Chapter 20: Being Under Sail

I said, “No, I NEED feedback from Connie. I need a thinking woman whispering in my ear. Otherwise, I may stick out like a sore thumb. Connie can act as my confidant and conscience. This will help me keep my feet flat on the ground. You seem to push me sometimes to do things I would not normally do, things like killing that rapist thug.”

I said, “Hell no. It was much less disturbing than the times I have shot a deer or rabbit. I don’t know if that should bug me or not. So, no, this is the first time I’ve even thought of it since then. You guys managed to convince me he was the ultimate evil man and needed killing.”

Drozul said, “Anything else you would like modified on Connie?”

I said, “Just one thing, spend the next week dropping two pounds a day and create firmer boobs on her. They are already a very nice size. Firmer would be better, maybe a mid-20s appearance all over?”

He said, “Ha, I knew you would do some more; you’re just being sneaky about it. It saves a lot of talking; She will think it’s natural since you’re having us go slow on Connie’s changes. You do remember she will now be long-lived, much like you. When we see you next, we will get her on my ship and finish her physical improvements. There, we can make her almost immortal like you are.”

I said, “Good, this gives us a honeymoon phase. If I think she’s “The One,” then we will finish her improvements, just no concubine-ing of her mind, understood?”

He said, “Yes, we get it. Do you realize you have just doubled our audience size? I had not noticed, but Jenny’s natural personality did not do well with many female viewers. She acts too much like a submissive concubine, even though she has most of her own self inside her mind.”

“We think she is submissive naturally because she has been timid and a wounded duck her whole life. That’s imprinted on her. As I was saying, the galaxy has many concubines; there was nothing new for the female audience to watch. Connie is different.”

He said, “We see a good uptick in viewership already with Connie. She may end up with her own Entertainment channel. Men will watch you and drool over her. Women will watch her. We are certain we will become this galaxy’s most popular Entertainment organization.”

Drozul said, “Tom, anything you want now, anything, you can get it, buddy. Our budget is huge now. I have even received permission to do more here on your Earth. The normal limits imposed on us have been removed because of our business popularity.”

“I can do anything as long as my ship stays stealthy. It’s safer with us here, parked in your desert. In-the-air flying can be dangerous. In near space, there are many working satellites above watching for us and others like us.”

I said, “How is my RV? I have not given it much thought lately.”

He said, “We pulled it inside the hanger and had all signs of its being out there removed.”

Drozul said, “You said we should fix Connie’s hair as a true blonde. What shade were you thinking of.”

I said, “I think I asked for a natural shade of light blonde.”

He said, “Yes, that’s true, so we went to the Internet to research what that is. All we saw were from hair dye companies, and the variation was unbelievable. There were redheads, platinums, and many versions of yellow. Ones like light champagne, beige, and dirty blonde. The number of shades of blonde is endless.”

He continued, We propose we put it on your laptop, “Sailboat,” and you choose the exact one you want. We have a gay Heillizdt crew member who helps us with clothing design. He is about to have a nervous breakdown. He can’t make a recommendation to save his life. There are hundreds and hundreds of shades of blonde.”

He said, “When I told Ships beings to send the order to make her blonde, they asked me what color of blonde. By the way, I think Sailboat is a dumb name. Why did you not use Nauty Buoy? The sailboat already had a name. “Boat” would be good as it goes with the short name premise used with Truck and House; both have a single syllable.”

“I said, OK, you’re babbling. Are you trying to give me a headache? Give Connie a bright, golden blonde color. She can be a cheerleader type. I’ll get her a little cheer outfit later. You’re right about the name, though. In deference to William, Connie’s father, and the sailboat’s given name. Let us consider “Naughty” as the boat’s name, a short version of “Nauti Buoy.” Do you agree, Sailboat?”

Sailboat said, “Yes, Tom, “Naughty” is fine. I had no issue with Sailboat. This must be a viewer issue.”

Drozul said, “Yes, it is.”

I heard dishes being moved and looked over at my two topless babes in wonder. The skirts are thin and do not hide their shapely hips. I often saw the flash of their thighs. They both have outstanding breasts of different sizes and shapes. I am in awe of their beauty. They are nothing alike, but both are jewels to look at and to be with.

Drozul said, “He-he-he, they are something, aren’t they? Even someone that looks alien to my eyes, they are very delightful to see or gaze upon.”

I walked a couple of feet to the inside table on the port side. I sat on one of the two stools. I don’t like being on the inside of a booth table. I feel hemmed in because of my size.

The women both started to bring things to the table slowly and then moved suggestively. As they went by, they leaned over me to place the things on the table. They accidentally trailed their breasts against my shoulders or face. Ya, right, an accident. They brought more things over from the island where they had prepositioned stuff. I tried to capture their nipples several times as they went by me. They were too quick for me. A game?

They giggle often and jump away when I reach for them. All three of us were laughing like happy children as they toyed with me, and I played along with their fun.

I had watched to see what they were making. They, or Jenny rather, had made a chicken stir fry. Connie had helped. They had nuked some frozen egg rolls and made a quick white rice to go with them. Of course, they had picked soy sauce to flavor it. Ahh, the stir fry has many bamboo shoots and chestnut slices. There were lots of garlic and sesame seeds. It’s yummy.

