Chapter 9

By the time Eddie and Felice descended the stairs, everyone was in the living room once more. When they entered, Grady and Angel asked all the women to go to the theater room, leaving Eddie and Al alone in the living room.

“So, what do you reckon all that’s for? I figure they’re going to give us each one of those little plastic trophies you can buy at the dollar store. They’ll make some stupid-assed speech, which will embarrass us and then send us on our way, though maybe they’ll feed us something, so we don’t pass out from lack of energy.” Eddie surmised wryly.

“I have no idea, but I think we’re going to get a good meal as a sendoff. I think I saw some thick steaks in the fridge. Of course, that could be for only them. Personally, I’m pretty sure they’ll be decent about it. After all, we gave them a hell of a thirty-six-hour orgy.” Al supposed.

“Well, whatever it is, I’ll be damned glad to get back to the ship. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy this, but it was very taxing on me. I had to change gears so many times, to cater to their individual desires. I’m not used to that. I’m a ‘one woman at a time’ guy, which means I’m not a serial screwer.” Eddie chuckled.

“I kind of enjoyed the variety, but I need to ask you a couple questions, once we’re away from here. It’s not of earth-shattering importance, but my interest was piqued a couple times.” Al submitted.

Further conversation was put on hold due to the women filing back into the living room. Eddie and Al waited for one of them to say something. As was expected, Angel was their spokesperson.

“So, you lovely Yanks, we’ve nearly come to the end of our little party. If Edward were here, we’d shower him with kisses and many thanks. You can tell him, chief, that everything he told us about you was true, and we appreciate Al being your compatriot. He was memorable also. Eddie, you are not only a great lover, but you are a gentle, sympathetic man who took the time with each of us and worked out our individual kinks. You two sailors have given us renewed hope that there are fine men out there. We just have to be patient and willing to hunt for them. You have set the standard high, but we’ve decided we won’t accept just anyone as our future paramours. We would be the happiest women in all of New Zealand to find lovers, and even mates who were anywhere near as good as you...”

“Sorry to interrupt, Angel, but you’re spreading it a bit thick. Al and I appreciate your appreciation, but we want our heads to fit through your doorway when we leave. We enjoyed it too, though it was a bit unconventional for us.” Eddie interjected.

“To continue, we wanted to tell you all this and add that we will sing your praises to anyone willing to listen, though your names will not be mentioned, for obvious reasons. Now, before you escape back to the security of your ship, we’d ask you if you would like to have dinner with us. We have what we believe is a staple of your American diet. We have steaks, potatoes for baking, and veggies to make a salad. Our problem is we aren’t too familiar with using a BBQ, which Grady’s grandmother has on her rear deck. Would you two gentlemen be willing to cook the steaks for all of us?”

Eddie and Al looked at each other and said:

“We’d be delighted, ladies. Shall we get started?”

Everyone trooped into the kitchen and began pulling out the makings for dinner. The steaks were great looking, as New Zealand and Australia are both noted for their cattle stations. Grady took both men out to the deck to show them what was available. Eddie had always been a charcoal briquet fan, and Al was used to a gas grill, which they found this one to be, so Eddie gave Al the lead in getting the grill ready for the steaks. Eddie returned inside to begin getting the steaks seasoned and ready for the grill. The meal was a lively affair with the women stumbling over each other in their efforts to cater to the two sailors needs, besides the steaks. A lot of touching went on and despite the exertions of the last thirty-plus hours, both men were tumescent. Once everyone was sated, foodwise, and the meal cleaned up, everyone returned to the living room. This was merely a small bit of conversation before Eddie and Al took their leave. Individually, the women profusely thanked the Yanks for their efforts and kissed rained freely. Finally, Eddie stated it was time to leave. Felice called a cab and as they waited, there were a few tears shed by the women. As the chiefs drove away in the cab, they saw all six women on the curb waving at them. When they got to the pier, though each was tired, they had a spring in their step as they mounted the brow and went to the chief’s mess. Knowing their fellow chiefs would not understand what they had experienced, they kept their momentous adventure to themselves.