Chapter 59

Amy and Andrea got a little apprehensive just about the time that Sheila, Candice and Alice lifted off. But then they were fine.

“How about some lunch?” John asked Cindy and Theresa.

“Hires a new cook and then gives her a two weeks paid vacation. I think we got shafted, Theresa.” Cindy chucked.

“I’ll say! Felt great too.” Theresa giggled.

“You know, your sense of humor gets more like John’s every day.” Cindy said.

“Why thank you. That’s very nice of you to say.” Theresa said.

“It wasn’t a compliment.” Cindy giggled.

“Just for that, I’ll remind you that it’s your turn. Come on John. You were going to tell me about them Pirates.” Theresa said.

“Well here I was, walking down the street minding my own business when this guy with an eye patch jumps out in front of me...” John began, taking Theresa’s arm.

Cindy looked after them and smiled. The two girls looked longing towards the receding couple and torn between them and helping Cindy.

“Go on. John does tell an interesting story, but his facts are much stranger than fiction.” Cindy giggled, shooing the girls out.

They giggled and kissed her, then ran after John and Theresa.

A little while later Cindy carried a tray of sandwiches and drinks into the Com room. John was lying on the triple chaise with Theresa by his side. The two girls sitting cross legged on the end, listening in rapt attention.

“ ... So I used the piece of broken glass to cut my way through the tent. Then I crept quietly down to the shoreline. There, I only found a dried out tree. I dragged it with all my strength into the mild surf and paddled my way out to sea ... Oh good, lunch.” John said.

“Has he been at that story all this time?” Cindy asked.

“Yup! You missed the parts about raping the camels and servicing the harems. He should be a writer.” Theresa chuckled.

“So you didn’t really do all that?” asked Amy, in disappointment.

“No dear, just a story I made up to save my butt when I came back from New York looking like a zombie and couldn’t make love.” John said, leaning to kiss her softly.

“Couldn’t make love? Try barely breathing!” Theresa chuckled.

“My cardio-vascular system was in fine shape.” John said.

“I’ll say, probably blew all kinds of crap out of the pipes.” Cindy chuckled.

“But I don’t understand. Why couldn’t you make love? What exactly happened to you in New York? I keep hearing things about it, but nobody’s ever told me what happened.” Andrea said.

“Oh not much.” John said.

“Where’s all that honesty you promised them. Andrea, you should be very proud of this man. Since last Saturday night, he’s made love over forty times. Forty-three by my count. And still managed to make you a woman yesterday.” Cindy said.

“Honestly?” Andrea asked.

“Honestly!” Cindy chuckled.

Andrea was beaming at Cindy. She hugged her round the waist. “You recognized me.” she giggled.

“Easier with just two of you here.” Cindy giggled, bending to kiss her.

“But who did he make all this love too?” Amy asked.

“We never met her. Just a girl in New York. But thirteen of those times were right here. To us.” Theresa said.

Amy and Andrea seemed thoughtful.

“That’s a lot more than”

“Nick ever did.”

“And he wasn’t near”

“as nice about it.” they said.

“Stereo.” said John, chuckling.

“Girls, Sheila and I were wondering ... Do you feel each other’s orgasms?” Cindy asked, out of the blue.

“Sometimes ... Not really feel them though. We just feel good.”

“But if we’re close enough.”

“We can sort of”

“feel them.” Andrea started and they both finished.

“Well, would you do me a favor?” Cindy asked.

“Sure!”

“Anything.” they replied.

“Well, if you feel like Alice is feeling something good, would you write down the time and day it is?” Cindy asked.

“Sure!”

“Be glad to!” they replied.

“What do you feel about her right now?” Theresa asked.

The girls closed their eyes, and then opened them and looked each other in the eye for a moment.

“She’s a little”

“nervous.” they said.

John looked at his watch and then over at a copy of Sheila’s flight plan lying on the counter.

“Just about to land at SFO.” he said.

“That would explain her nervousness, I guess. I’ve never flown.” Cindy said.

“It would. Even the most seasoned flyer gets a little nervous about the landings. Some don’t like the takeoffs either, but personally I find them exhilarating.” John said.

“I’d love to take a trip on an airplane.” Theresa said.

“Remember you said that when you’re flying all over the place for Second Skin.” John chuckled.

“You think I will? What for?” Theresa asked.

“Darling, Sheila’s not going to be doing all this by herself. You’ll be going out to oversee a new salon set up. Probably you into one town while Cindy goes to another and Sheila goes to yet another. And then for the shows, like fashion week in New York, you’ll probably all fly there. Me too likely.” John said.

“You just want to get back to that red headed tart.” Cindy giggled.

“She’s no more a tart than you are.” John said.

“Like I said.” Cindy said.

“What’s a tart?” Amy asked.

“Several things. One, it means something sort of sour, like lemonade. Two, it’s a small sweet pastry. And Three, it’s a slang term, or other name for a prostitute.” John said.

“What’s a prostitute?” Andrea asked.

“It’s a woman who sells sex for money.” Theresa said.

“You can get paid for it?” Amy asked.

“Well, sort of. But you can’t really choose who you want to do it with. Prostitutes usually do it initially cause they’re hungry. Then they get stuck doing it. It’s not generally a very good thing.” John said.

“I didn’t mean that she was a prostitute. I always thought the word meant, A woman of easy virtue.” Cindy said.