Jenny also plunked a beer in front of me. It was a Heineken. The only way they knew one of my favorite beers was that Jenny had gotten the answer from Drozul.

I began to wonder how much Connie knew at this point. It appeared that Jenny had done a lot of confiding in or with Connie. They were now as close as two peas in a pod. In little more than a day, they had become very close. Exo’s?

That meant that Connie was one of us already!

There was no going back now. It’s not as if I wanted to. Jenny is always honest and open, and obviously, she loves me. Connie is my gentrified lady friend. She is more worldly and almost old enough to be Jenny’s mother. They developed an interesting sisterly yet mother-daughter relationship.

The view was fantastic, and the food was superb. I could understand Jenny being into oriental food. This is more of a Chinese-style stir fry than Filipino. They may have worked together to make this.

When we finished eating, I took the almost empty beer and moved to the couch. I was near the communications desk and the laptop. The girls rinsed the dishes and put them into the dishwasher. They joined me with their wine coolers.

I sat with a girl on each side of me. We just chatted about nothing in particular. The girls decided we should turn in early.

I made love with them only once, as we wanted to leave early in the morning.

When we woke up, we were very excited to be leaving today.

We each had a long shower because we were still getting water from the pier.

I had my coffee while watching the girls make breakfast in shorts. Each movement caused an immediate shake of a titty. Connie’s more so than Jenny’s.

Having Connie here was an intelligent idea, as she was familiar with everything in the galley. They quickly cooked up some pancakes. I had not had pancakes in a long time. They sliced bananas and strawberries, and also had blueberries on top.

I enjoyed a second cup of coffee as we discussed getting underway.

I said, “Connie, I have made a change to the boat. See that laptop over there? (Pointed) It is connected to all the computers and systems on Nauti Buoy. All functions are tied to it. The helm is controllable by addressing the laptop as “Naughty,” like this.”

I said, “Naughty, start the port diesel engine and let it warm up.”

I heard the port fans kick in for 15 seconds, and then the engine started up.

I said, “Naughty, start the starboard diesel engine and let it warm up.”

I heard its fans kick in, and then it started up.

I said, “Naughty, secure engines.”

“Securing.”

She said, “Wow, how does it do all that?”

I said, “I have a friend who is an engineer who builds control systems. I installed a black box under the nav table and plugged it into the sailboat. It’s wifi connected to the laptop.”

She said, “That’s a great modification. Does it answer helm commands and speed changes, too?”

“I said, “That and much more. Naughty, display virtual screens.”

A big screen appeared above the communication table.

Connie burst out, “Jesus! Controls, Radar, plot, fathometer, everything you want or need is displayed. I can see it and read it halfway across the room.”

“I said, “Did you notice our path is already plotted?”

She said, “So, that’s what you did yesterday?”

I said, “I connected it up. Naughty did our course plot. I told it where we were headed. I will show you some other things I added when we are underway.”

“Connie, do you want to supervise us the first time we get underway? After all, you know your boat’s routine better than Jenny or I do? We have not done this yet on Naughty.”

She did want to do it. She had me disconnect the water and power. Naughty had quietly disconnected the breaker for the shore power. It did this before I messed with the shore power cables. I put the hoses and electrical cables away. One hose was for the sewer.

Connie had me take the forward line and spring line off. She used the bow thruster to hold us gently to the pier. Then I took off the aft spring line. I waited until she told me to remove the after-standing line, the last one to remove. Jenny pulled the lines aboard for me. I climbed aboard as we started moving.

Connie was at the helm, not being used to Naughty’s driving yet. She manually showed us the things she would do from there. I asked if I could take over, and Connie said, “Go ahead.”

I said, “Naughty, I have the helm. Follow the plotted course at five knots. Watch for other traffic, and avoid contact with ships, pilings, and obstructions, too.”

Naughty said aloud, “Aye, five knots, and watch.”

I told Connie and Jenny, “Naughty has it. We can sit here and watch with Naughty handling the helm. She has more eyes than we do. Naughty, show masthead cameras. Now zoom in the starboard camera at that motorboat coming by.”

A different screen had popped up with a split between cameras. Naughty zoomed in as asked. We could see two women in one-piece swimsuits lounging on the stern.

I said, “Naughty, zoom in on the woman in green. Zoom in more.”

We had a giant blow-up of the woman showing most of her tits. Her suit was damp and somewhat translucent. Her areolas and nipples were prominently displayed under the thin green material. Her closed legs hid her vulva, but I think we could have seen a serious camel toe if she opened her legs.

It was too early to raise the sails as the wind had not picked up yet. We moved out strictly under electrical motors. No use wasting diesel fuel.

When we passed the last buoy, I had Naughty take us up to eight knots. It was more maneuverable now but slower than the breakwater chop would allow. Naughty stuck to the plotted course as we continued. I got a third cup of coffee. I noticed I no longer get that edgy feeling when I drink more coffee. I also noticed I did not get a buzz from a beer or three.

I looked at the plot, which showed our plotted course line in blue.

It showed dotted white lines where the cargo ships or boats were headed. Solid fat lines came out from each of their bows, indicating their current course. The length of the line gave you an idea of their relative speed.

Naughty showed two wiggles where it would maneuver, so we did not get close to anyone. Hovering over a ship’s icon popped up a description box.