Summer Vacation
Copyright© 2012 by Howard Faxon
Chapter 26a: A Fire is Sparked
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 26a: A Fire is Sparked - It all started as a walking vacation around coastal Florida. It became the adventure of a lifetime!
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual FemaleDom
They were pretty drunk when they staggered back to the ship.
Chrissy said, "Wha's this?" and tore the bag off the big shipping crate blocking the gangway. She spotted the check, and smirked as she pocketed it. She began reading the letter. She could not control her anger. She was furious and her face was fully red as she tore the message in two and cast it to the dock. She stomped up the ramp to the ship in a full-blown snit.
Angie slowly picked up the pieces of paper and held them together. She read the note.
"Oh my God! He was here!"
She looked at the ship with new eyes. She saw the salt encrustations covering her, the line of brown, black and green scum completely obscuring the waterline. She had not been away from the dock for over a year, and it showed. She cried. She cried for the shape her beautiful ship had fallen into. She cried for helself as to what she had allowed herself to become. She cried at what Tony must have felt, seeing his ship like this, after all the care and love he had put into her construction; bringing her from a beautiful vision to a vibrant, capable vessel. It truly was his Italian Dream, and she had been treated like a piece of toilet paper. No more.
She dragged the M2 and the ammo cases onto the rear deck. It was too dangerous for her to attempt to hoist them up the ladder to the weapons mount while she was drunk, as well as it being dark. She went inside to the master's cabin to find Chrissy passed out on the bed. The place reeked of sour sweat and old beer cans. Angie turned and went to the engineering space off the salon. She picked up a brass drift punch and slapped it against her other hand. Yep, just the equalizer that she needed. She went back to the lower berth and jumped on the bed, capturing Chrissy's arms under her thighs then lifted up and whacked her across the forehead with the brass machinist's punch.
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