The Captain:
So beautiful, so wonderfully beautiful. And when she comes down, dressed and
groomed I must be careful to control myself. The last thing I want is to
frighten her away.
But, could I? She seemed so at ease, so content. Perhaps the situation here has
had her reconsidering her actions of last night. Certainly, she couldn't wish to
be in a better place. Can you think of a nicer atmosphere to wake up in? The
sounds of the sea breaking on the shore, the birds, the yachts in the distance
beyond the wonderful white sand. The chiffon curtains billowing into the room on
the breeze. The smell of the surf. I could stay here forever, easily. More
easily if I had someone like her to stay with, to play with.
From the way she looked at me, almost longingly, I could have sworn she had only
pleasant thoughts of me. This prize could really be a gift well worth the
unwrapping.
But why were there no questions? The room. The mirrors, the butt bench. She must
surely have wondered about them. By now she has been in the closet and seen the
Hellcats and crop hanging inside the door. She may even have found the "toys" in
the chest of drawers. How am I going to explain all of that? But if they had
worried her unduly, surely she would not have seemed so comfortable. Maybe, as
Sarah often says, I worry too much.
I poke my head in the bedroom door, "Jump in the Jacuzzi while you're there,
it'll make you feel nice. Hey what's your name? I don't even know your name.
Did you say Kathy... Kathy? Oh, Katherine...that's nice, a nice name.
Breakfast will be about 15 minutes, so take your time."
I was deliberately giving her plenty of time. If she did jump in the Jacuzzi and
put the jets on she would be ready for anything by the time she came down.
Pancakes just the way I like them, thin, lightly browned. Crispy bacon, bananas,
strawberries, freshly whipped cream, and that wonderful new maple syrup I had
found. The coffee smells delicious brewing away. All I have to do now is
squeeze the oranges. And, yes, some wine, a nice light white sparkling wine.
If it was evening we could have candles and create a really intimate atmosphere.
I know, I'll take it all upstairs and set it out on the balcony. It's such a
lovely morning. If only Sarah was here, she could help me. Never mind, this
effort is going to be repaid a thousand-fold. I can feel it in my bones. The
time is close to unwrapping my prize. A little chat and then...
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