikini. She was smiling at me.
I raised my wrist and looked. No watch. The girl said, "Ten o'clock. You said only an hour, but I let you sleep an hour and a half. You were very tired."
"Thank you, now I need a shower and some clean clothes."
The little girl was instantly up and took my hand to help me stand as I had taken my leg off. I smiled at her and began hopping to the bathroom. She didn't leave, so I stood in front of the bowl and tried to shield myself from her as I peed like a racehorse.
When I shook off, I hopped to the shower and had to sit to swing my leg over the side of the oversized tub. As soon as I stood, the young lady, now nude, was in it with me, smiling away as if this was a normal thing to do.
The shower was actually asexual, except that I got a boner that didn't want to go down. Every time she took me in hand to attempt to relieve it, I moved it off me. She just couldn't understand that she wasn't supposed to do that.
Outside the tub, I shaved and brushed my teeth. When I went to the bedroom, someone had even washed my stump sock. My slacks were washed and pressed, and the shirt I had worn down was now clean. I put on my now clean sport coat that I wore down here and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
I was greeted by several hugs and Maria kissed me square on the lips. Maria said, "Thank you from all of us for ridding our home of that horrible man. Everyone was afraid of him and the government didn't, or couldn't, do anything about him. No one knows what you did to him, but he isn't here any longer and you now own the boat he killed that couple for. You are our home's hero."
I said, "Bad people often go away and never come back. I don't know what happened to the man, so let us leave it at that."
Maria grinned and said, "You will still be our home's hero."
The girls fixed me some kind of salad with fresh fish that was delicious. When I was through eating it, I said, "I need to go to the yacht club. If you girls would like to go with me and explore the boat, you are welcome. There are some girls on board that you might want to help if you can. Only one speaks English, so you can teach them if you want."
They became excited and wanted to know what to wear. I suggested, "How about nice shorts and blouses that cover everything. Look expensive, look as if you were my wives. You know they would dress nice."
The frenzy only lasted about five minutes before they presented themselves to me. They did look nice. I would be proud to be seen with them anywhere.
The taxi took us to the yacht club where I thought the security guard was going to kiss me. The taxi driver wouldn't accept my money until I stuffed what was probably too much into his shirt pocket. I was getting to believe this Martinelli had been hated and feared by all who came into contact with him.
Down at the dock, a nice schooner was in the slip where the houseboat had been. A topless lady was sitting on deck with a drink in her hand. She hoisted it and said in English, "Howdy, Neighbor. I hear you're quite the man. I suppose thanks are in order."
I just grinned and waved. As soon as I was on the deck of the yacht, the five girls from the yacht ran up to me and hugged and kissed me. The blonde said, "Thank you for returning. Are these your lucky wives?"
The four girls that came with me laughed and began speaking in their native language to the other girls. While they spoke, I went below to the little room with the safe and tried to figure out how much money was in the safe. There looked to be nearly a half million in U.S. Currency and probably close to several billion Colons. That isn't that much in real money, but it was a lot.
Now, how much will these girls need to live on? This would probably be their only money available unless Ben and Beth could look in on them. Oh yeah, that's right. I didn't tell Ben and Beth I was leaving. I called Ben's cell and when he answered, I said, "Get a taxi and come down to yacht club. Come aboard the big motor yacht. It looks like my crew has the place cleaned up very nice."
Ben said, "We were waiting for you. How long have you been down there?"
"I just got here, Ben, you haven't missed anything. Come on, I have some questions for you."
There was a note on top of the safe that had four digits written on it beginning with L12. Figuring that was the combination, I spun the dial and tried the handle. The bolt stayed out of the door. I dialed the combinations with decreasing turns from four left and wonder upon wonders, the door handle withdrew the bolt. I slipped the paper into my wallet then took out what was about a million Colons. I put the money into a cigar box on a shelf and shut the safe. It never hurts to have some cash in reserve, especially in a foreign country.
When I came out on deck, Ben and Beth were just arriving, and the topless chick from the schooner, who now had a halter on that really didn't cover her large droopy breasts, was standing with a guy wearing one of those cute white captain's hats. He was decked out in a white shirt and pants straight out of naval folklore.
I was introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Knowles from Texas who were retired and wandering the Caribbean. Jack Knowles said, "We are members here and travel back and forth often. I have to go back to Texas to take care of some business every couple of months, but we languish here the rest of the time, enjoying the club."
