Chapter 23: At Cape Hatteras

I said, “Naughty, this was two nights ago?”

He said, “Yes.”

I thought, ‘How odd. Victoria had screamed my name as if I were there; Patty had sensed me watching across time and space two days ago? No, that couldn’t be. Maybe she was clairvoyant?’

I lay sideways, and Jenny stayed on top of me; I was still plugged into her. I was still hard. I felt rather than heard Jenny humming to herself.

I said, “Naughty, now am I hearing Jenny, or am I sensing her?”

He replied, “I hear nothing.”

I said, “You do not hear her humming?”

He said, “No, and she is not ‘sending’ either. If you hear her humming, if you hear her voice, you may be becoming telepathic.”

I said, “I think I need some aspirin.”

Jenny lay on top of me with her little quim gently communing with me while I heard her humming in her happiness. Her pussy was gently massaging me.

She conveyed, “I wish he knew how much I love him. He has saved me. He rescued me and took me in as his woman. He is special. I owe him everything. Then he brings Connie to join us. OooooH ... that’s so hot. Three of us.”

I sighed, “Yep. I’m telepathic, alright, or at least I could hear Jenny. I had not tried to talk to her the same way. I need to talk to Drozul first, but I know he’s up to his ass in alligators right now.”

Jenny started to cum. Neither of us was moving much, but she just started quivering down below, and I heard her quietly cum in her mind.

Jenny must be finished since she got up and used her mouth to clean me off. She never did that before! She went down below, presumably to clean up and pee. Women sure pee a lot.

We had a sandwich and some cheese puffs around four in the afternoon. I was pretty fucked out from a long day, so we made an early evening of it. The girls must have been pooped as they had slept in. The ocean was rough, probably because of our location below the Virginia Capes area. It gets rough there.

I was on my third cup of coffee the next morning before my women came topside.

I was studying the user manual for the boat. I had found a Kubota dealer in Fort Lauderdale. I was curious to know how old the engine oil was. It was likely over a year old, as William had been dead and in the ground for a while. The engine blocks were made by Kubota with Beta’s running gear and electric drive motor attached using a clutch.

Beta is a British diesel marine company. I marveled at the sophistication of the design. It uses a Kubota engine. Being my size, I would not even try to do the maintenance. I was used to types of diesel engines that are at least two stories high. They are mounted in a huge space of their own.

By eleven, we were working slowly through the chop into the Hatteras channel. It’s a good thing we were immune to seasickness. I had radioed ahead to let the marina know we were getting close.

When we got there, they had someone waiting to help us tie up. When we got tied up and checked in at Teach’s Lair Marina, it was after 2:30 in the afternoon, and we were starving. Our boat is so broad and long it makes the fishing boats look small.

We walked a block to a pub and enjoyed a late lunch. When we returned to the boat, I saw a fishing boat pull in. The girls left for the marina to do some shopping.

I watched as the fishing boat offloaded the fish they had caught and listened to the fishermen. They had a very successful half-day trip.

They have a mixed bag of fish, one marlin, and about a dozen mahi mahi of different sizes. The smallest fish was 16 pounds. They were so excited; it electrified me. I realized my senses opened me wide to their emotions. I managed to tamp that down.

The deckhands were cleaning the fish for the fishermen.

I entered the marina office and found an open spot on a boat for tomorrow morning; it had just opened up, and a guy from New Jersey had canceled. I decided the three of us needed a day in port. The ladies would want to shop more. I bought the last seat on the fishing boat.

The girls and I returned to the boat, and I told them we were staying here for a day. I was going fishing, and they may like to Uber north up the peninsula to do some shopping. They got excited about that idea.

I had to be dockside at 5:30 a.m. I told Naughty to wake me early.

I got up and had some cereal and a coffee. Jenny got up and made me a couple of sandwiches, including a bag of celery and carrots, which she cut up for me. She made a thermos of coffee to take, too. I had not thought about that. She had the stuff in a small carry-on bag. I got there in plenty of time.

By six, as the sun lightened the sky, we were moving away from the Brenda II’s slip. There was a lot of excitement onboard. There are five others aboard to fish today. I learned a lot by listening to the other five guys. I needed it. I had not gone deep-sea fishing before.

Brenda II was a small 47’ Hatteras-style fishing boat. The captain and two mates were experienced, and the other fishermen knew them well. The missing man was a buddy from the same New Jersey company. I heard it was a family emergency that made him skip this trip.

We worked our way out to sea for three hours before we slowed down. The crew began getting us set up to fish. We started out trolling for game fish. We trolled and trolled for a while without a hit. Eventually, the other guys got to grumbling and asked the captain to try for some mahi mahi for a while.

Being the new guy, I was at the tail end of the line regarding the fishing. Some ‘Code of the West’ or ‘the new guy’ thing. Notice to self, next time, charter a whole boat and bring my babes.

