Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Sun and Sea 02 A James Gang Story by Mike C Foreword This is my first attempt after almost six years to get back to writing fiction. I'm starting a new story with my favorite group of people: the James Gang. Let's see how it works out... For those who are unfamiliar with the James Gang, they are the characters introduced in the (as yet unfinished) novel, 'James'. The REAL purpose here of course is to get 'James' finished... although I sense it'll be a while before I can get the skills, and confidence I need to continue that story! Of course, feedback is welcome - but please keep it constructive. Address: mikec (at) nspace.net = = = = = "Where's ma woman?!" I called from the small cabin. "You bellowed, oh lord and master?" Sara came down the hatch and smiled warmly at me. "Heap big chief wants nookums from woman!" She gave me a kiss, "You'll be in heap big trouble if I can't get the injectors reassembled before you need to move out!" She glanced down at my morning erection, and gave THAT a kiss as well. "I'll put on the coffee and you go wash up. If you and the big boy is still interested after you pee, we'll do something about it!" She added a little pat that made the throbbing worse. "Damn, I want sex now." "You'll get your sex, but I don't want to get us all excited and then have to stop and wait for you to take a leak." "Darn, you know me so well." Sara smiled, "That's cos I love you so well." "Oh woman, come here!" I opened my arms and she flowed into them. I started kissing her and ran my hand down her back, "Oh wait, why're you wearing panties?" "The gate said Oddball had a 5 minute contact last night. So in case the 'razzi is out there, I didn't want to give them any shots of my heinie for the Eurotrash magazines - even if it means slowing you down by two seconds." After Sara's TV-show took off, she has had her share of attention from the papparazzi. American laws forbid it, but European publications have little respect for Sara's youthful status and would pay top dollars for any illicit pictures of her. 'Oddball' was our answer to the problem. It was devised to detect the reflection from a telephoto lens from up to 1/4 mile away, and to broadcast a warning - in our case to the guards at the gate of the marina. At times it would mis-trigger on water and sheet metal, but delaying the warning for a minute after sensing a target solved most of those problems. Sara had dubbed it 'Optics Detection and Differentiation' and the staff simply called it Oddball. "This is not going help your sex situation!" Sara laughed, and started wiggling her crotch on me. "OK, OK, help me up." I grumbled. The thought of having to clean up after trying to target a tiny marine potty while stuck at a 60-degree angle was not an appealing one. I guess it occurred to Sara as well, since she's had some prior experience in the department. "Wait, come on deck with me." Sara led the way up, checked around and waved me up. She had the big engine cover opened and, with a 45-footer docked between us and the shore, gave me enough of a screen that I could clamber, bare-assed, on to the aft transom and provide a high-nutrition drink seaward for the fish population. Sara was giggling with a hand covering her nose and mouth while listening on the cell-phone. "Just got 3 solid pings." Sara pointed to the flashing red light on the side of Oddball. "The gate'll send someone after them, but they're probably gone. We so have to get the next edition of Blik to see you mooning them!" "I hope they got a shot of the trajectory! It must've gone like fifteen feet!" "Well, there's no danger of a repeat performance now!" Sara pointed at my rapidly-deflating member and handed me a towel, "Here, cover yourself up, before you further tarnish my virginal reputation!" "Maybe not for long - aren't they talking about getting you a boyfriend this season?" There had been rumors that, to appeal to a wider audience, Stephanie Stark, Sara's character in the show will 'grow up' and get a romantic angle. "This week is just Meet-and-Greet, trying to convince people that 'Miami Blues' actually takes place in Miami. We'll know better after I get back to Hollywood and talk to the director and writers." She looked at me, "Do you have any comments to add?" "Nope - it's just show biz." "You better believe it!" She came up close and pulled my head down for a very long, very wet kiss. "I think you should stop before I show them what we do with virgins 'round here!" She pulled away, bright eyed and breathless, and we looked up at Oddball which was blipping like a metronome. "NOW they know who my real boyfriend is!" I was about to suggest another boyfriend-type activity that involved going below-decks for 10 or 15 minutes when the cell phone rang again. "Yo!" Sara answered after checking call-ID, "How's my babelicious?" She nodded at the rapid-fire soliloque over the line, then, "Yeah, yeah, OK, later then." "Amanda says Sherri's plane's landed, and they'll head out for lunch at Gary's. Which means we have 3 hours to get the engine put together... And you better check your toy - why didn't Oddball see the other 2 blips earlier?" "He only scans every 2 seconds!" I gestured at the