Mrs. Knowles, or Sheila said, "Jack and I have so much fun. You'll have to meet our friends. We have many very attractive friends that are into having intimate parties, if you know what I mean." She emphasized 'If you know I mean' by hefting one of her huge droopy tits at me.
Ben was drooling, but Beth was being a little distant. I think she has better taste.
The yacht club manager came down to the dock and said, "We've topped off your fuel and checked out your engines. How about taking us all out for a run? This is such a nice boat and it needs to be run. Will you do that, Mr. Johnson?"
I said, "Dino, call me Chuck, please. First, let's make sure there are enough life jackets and let me check for a runabout in this rear locker. It looked big enough."
There was a nice sized runabout with a motor on it in the locker. The little boat was on a cart that would get it to the davits on the rear of the boat. The blonde had another locker open and was counting a mound of life jackets. I said, "Looks like more than enough. Let me get this started, then we'll disconnect shore services and cast off."
I started the engines and the generator and stepped outside the helm area to see two uniformed club personnel disconnecting services and then standing by the lines. I yelled "Cast off aft." The man untied the line and tossed it to the rear deck. "Cast off forward." Another attendant untied the line and tossed in on the bow. I smiled to myself at being the big shot captain.
Stepping back into the helm area, I shifted into the forward gear and began idling out of the dock area. As we reached the edge of the harbor, I gave the boat a little more speed, then began pouring it on as we reached open water.
I watched the twin tachometers to make sure we weren't revving too high. It appeared we were only at about forty percent power. The one gauge was registering ten knots, so I increased the engines to sixty-five percent and we were soon cruising into the wind at over twenty knots.
Ben came in and said, "Sue said you had your captain's license. You handle this boat well for just beginning with it. It is a nice boat. That one girl is taking everyone on a tour. You are really lucky to have an all-girl crew like this."
Beth stepped into the helm and said, "If Ben had an all-girl crew like this, he'd fuck himself to death. The man can't keep his hands off these Latin beauties." She was laughing.
Ben was frowning and said, "I'm no worse than you. Every time I turn around, Carlotta is trying to haul you off to the bedroom. What do you do for her that she wants more and more?"
Beth was grinning and grabbed Ben's crotch, "The same as I do for you, Honey. I love to use my mouth."
I looked at the two and said, "Too much information, Guys."
Beth said, "Wouldn't you like me to show you how good I am? Ben loves to watch me suck someone off."
I was choking and Beth had to slap me on the back. Ben said, "I guess not. Here I thought Chuck was a worldly guy."
"Not into other men's wives, that's all."
Beth said, "How about sisters?"
I had to laugh this time, as they were really funny when away from Tampa. They were not the two uppity people they let on to be.
We went out about twenty miles and were heading back in when Sheila Knowles came into the helm area with a tall drink. She said, "I understand you're a man after my own heart, a Beefeaters drinker. Have some to celebrate. You're going to be toasted all night long. The club manager has invited every official around to come celebrate that 'the wicked witch is dead.' I wish I could find a recording of that so I could play it tonight."
I didn't gulp the drink as I had not had enough sleep or enough to eat yet. As we did get closer in, Maria came to me with the blonde girl and said, "Would it be okay if we become friends with the girls on your boat? We could share many things together and make sure both the boat and your new home are always very clean and neat. Please, Chuck, can we?"
"Sure, Maria, just enjoy the company. You know you girls are free to go. You are free to marry and be wives and mothers."
"We know, Chuck, but right now, for a while anyway, we want to serve you. Please bring your ladies and friends here to enjoy Costa Rica. We will make sure your stay is unforgettable. You will be a better owner than the fake playboy who used to own the condo."
When I spun us around and gently idled back into the slot, I think everyone was impressed. Jack Knowles said, "I'll have to have my captain do that. It saves time when we go out."
The manager of the club said, "There is a special party honoring you tonight. Please come as everyone wants to welcome you to our community. Please make sure you come, as the food will be the best, and you will be very surprised how grateful the community is."
Ben said, "You'll go away from this party with some extra wives, that's for sure."
"What do you mean, Ben?"
Ben smiled, "Some of these business men were paying the guy a fortune. They will give you their daughters, as the word is out that you would treat the girls right and be a good son-in-law. Martinelli would have just stolen the girls, and who knows what happened to the many he has taken."
