Chapter 41: Provisioning the Friedlich

Seven o’clock came early, but I was up, showered, dressed, and in the dining room on time. After a quick cup of coffee and a local pastry, Archara, Samantha, and I walked down the pier to the marina. There, parked in front of the marina were two vehicles, an ancient half-ton small pickup and an old battered automobile. The driver in the pickup introduced himself as Marcel and the two boys in the automobile as his sons. He was pleased when he learned that Archara could speak French and began chattering away.

Archara climbed in the pickup with Marcel and the younger son, while Samantha and I got in the car with the older son and away we went to meet the rest of Marcel’s family.

We bypassed the grocery stores near the marina and drove to the edge of the Free Trade Zone, finally stopping at a large, rundown, warehouse. It belonged to a cousin who was no longer popular with the family, but Marcel explained he had the largest selection of drinks and the lowest prices in the area. There we loaded up on cases of bottled water, soft drinks, tonic and other mixers, and beer. When Archara went to look at the wines, Marcel discreetly shook his head.

“There are better sources for those, Madam,” he whispered to her.

Next we visited a bakery (Uncle) and loaded up on a large assortment of fresh baked breads, and then we visited a butcher shop (another Uncle) where we loaded up some choice selections of beef, pork, lamb, and some small fowls that looked like quail to me. Whatever they were, Archara seemed pleased to get them. Archara also bought some local goat cheese.

Our next stop was a wine and liquor store in a somewhat shady looking area on the edge of what we would call the inner city in America. The oldest son suggested that we stay outside and guard the supplies while Archara and Sarah went inside with Marcel.

“Is it safe for them to go in there with him?” Samantha asked me.

“Oui, Mademoiselle. They are probably safer than we are,” the older son told her. Samantha looked around nervously with her hand in her bag.

Finally, Marcel took us to meet his mother, his wife, and several others family members at a huge produce stand where we loaded up from a large selection of fresh local fruits and vegetables, along with a large selection of fresh fish and seafood.

Our last stop was the grocery store near the marina (no relations there) where we picked up our processed foods such as milk, cheese, and flour tortillas, as well as most of the canned foods we might need.

When we returned to the docks, the two boys disappeared into the marina and returned with two more teen boys, three of the boys were pulling carts and the older son had a rickety hand truck. He quickly started loading the case drinks while the other boys loaded the groceries into their carts.

Archara led the short parade back to the Friedlich, where we started loading them onboard. She pulled me aside and handed me two thousand Turkish Lira (about $100 USD) and instructed me to give it to Marcel with our thanks. So Samantha and I returned to the vehicles and gathered up the last of our purchases and after thanking Marcel and handing him the money, we returned to the Friedlich and prepared to shove off.

“Alfred had me do it this time,” Archara said to me. “But you will need to familiarize yourself with the various local currencies for the ports you will visit and be prepared with enough currency on hand. We could have possibly used Euros here, but we probably got much better prices using the Turkish Lira.”

Craig, Maria, and Danièle had arrived and after introductions, the ladies began helping to stow the provisions, while Admiral Craig and I went to the bridge to greet Captain Alfred. He reviewed the controls with us and then he and Craig went to cast off the lines.

“Amazing!” I thought. “I have an Admiral and a Captain casting off lines for me!”

Using the side thrusters, I gently eased the yacht away from the pier. I had just engaged the port engine and was slowly pulling away from the dock when the glass on the port side of the wheelhouse shattered and I felt something rip through the fleshy part of my upper left arm. Admiral Craig, who had just walked up beside me, immediately dropped to the deck.

I instantly became mad and traced the bullet’s trajectory back to the roof of a building some 400 yards away. There, kneeling and sighting through his sniper scope was a man dressed in dark overalls. I zapped both the man and the rifle and wasn’t too gentle about it. I had no idea if he was alive, but at the moment, I didn’t care.

Captain Alfred quickly brought the yacht back alongside the pier as Samantha knelt to check on Admiral Craig. I picked up my satellite phone and punched the number one. When Reggie answered, I told him where we were and what had happened.

“Are you hurt?” he asked.

“Uh ... I think I may have been shot,” I said as I looked down at the blood running down my left arm. My head began to swim and I became a little dizzy.

Samantha grabbed the phone as I slid to the deck and told Reggie that Admiral Craig and I had both been shot, but it didn’t appear life threatening.