modified type-II Navaid signal lamp sitting on the radar arch. "I can't change the basic sweep - plus the pulse rate will not support a faster scan." I took the cell phone from her and called Oddball. Oddball's brains was a Treo-800W PDA, which gave me in and out-dialing capabilities, plus full-time GPS time-signature and geo-positioning. An ESIR, or Eye-Safe Infra-Red laser, aimed a pulse at the area around us 400,000-times a second, and sensors measured any significant reflections. The ARM-processor in the Treo analyzed these echoes and called a warning and a location if a new echo remained stationary for more than a minute - which could mean a telephoto-lens aimed at us. I watched the information Oddball was texting me for a bit, "Yeah - maybe four more hits at first light this morning but they disappeared within a minute. I'll cut the delay down to half and go from there. They're really getting to know what Oddball can do!" "Yeah - how long did it take for them to come up with the tinfoil?" Early in the game someone taped a sheet of cooking-foil high on a tree trunk and had security chasing phantom lurkers for an afternoon. Which also meant two days teaching Oddball to be less gullible. "Still, it's made it hard for anyone to sneak up on us." Sara affirmed, "And that's is not a bad thing. It would seem you're almost ready to go with phase 2. Didn't UF deliver the Br2 tube?" "Yeah, it's ready to go - I just have to make a copy of the new firmware and fix the timing delay." Phase 2 was ODDD - 'Optics Detection, Differentiation and Deactivation'. For safety, our laser was one certified for use in aeriel mapping and land surveys, but once Oddball had a reliable 'fix', the ESIR pulse could then be channelled into a Bromine chamber, with a resulting flash that would confuse the focusing mechanism of a camera for up to a minute. "Why don't you fix the software - and get some pants on at the same time? I'll just be a few more minutes splicing the precipitator in the fuel line." I fired up the laptop, and started the coffee while I was waiting, then I began the transfer of the firmware to the 4GB T-Flash card, brushed my teeth, and threw on a pair of shorts and a shirt. By the time Oddball-2 had his new instructions, I was also handing Sara a cup of hot java. "Thank you sweetie, you've become so damned domesticated, it's scary!" Sara smiled, as she sipped her coffee. "Is phase 2 loaded?" "All we need to do is replace the Flash card and connect the Br2 tube." "Let me wash up and I'll call the gate about the change." The type II NavAid lamp is like a steroid-version of the cherry-flasher on a police car. Inside the large plexiglass globe is a high-reflectivity front-surface mirror which was turned by a motor one revolution every two seconds. A light-source, usually a mercury-vapor lamp, shines up from below and is reflected out by the mirror. I had replaced the mercury lamp with four High-intensity Xenon tubes which were fired exactly 400-thousand times a second. 20% of this light was directed up to the mirror but the remaining 80% was used to power the ESIR laser, focused to a narrow bar which was also bounced off the mirror. The result was an invisible laser beam 'hidden' in the regular light of the lamp. The TREO will watch for any possible threats - and in phase 2, in addition to the dialled warnings, a LCD light-shutter would channel the next flash into the Br2 chamber and send a camera-disrupting beam out. The quickness of the flashes meant that, even 1/4 mile away, the beam would have traveled less than an eighth an inch from the previous flash. The alignment of the Br2 tube took a bit of time, but by the time a sweet-smelling Sara came out of the shower, we were ready for the test. Sara grabbed her little SureShot and we got in the car. We drove through the gate and headed for the grove of trees where Oddball was first 'foiled' by our prankster. We knew Oddball had a clear view of the location, but hopefully Oddball-2 will do a lot better. "Damn, it's not working!" The picture on the digicam remained crystal clear even when I zoomed in on the boat. "Wait - the delay, remember?" "Oh yeah." I started counting, and at "Twenty-nine-thousand", the camera screen went completely white and I could not get it to snap a picture at all. Even after turning the camera off we could not get it to work immediately - the electronics seemed to remember an overload and stayed off to protect itself. Only after waiting about 20 seconds did the screen return to normal. "Well, that seems to be a pretty conclusive test!" We high-fived each other and gave each other a big kiss. "Let's do it again!" Again we got the white screen as long as the camera was aimed in the vicinity of the boat. And for 10 minutes we pranced around doing the 'Now you see me, now you don't' routine. "You know, I can change the algorithm to be less aggressive after the first flash - since the camera stayed dead for so long. And I bet a superzoom digi will get hit even harder!" "But you should cut the delay down to like 10 seconds or so..." "Yeah - I won't need to fire the Br2 for 15 seconds or so after the first shot, then we don't need to be as careful about the delay. I just have to put another counter in