"No women, no wives, help me. Get Beth, get anyone, but explain to them that I have enough women. What is this, a town with too many women and they are trying to get rid of them?"
Beth came to my rescue. "No, Chuck, they do have more girls than boys, but boys help take care of the family and you only have to keep feeding and clothing the girls. Unless they sell them or marry them off, they have no value. Take a few home Chuck, your girls will love them and they will make good housekeepers."
"No wives or women, Beth. Christ, help me will you?"
Beth grinned and said, "I will, but it won't be easy. These people are ecstatic that you have removed the scourge of the area."
After the boat was tied up, I said to everyone, "I'm heading home for another nap. Please, wake me an hour before this party. I'll see everyone later."
When I headed toward the front of the club to get a taxi, eight women were following me. The blonde said, "We left one girl in charge of the boat. She will watch the boat for us. We'll take turns this evening so she can go to the party, as well. We all will have new dresses and can't wait to go out."
At home, I was followed upstairs and eight sets of hands undressed me. The boat girls gasped when they saw my leg, but pointed at the spare gun and were jabbering about it with smiles.
I lay down and was soon hugged by one girl, who was lying behind me. Another spread a blanket over us, and I just drifted off. I wasn't going to rid myself of the women.
Someone kissed me on the forehead. I opened my eyes and it was one of the boat girls. She was smiling, but had watery eyes. She kissed my forehead again and the blonde's voice came from behind me, "She wants to give herself to you to show you how much she appreciates that you have freed her. She wants to serve you for your lifetime. She is very happy to serve you now."
I smiled, brought her forehead down, and kissed it. She actually sobbed, but was grinning. I think she knew I was happy to have helped her.
As I rolled to get out of bed, one of my house girls helped me to the bathroom, where I had an audience as I took a leak again.
I rubbed my chin and felt whiskers, so I dropped my shorts and hopped to the tub where I sat down to swing my leg into the big tub. Just as I turned on the water, Maria and three of the boat girls stepped into the shower. Maria said, "I've made them promise they would not handle you, only wash you. If they become insistent, just remove their hands and speak to them."
I did shower without being molested, but was vigorously washed and dried. I think they felt they had accomplished part of their goal when I was standing at the sink shaving with an enormous hardon.
One of the girls came into the bathroom with a stump sock and my leg. I put it on and went out to the bedroom to find a new pair of pants that went with my new sport coat. I didn't ask where they came from, as I assumed they had come from La Tux. I'm sure Martinelli made their life hell too.
When I was dressed, all the girls vanished and Beth called from downstairs, "Come down and have a drink with me, Chuck. We'll loosen up before we go to the club."
Beth was very sexily dressed, showing some of the great Phillips'
cleavage.
Sue's was bigger, but Beth's rivaled her, and right now in the sexy
dress in front of me, Beth was the front runner.
Beth came up to me with a drink in one hand, and leaned her large soft bosom into me as she very sexily kissed my lips. She said, "I wish we had more time so we could repeat some of the fun we had on the boat this past year."
I rolled my eyes and was caught. Beth said, "I know you liked it, and I know I liked it. You're not married yet, so it's not like you're cheating."
"I know, Beth, and the ladies would say to go for it, but I'm different from them because I like the fact that I'm committed to them. Perhaps again sometime in the future, but right now I want my ladies to know I'm only theirs."
She said, "Damn, I sometimes wish Ben would be like that. Steve is like that too, but Sue keeps bringing him toys. Ben's getting his ashes hauled right now. Carlotta is a sex kitten. She loves my box and his dick. We both squirt, so she is after both of us all the time. It's tough to keep a stiff dick around her as she's always sucking the life out of them."
After laughing at how she described Carlotta, I suggested, "You need to become better friends with the Knowles. You know you can use that boat whenever you want. Find a captain and crew to maintain the boat and to take you out, but make it clear that the girls must be left alone. If they want to marry one, I'll come interview them and decide. I will act as the parent and go-between."
Beth laughed, "You won't fuck 'em, but you'll take care of them and look out for them. You're something else, Chuck."