I had not even been on one of the fishing rods yet. The captain repositioned the boat. The hands started looking for seaweed or floating stuff. It seems floating patches of seaweed hide schools of small fish. The mahi mahi fish like to zip in and out underneath, grabbing a fishy snack here and there.

We found a significant section of floating seaweed. We began trolling around its edges. We avoided most of the seaweed, which could foul the baited lures we were dragging. We soon started catching mahi mahi. The guys from New Jersey called the mahi mahi a dolphin. These are fish, not the mammals of Flipper fame. After each had caught one, I got my turn.

Mahi mahi have a prominent dome-like forehead. It has a glorious iridescent yellow and green pattern on its back. That’s the color when you first pull it out of the water. I suspect that is a good camouflage.

After they die, they turn a drab color. Indeed, it is a beautiful fish. I knew from experience that they are very yummy when fresh. They fight like the Dicken’s, making catching them a real blast.

We each caught several. I had caught a 21-pounder and a 38-pounder. I did the math in my head; I’d paid a little over $5 a pound for the mahi mahi meat and had a long, fun day. It was very worthwhile.

When we returned, the boat was temporarily tied up near the fish cleaning area. That enabled the crew to unload the catch. The boat moved to leave the spot open for the next boat.

After moving the Brenda II back to her slip, the deckhands returned to help us with our fish. The two crewmen only took fifteen minutes to clean everyone’s fish. We had to tip them, of course.

I had several fillets wrapped in butcher paper and then bagged in plastic. I carried them to the Nauti Buoy. I’m glad we still needed grocery shopping. The freezer was almost empty, so there was plenty of room.

When the women got in, they were wiped out. The nearest good shopping for women was over 80 miles north. The only road is 35 - 45 miles an hour the entire way. Add stoplights for part of it, and it was a hard grind for them in both directions.

After eating, I attended a fashion show. The two girls had bought beachwear. They had Spicy, hot-looking bikinis and filmy little somethings I had no words for.

They threw the new stuff in the washer when they got home, so they were clean and suitable to wear right away. The Uber ride was expensive, but they got a female driver who had helped them shop. She knew the right places to go.

Early the next morning, the girls planned to go up the road a few miles to a Food Lion. The girls had found a restaurant just three blocks north, so we went there for breakfast. They called for another Uber. We got a guy this time. I was along this time to help tote things.

We spent a lot of time shopping for food. The boat’s pantry had been cleaned out.

The Nauti Buoy has four chest refrigerators. They can be switched to refrigerators or freezers. Each is independently controlled at the temperature you want. We had room for cold stuff if you’re careful.

Connie recommended we use Parmalat milk. It’s in a rectangular box that easily fits on a shelf and lasts for years before opening. It lasts longer in a refrigerator, too. She was very helpful in getting food for the rest of the trip.

This is where having no upper cabinets becomes tedious. The view is great, but it cuts down on storage. There are no upper cabinets because there are wall-to-wall windows all around. You have a choice between great views or great storage. Naughty has great views.

All the couches, stools, and the small island have removable cushions. Under the cushions is where a lot of the kitchen storage actually is. I had not paid much attention. I got my own coffee and sometimes cereal from a drawer.

After putting the food away and having lunch, I untied the Nauti Buoy. Connie took us out. Naughty really did the driving, but Connie was at the helm.

By noon, we were turned southwards and headed towards Fort Lauderdale. We had a light lunch of chicken pancit. It is similar to chicken fried rice, except the rice is replaced with thin rice noodles. Jenny fried the dish, so it was very tasty.

Drozul said, “The Entertainment rating was good for your women’s shopping trip. Your fishing trip was also a big hit. Homebound audience members really enjoyed you landing that bigger fish. Both outings are something the audience had never experienced before.”

I said, “That’s good. I forgot we were even filming. I was having a lot of fun.”

Drozul said, “Uh, we bought a property in Fort Lauderdale. It’s on a fourth acre, which is small for such an expensive neighborhood. It has a berth right on the canal. It sits in the southwest corner of an island. I have sent you a link.”

He continued, “It is, unfortunately, completely empty. You will need to shop for all new appliances, furnishings, and everything else. Take a look at it and tell me what you think.”

I called up the virtual screen and looked at the realtor’s website.

The property and house sit on a short peninsula with four other homes. Up and down the main canal are other finger peninsulas, much like the one this place sits on. There are many thousands of expensive homes with docks for their yachts. The base of the finger is where a small north-south goes by. It connects to larger east-west roads. These homes are really hidden away; they are obviously exclusive neighborhoods.

The property has no yard whatsoever. The front is a good-sized hunk of property. It has a large curved driveway with parking. All of it is paved. There is a garage for three vehicles. To the left, through a gate, is a lot of palm trees and bushes in pots. They bracket a walkway to the front door.