“The Admiral has a flesh wound, mostly a large gash below the ribcage. It’s not deep, but it’s bleeding. Alex has a hole through the fleshy part of his left forearm. I’m trying to stop the bleeding, but it doesn’t appear to be anything too serious,” she reported.

“And the sniper?” Reggie asked.

“Got him!” I told her. “On a rooftop, about 400 yards in a line with the third flagpole at the marina.”

“Got it!” Reggie said as he began shouting orders. “I’ve called the authorities and an ambulance.”

“No need. I can handle this,” I told him. “Let’s see if we can keep this low key,” I told him.

“Okay. Don’t heal anyone until after the paramedics leave. I’ll get word to our team concerning the sniper. Don’t do anything stupid while they are there.”

They moved Craig and me to the sofas on the bridge deck and Samantha administered first aid. My wound stung like the dickins but I could feel my injury already beginning to heal and asked Sarah for a glass of juice. Maria and Archara were hovering over Craig, but even without my assistance, I could see that his wound would be better in a couple of days.

Then began the ordeal with the authorities. First the paramedics examined our wounds and wrapped them up and gave us shots of penicillin. When we refused to go to the hospital, the police then began their questioning. Captain Alfred explained that he and Admiral Craig were both active French Naval officers on holiday to reposition a new yacht and had no idea who would be shooting at them. They regarded my injury as incidental, completely dismissing me as a target. We did not clarify their mistake.

I also did not bother to tell them where I thought the gunman was, so they started their own search. Later I learned that they decided he must have gotten away because they found nothing except an empty shell casing on the roof of a building near the marina.

“I told our team to leave it,” Reggie told us later. “The sniper was dead and our team removed the weapon and the shooter. We are currently trying to identify the body.”

It was after three o’clock before the authorities allowed us to get under way. The glass window had been replaced by the shipyard before lunch and Alexey himself had come over to check on us. Although I really think he was checking on the damage to his newest yacht.

By four, we were out to sea and Craig was completely healed. I was getting close but needed more energy, so I was sent to my cabin to rest. Samantha decided to accompany me.

“Can you tell me what just happened?” Samantha asked as she lay beside me on my berth in the crew quarters.

“What do you mean?” I asked, stalling.

“How did you know where the sniper was? And how did you kill him?” she asked.

“The path of the bullet through the atmosphere leaves a wrinkle, if you will, in the air. I simply followed it with my mind, backwards until I came to the gunman. Then I fried all the mechanics in the rifle and by extension, the man,” I explained. “However, you cannot discuss that with anyone except Reggie or Roland. And your sister, of course.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” she said.

“That makes two of us,” I quipped.

“But ... how?” she asked. “How can you do this ... this whatever it is?”

“I don’t know. It’s the same with the healing or the bright shining lights. I don’t know how it works, I just do it and it does,” I explained. I immediately realized that I should not have mentioned the bright shining lights.

“Can you show me the bright shining lights?” she asked coyly.

“I’m afraid I don’t feel very passionate right this moment,” I replied.

“Would this help?” she asked as she sat up and pulled her top off, exposing her bra covered breasts.

“Holy Shit!” I exclaimed. Right at that exact moment, I realized that I was a complete dumbass. I had been around Samantha for more than ten days and not once had I ever considered her considerable charms!

Then reaching both hands behind her back, she unsnapped her bra. I watched in fascination as the small straps slid down her shoulders and the cups slowly peeled away from her magnificent mammeries. They were the most perfect breasts I had ever seen! Granted I had only seen my first pair just a few months ago.

I stared at her as she knelt there on the berth beside me, drawing herself more erect so that her breasts stood out proudly. They were perfectly symmetrical and fit her frame precisely. Some girls have breasts too small for their frame and others have breasts that are too large for their frame. But Samantha’s were ideal for her frame. They were round and stood proudly on her chest with medium sized areolas and nipples that pointed to the sun. About a fingers width separated the globes on her chest, creating some stimulating cleavage, and they didn’t seem to disappear into her armpits.

“Oh no!” I thought. “What if they’re fake?” But the thought died before I could even complete it as she moved and they wobbled enticingly.

“Well?” she asked sexily.