We had our drinks until Ben showed up. He said, "I had your Mercedes checked out and registered in your name. I bought you insurance so you can drive it when you're here. Beth will probably use it more than you. Oh yes, I registered the boat in your name, as well. I found registration documents from the old owners, but none from Martinelli. The locals would register anything for you right now, so if you see something you like, ask." Ben was laughing at what he considered a joke.
We left for the club with my eight well dressed ladies. They all looked elegant in their nice dresses. I think the four house girls had some input on the clothes for the boat girls.
At the club, I was greeted by applause as I came into the main club and dining area. This was almost embarrassing. The manager had me stand at a table with a glass of champagne and began speaking first in the native language, then in English. He said, "This evening is to honor our new member and community resident. He has rid us of a terrible plague that tore up this community for years. We all wish to thank him, but he wants only to be our friend. To Chuck Johnson, our friend."
Everyone downed their glass full of champagne and applauded again. As I stood there, people began coming up in a line to say something and to grasp my hand. Women kissed and hugged me. Men kissed my cheeks and hugged me, some with tears in their eyes. Businessmen were very warm and tried to say thank you in their broken English. This took over an hour, and we finally sat and were served some of the best baked fish and steak I've ever had
My glass of wine or Beefeaters was never empty. As the evening wound down, Ben and Beth took my hand and led me to the corner of the room where there was a grand piano. Beth said, "Play for these people. Play anything you can and they will love it."
It was at that second that Sheila Knowles leaned across the side of the piano to let her huge bosom dangle into view. Beth saw that and leaned over next to her and asked, "Does this inspire you, Chuck? How about a double later?"
My fingers did the talking as I thought of what Sheila had said earlier and began playing and singing in English, "We're off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of Oz." I think every one in the club was singing. It's funny to hear something you know being sung in another language. They were all happy for losing a tyrant. When I began playing 'The wicked witch is dead' there was mass laughter and applause.
I switched to 'Georgia' then played what Bonita had played and sang, "Somewhere over the rainbow."
After that I stood and said, "Enough, let someone else play tonight. I'm thankful to be among friends."
I was beginning to feel a little tipsy and didn't want to be hungover to fly tomorrow. I did get some coffee and was fed a delicious piece of special fried banana pie, strange but delicious. From there it was time to say goodnight. I walked the ladies back to the boat. There the blonde asked, "Can we remodel the master cabin? It needs to be torn out and rebuilt just for you. We will do something special just for you and make it totally different."
"Please do that. I don't even want to look into that room. Clean it completely out, and clean out everything that belonged to that man. Sell what you can and burn the rest." I quietly asked, "Do you have enough money to take care of yourselves?"
She said, "Yes, you left us a great many Colons and you are only a phone call away. Mr. Phillips said he would get us more money when we needed it. He also said you were going to pay us a wage as crewmen for taking care of the boat. We all want to thank you for that."
"Well, good, I am going back to the states tomorrow, but I will come down to visit soon. This place isn't that far and many of my friends may come and want to ride on the boat. Make sure you find a good captain." I hugged each of the ladies and left them. They were still waving at me as I turned up by the clubhouse to wave at them a last time. They had been through so much and were happy to just be free of their tormentor.
At the condo, the ladies were very attentive. I had to keep refusing drinks, but did have a couple glasses of delicious juice. When I went to bed, four ladies joined me, all trying to touch me. They were very soft and gentle. None touched me improperly, and two had their heads on my shoulders. I was amazed at how gently they treated me.
I was awake at near six my time, which was four their time. I drifted back to sleep for a while then woke at six local time. As soon as I was up, the four girls were all over me. I had to herd them out of the bathroom so I could take a shit. Too much togetherness.
As soon as the toilet flushed, four girls helped me into the shower and washed me thoroughly. Only one watched me shave and brush my teeth, but two more were in the bedroom to help me dress. As soon as I was dressed, I went downstairs and found a great breakfast of steak and eggs, with hash browns and toast. I would have to teach them how to make biscuits and gravy.
The doorbell rang while I was sitting back, drinking my coffee. I answered the door and saw Ben and Beth with overnight bags. Ben said, "We're going back with you. The office said one of the deals I've been working on is ready to produce some money. You'll be coming back soon, so make sure you invite us along."
I hugged the four girls and said I would be back soon. They were all smiling as I left.
The taxi took us to the airport. I put my bag and Ben's and Beth's bags into the Lear and had some conversations with the mechanics. They thanked me for my business, then I handed them the wad of Colons I had left and thanked them again. I left two happy mechanics with their mouths open.