so that I'll wait for 2 or 3 'kill' shots before calling the gate. That's straightforward, and I can change it in 5 minutes... Man this is so great!" "I'm so glad for you honey," Sara laugh and hugged me, "The studio's ready to order 50 units once you start production, and I don't think it's any stretch to expect an annual sale of a couple of thousand... In fact," She smiled, "You should come out to LA and do your pitch!" She gave me a sidelong look, "I know of this real horny starlet who's got a place on Santa Monica, and rumor is that she's into all sorts of wild sex..." "Won't this same starlet have her Mom living with her?" "Well perhaps Mommy can be convinced to leave her precious offspring in the hands of a trustworthy boy whose reputation is above reproach!" "You sure she'll ever believe any of that about me?" "No," Sara laughed, "She probably already knows we're doing it - pretty hard to ignore since we've been living together these three months! But she knows how I feel about you - and she's grateful that you got me out of my shell." "It's not your shell I'm interested in getting you out of, honey!" "Well, let's pick up some groceries, and then... Oh, look..." She pointed at a growing cloud of dust, "That's Mandie!" Sara perched on her seat and started waving madly at Amanda's E-type Jaguar, which slewed to a stop next to us. "What the hell are you guys doing here? You run out of places to have sex?" "You're so disgusting Manda Chipsta!" Sara cried, "Watch it I don't wash your mouth out with soap!" "Hah! Your sluttiness is well known - in fact we were betting on which one of you was on top!" "That's it! I'm really gonna whip your ass this time!" Sara jumped out and started wrestling with a giggling Amanda. "My sweet, sweet faerie," I had climbed out of the car and now held Sherri's hands, "You're beautiful... But you've lost weight..." "Probably... I missed you, my master..." She slipped her arms around my waist and leaned up to kiss me. "I missed you SO much!" "Me too, you were gone a long time..." "I know..." We lost ourselves in another kiss. Sara was showing the camera to Amanda, "So, we sneak up on Sherri and a certain someone in a compromising position and I aim the camera at her lewdly exposed parts, then 'poof'! No picture! I can't even press the button!" "What are you two talking about?" Sherri said from inside my embrace. "We're just saying that a certain model of very questionable moral standards could be filmed in all sorts of embarrassing positions with this camera!" Amanda and Sara were doubled up in laughter. "I'm just too content and happy right now to get mad at either of you." Sherri said. "Even if we put the pictures on the Internet?" Amanda asked. "Hey little one," I said. "Me...?" Amanda flashed her baby blues at me. "You don't say 'Hi' anymore?" She walked up, "You were busy..." "Hello, my Mandie Chip." I stroked her hair, "I've missed you..." "I missed you too..." Amanda suddenly threw her arms around me, "I missed you so much, it hurts..." Sherri hugged us both. "We're with you now, and we love you..." Amanda sniffed, "If you make me cry, I'm so not talking to you!" "Do I get a kiss from you?" I asked. "I'm really gonna start crying..." "I'll take the chance..." An eternity later, we all had our arms around each other and Amanda was laughing, blinking at the pools of tears in her eyes. She turned and gave kisses to Sherri and Sara, "You're all meanies, but I love you anyway." Sherri leaned in and whispered, "Don't look now, but we have a big honking camera aimed at us!" "Where?" Amanda asked. "At your six o'clock." "He's filming my ASS?!!" "Don't turn around!" I said, "Stay in the huddle. Give me the cell." "What are you doing?" "Reprogramming Oddball." "Changing the delay?" "Yeah - to exactly 2 seconds. Just turn 'razzi-Rick so he's looking at Oddball. Three feet in Sara's direction..." "Hey, why do you guys keep aiming my ass at him?" "Babe, he's so mesmerised by your tushie he won't know we're moving!" Sherri giggled. "Yeah, take one for the team, sweetie!" Sara added. "I am so gonna pay you back, Miss Hollywood slut!" "I'm so looking forward to that!" Sara grinned. "OK, so it means that Oddball will sense him on this sweep... And if he's still got his camera up on the next one..." "Say cheese!" Sara suddenly unbent and snapped her Canon, and its flash, at the photographer. "What the... Hey what did you do to my camera?" "Shit, he's digging out a spare! OK scatter! Same cars, meet back at the boat!" We careened back to the marina and ran back to the boat, laughing giddily. "I bet he's still thinking Sara's flash zapped his camera!" "He won't for long if his second camera dies too!" "So, this is the 'Bashful Jester'?" Sherri asked. "Oh no!" Amanda cried, "You've done it! Now you get to be punished!" "What, this IS the boat isn't it?" "Yes, except we're not allowed to say the name..." Sara explained, then nodded in my direction, "HIS rule is that we can only call her 'BJ' - for the obvious reason." "And what is the punishment for this infraction, oh Supreme Master?" Sherri smiled in my direction, adding, "As if I can't guess!" "I hope you brought something soft to kneel on!" Amanda laughed. "I was planning it anyway! I just