“C’mere,” I said as I pulled her down on me and kissed her with all my new-found passion. I guess it was because I had been so wrapped up in myself and my problems, and then wrapped up in Jeanne’s visit, that I had just not taken the time to look at her seriously. What a fool!

I paused long enough to rip my T-shirt over my head and then pulled her close again. I loved the feel of her warm breasts mashed against my bare chest and those now hard nipples scrapping against my skin. As we continued to kiss, I opened my eyes and glanced at the mirror across the way. Then tapping her on her shoulder, I nodded my head that way so she could actually see the bright shining light reflected in the mirror.

She stopped kissing me and sat up, looking at the mirror, but the bright shining light quickly faded away.

“Wow!” she exclaimed. “If I hadn’t seen it, I wouldn’t have believed it!” Then she turned her hungry eyes on me and I recognized that look. It was pure lust!

I stood and shucked my pants and underwear and then knelt beside the berth and began skimming her slacks and panties down her legs. Pausing to let my eyes roam over her entire body, I decided that I really was stupid to have ignored such a beautiful creature for so long.

Bowing my head I kissed my way up her neck to nibble on her earlobe. Then down her chin to those luscious lips. Staying only a moment, I moved to the breast nearest me and sucked on her nipple as I squeezed her breast gently with both hands. Then it was on to her belly button before finally sliding my tongue down her wet gash. I didn’t spend too long there, because Samantha had me excited out of my gord. I climbed on the bunk and slipped my engorged cock into her steamy tunnel in one smooth stroke.

Uhggg ... ugh!” she breathed out. I immediately froze.

“Sorry,” she said between breaths. “It’s just been a while since I’ve had something that size in there.”

“Take your time,” I told her. “I’m not going anywhere. You are too sexy for me to leave right now.”

I bent my head and renewed my fascination with her perfect breasts as my tongue and lips worshipped her perfection. Soon, I felt her began to move beneath me and before long, we were dancing the horizontal dance of love.

She began a small shiver a few moments later so I slowed down. But her hips kept moving and her hands pulled at me so I started pounding her pussy again. This time, she didn’t just shiver when she came, she exploded! A massive toe-curling, screaming explosion. And then she was still.

Just as I was about to cum, I had a nasty thought. It was so nasty that I doubt any guy has ever thought it before. I wondered if her twin sister’s body looked like hers. After all, they looked identical when they were clothed.

I immediately started berating myself for being so depraved as to think of one girl while making love to another. And especially since it was her sister. I’m sure I was the only bastard in the world who would think such sick thoughts. I felt so bad, I was no longer in danger of cumming, but not too bad because I remained as hard as a steel rod as I continued to slide in and out of her pussy.

She pushed against my chest crying “Enough! Give me a moment! My poor pussy has never been fucked like that before!”

I rolled off of her to catch my breath. She was breathing hard as well.

“You didn’t cum?” she finally asked.

“Not important,” I replied. “How do you feel?”

“Like I just fucked the whole basketball team,” she replied. “My pussy is deliriously happy, but I’m gonna be sore tomorrow.”

“Would you like me to heal it?” I asked.

“You can do that?” she asked.

“It’s probably easier than a pair of gunshot wounds,” I told her.

“Oh ... yeah, I suppose it would be,” she said. “Sure. Go ahead. How do you want me?”

“I want to put my cock back in your pussy, but I don’t think that’s the best way to heal it, right now.”

“Why don’t you do it the way you did Cynthiana’s heart and Craig’s wound,” she suggested. “We can work on figuring out how to heal with that monster later.”

So I placed my hands over her pussy and the amber glow turned to silvery/white in a few seconds.

“That’s it?” she asked. “You’ve healed my pussy?”

“Does it still hurt?” I asked.

“Ah ... not that I can tell. I suppose I would need a big fat cock stuffed in there to know for sure,” she said risquély.

Ever the Boy Scout, always willing to lend a helping hand, I obliged her with what she sought.

“Keep this ... keep this up and ... I might need ... more healing,” she panted. “But you stop now, you die!”

I’m almost positive she didn’t mean it literally, but I was unwilling to bet the farm on it, so I kept pounding her newly healed pussy until we both screamed in release.

I let Samantha take her turn in the small shower, and then I took mine. When I got out, she was gone. I dried off and thought about clothes, but decided that everyone was probably naked by now, so slipping on my deck shoes, I made my way aft to the salon.