After a thorough preflight inspection, I shut the door and spooled up the engines. It was good to be getting back in the air. I called the tower to open the international flight plan and was advised that all aircraft were being diverted from any Cuban air space. That would make the flight an hour longer, so I told my two passengers and set up the GPS to alert me for the turn back to Florida.
Four hours later, we were touching down at the airpark. Jimmy had promised me that a customs guy would be there so I didn't have to land in Miami or the Keys.
The guy looked at our passports and checked out the aircraft. He initialed the logbook and accepted a small tip from Ben for accommodating us.
Jimmy began looking at what the mechanics had done and was happy with the repairs. He told me, "We're making a premium on those couplings. Since we're selling everything as a set for both wings, we're getting top dollar. That Billy from the business park is one hell of a machinist. He's turning these things out by the bucket load."
I happily drove home, thinking about how the initial objective had been achieved, and that there had been an entire drama played out that netted me, or my holding company, a big boat. Now my objective was to see what was happening with my ladies, or was that my family?
First stop, the patio at the trailer park. Kathy told me, "Sue's in and out of here constantly trying to find out where those guys are. They rode a big storm out and are now on their way in. Your new boat has passed with flying colors. Steve said it handled great."
I said, "I want to get home and relax in the pool or hot tub. When you know when they will be here, call me. I want to go meet them."
Finally, I was home. It was Friday afternoon and that means the two girls were still at school, or in Tina's case, the hospital. I worked out in the gym and even spent a half-hour on the treadmill. Afterward, I swam like a madman, winding myself then doing it again. I felt great as I showered and washed off outside.
I opened a beer and looked through the freezer for something to eat. There were some steaks, so I was about to pull them out when the phone rang. It was Tina, "Come out to the patio for supper. They're having steak. Since a lot of people are gone, Tiny said they were not having a big Friday night party but would need your appetite."
I asked, "What about Lena?"
She said, "Lena and big Tina are already out here. Lena's getting kind of sweet on Ben. Since Ben and that scientist girl, Gerry, have become only buddies, Lena's all over Ben. I think he likes her too."
I smiled at how cool that was. Lena found someone to return all that love she had to give. I said, "I'll be out in a half hour."
In jeans and a T-shirt, I was on my way quickly. Traffic was heavy, but I still made it in time to have a drink, then a draft, before supper. The steaks were delicious and the company was great. I spent time talking to a lot of people I didn't hardly ever speak to. The new Moleson guy was very interesting as he had a lot of experience dealing with the military. He said, "Even though I was only a ground pounder, or what they used to call a "leg," I learned a lot in the service. Since I've been out, I've put it to use too."
We heard from the boat. Steve said they would be in early in the morning, so if we wanted to meet them come out about six or seven. That sounded good, so I told Lena, big Tina, and little Tina that I was headed home. Big Tina asked if she could ride with me, as Lena wanted to stay a while with Ben.
Little Tina was going home too, oh well, this one, big Tina obviously wanted some one on one with me.
At home, big Tina asked for a drink, but I said, "That is a no no in the house. When you are twenty-one, you can drink all you want. I do want you to know that you have to follow the rules of life here. That is just one of them, and I'm sure Lena has told you that."
Tina said, "Lena said she can have a beer out at the trailer park."
"She better not let me catch her drinking it. I've told her, 'no drinking.' I'm telling you now. 'No drinking.'"
She was going to protest again, when Tina said, "I wasn't twenty-one yet when I first moved in, and he made me live by the same rules. My mom and dad would let me drink at home, but Chuck asked me not to drink until I was of age. It didn't hurt me, and I think I even respect myself more for living by his rules."
Tina was a little flustered and went to bed. Tina gave me a hug and said, "I'm bleeding like a stuck hog right now. Would you prefer I stay in my room?"
"Not if you want to snuggle. I'd love to have you snuggle with me. Sex isn't what we sleep together for. It's the closeness."
We were asleep in minutes. About an hour later, a big young lady climbed under the covers and scooted back to me. She turned her head to me and kissed me. Big Tina said, "You're right, I was acting childish and that's even more reason I shouldn't drink. Night, Chuck."
I was smiling as I drifted off. The Tina hugging my back gave me a squeeze to let me know we had won.
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