thought it could wait until we were below deck." Smiling beautifically Sherri reached for my shorts. "Arrggh! You've become a worse slut than Sara here!" "Hey, stop slandering me! I've never even been CLOSE to her league. FIVE times in an hour! A record that'll probably never be broken!" Sara laughed, then turned to me and smiled, also quite beautifically, "But I HAVE been making progress, haven't I?" "Oh, wait," Sherri stopped in mid-reach, "I have something for you guys!" "Oh, me too!" Amanda joined her and ran back down the dock. "Sorry honey!" Laughed Sara, as she too ran off with them. And, just like that, I was abandoned. "You seem to have your hands full there!" Said the man who the girls had just stampeded by. "Oh, hi Marsh. Just some friends who're visiting!" Marshall was the owner of the largest marina in North Day, and was kind enough to give us a berth in the exclusive and gated "Millionaire's Row". In return, we agreed to let him give sneak previews of the latest, still-under-wraps, model of Regan's revolutionary Sabre-class high-performance cruiser. "Sounds like you had a busy day so far! I hear Oddball was a great success!" "Seems to work somewhat as expected, but there are some adjustments to be made, of course." "Of course... You'll never stop 'adjusting', as you call it!" He laughed. "Just send me the first 10 units!" "Look, Mandie got us Cow-chips!" The girls had returned and Sara showed me one of the packages they were carrying. "Cow chips?" At Marsh incredulous look, they told him about the Pride of Palatka. "Try one." Sherri handed an open bag to him. "Yeah, sure is good!" He munched, "Gotta get some for the bar - 'Cow-chips' eh? - they'll love it: they'll eat more and they'll drink more!" "I knew I should have negotiated an exclusive distributorship!" Amanda lamented. "No worries, lass, just come down to the Grill Restaurant and your meal is on the house! In fact, you should all come down, my treat!" Then, aside, "I tripled my staff for Spring Break, and I don't want to have to lay them off a month later!" "Yeah, we were surprised how quiet Daytona could get!" "The real reason I came over is that I have a buddy coming in from Turtle Cay. He's looking to add a line of small cruisers to his sail-your-vacation fleet. You think the Sabre-25 will work for that?" "Of course! This is a natural!" Sara enthused, "Show him the big stand-up cabin, then tell him it's 46 miles to the gallon, tops out over 50 knots, easy to maintain and lo-jack equipped." "Do you think you can give him the spiel? He'll be real impressed - not just a big-time star, but the 'Sa' in 'Sabre' as well!" "Can't, sorry." Sara shook her head, "Gotta be in Miami tonight - big celebration planned for getting optioned for a second-season." "Damn, I was hoping to take you guys to dinner tonight!" "I wouldn't change my plans if I were you," Sara laughed, "Don't mistake these two model-types for some lightweights. In fact..." Sara led the way to the stern of the boat, "See that?" She pointed to the name, "BASH is an acronym of the people who designed this boat. Now, not only can your buddy meet the original Jester, he can talk to the 'A' and 'SH' as well!" "Well hot diggity, wait till I tell him! So, we'll see you tonight?" We settled on the arrangements and Marshall went off in excitement as we loaded Amanda's goodies on the boat. "And I have something for you!" Sherri pulled out T's from her backpack. "Mr Ralph gave me a rainbow collection when I signed on," she handed them out, "One Pink Pony Polo for my sexy sweetie and another for my slutty one!" "Heh, she called you slutty!" "How do you know she means me? You're the slut!" "Maybe she means that both of you are her sweeties," I said, "and..." "We're both her sluts?" "OK - works for me!" "Actually, what's the difference?" "Not much," Sherri agreed. "For you..." She placed a half-size version of the mallet used in the Polo ads in my hand, "In case we're bad, and you don't have a hairbrush handy..." "Good heft..." I took a couple of swings, "Nice reach too!" I started eyeing their backsides. "Hey, talking about punishments, you know, back there, Sara said the no-no name too!" "What name?" Sara asked. "Y'know: B-A-S-H and J-E-S-T-E-R too!" "That's not the full name, just half." Sara conceded. "How do you give half a blow-job?" Sherri asked. "You don't swallow?" Amanda said. "No, you don't put it in your mouth!" They started laughing "How 'bout you don't touch it at all?" "Or you don't enjoy it." Sherri said. They stopped laughing and stared at her, "You mean you ENJOY it?" "Well, don't you?" "I suppose..." Amanda mulled, "It has a certain... er, nauseating quality to it!" "Yeah, for that stuck-in-the-throat, can't-spit-it-out kind of enjoyment." "Or... or maybe like a week-old piece of KFC kind of enjoy." They were chortling and wheezing. "Hmm, yeah, cold, greasy and soggy..." Sherri smiled tenderly at me, and took my hand, "But still finger-licking-good!" "Ladies, you coming?" She ushered Amanda and Sara down the hatchway, "Guiness records, here we come!" = = = = = (C) Copyright 2001-2008. MikeC. All Rights Reserved. All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden. 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