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   James Part VI.  The Eyrie.

   Chapter 30



   I sat with a coffee watching the shrimp boats sail in with their morning
catch.  A chill was still in the air but there were no clouds and it looked
like another fine day ahead.  I savored my solitude and quietly gave thanks
for my many blessings.

   The girls had been dead to the world when I woke and I wanted them to
get as much rest as they could - the last few days had been pretty hectic,
and the extended bout we shared after they woke me with hands and lips late
last night could not have helped.

   The boat traffic was picking up so I took 'Jewel' out of the harbor into
the open sea, stopping only to take on water and gas.  I hailed a shrimper
and bought 3lbs of large fresh cooked shrimps and a half-quart of spicy
dip.

   I sent the boat moving seaward and was snacking on them when Sara came
topside.  She had her no-underwear dress on and I got hard immediately, a
fact she did not miss when she straddled me to give me my morning kiss.

   "Mmmm, good morning my BIG sweetie!" She reached between us and held me
softly.  "Can we wait?  I want to do it inside." She grinned impishly, "I'm
afraid I'll bring the coast guard on with my screaming."

   "Screaming?  I've not noticed...  Er, you'd better stop what you're
doing, I'm not that far away..." I bit her lip.

   "I thought you couldn't come in the morning!"

   "No, I couldn't yesterday because I had to pee first.  This one's very
real." I assured her sincerely.

   She let go and put her arms around my neck, "Do you want to wait? 
Or..." She came to a decision.  "Oh hell, we'll just have to try and keep
the noise down."

   She slipped her hand inside my pants and gripped me.  I moaned against
her neck as I kicked my shorts off.

   "You're not going to waste it on my hand, are you?  Oh, oh, ow, oh,
good!" She breathed as she nestled herself down on me.  She was hot, wet
and so very, very tight.

   "God, you're big!" She grunted, resting her head on my shoulder.

   "I AM a growing boy!" She laughed weakly and bit me as she gingerly
worked herself on me, taking small strokes but not letting me get any
deeper.

   "Oh, oh, oh..." She shook and pulled on my hair.  "Just touching you is
driving me nuts!" She moaned and shook some more.

   "Here, try this first..." I lifted her up so that her knees rested on my
shoulders and her little cunt was mouth level.

   "What a way to sail the seas...  Ah, shit, that's good!  Ahhh..." Sara
shook and clutched my hair as I tasted her sweetness.

   "Ohhh, god!  So good!" She moaned and squirmed on my face.  Her little
sex squeezed my tongue and dripped on me.

   "Ohh, James, s-stop.  Ohhhh!  Stop!  I want you to do me...  now!  I
want you to fuck me!" She grunted hoarsely.

   She threw her head back, screaming noiselessly and gripped my neck as
she dropped her hot and wet cunt on my cock.  Shaking wildly as I bounce
her on my lap and she hunched forward to rub against me.

   I grabbed her face and locked our mouths together as we screamed and
fucked into each other.  We shook and grunted and I sprayed into her
tightness, forcing her hips down on me.

   She was hanging on my shoulder and rubbing her sex on me, moaning and
gasping shakily.  I put my hand on her hips and helped her move on me.  I
was still hard.

   "Stop, James, I can't - too sensitive.  Sorry!" She clutched my neck and
kissed it.  "And we should wait for Amanda." She looked towards the cabin,
"I cannot believe she slept through all that!"

   "She's tired, let her sleep.  She's really is still very young..."

   "Yeah, she just acts so grown up, it's hard to remember that sometimes."
She nestled her head on me and purred happily as I kissed her neck and ear.

   She giggled as I finally slipped out of her and felt our stuff leaking
all over my leg and the chair.

   "Mmmm, I'm too comfortable to move." She murmured, "Even if we're
surrounded by the Coast Guard."

   "If that's true, they'd be applauding by now!"

   She giggled.  "As long as we don't have to do an encore...  I'm wasted!
And I'm sore inside." She looked up and smiled, "But in the best possible
way."

   She held my face and looked at me, "I'll do anything for you, James, I
love you." We kissed softly, for a long time.

   I fed her a shrimp and showed her how to tear off the head and squeeze
the succulent meat out of the shell with the front teeth, avoiding having
to shell them.

   We shared a dozen shrimps and many more kisses, "Do you want to try and
catch lunch?" She nodded.

   We were about a mile from the mouth of the harbor and well away from the
shipping traffic.  She sat with a drink and watched as I climbed over the
rear deck with a bucket of chum.  Carefully I unsealed it.

   "Arghhh!  Now I know why it's called offal - it smells just AWFUL!" Sara
held her nose.

   "But to the fish, it's the best dinner gong there is!" as I threw the
mixture downwind.  The oil held the nauseous mixture together and made it
float on the surface.  I scrubbed my hands and rejoined Sara on the deck,
where she was baiting our hooks with large pieces of Sir Jumpalot.

   "Don't cast yet, just wait," I told her, getting back to the cooked
shrimp as we drifted in the gentle morning swells.

   Sara pointed, "Something's happening!" Shadowy forms were collecting
under the smelly mixture and taking small bites at it.  Soon larger
predators were flashing in and churning the water.  The chum was being
shredded and whipped to a slimy froth when I signaled to Sara and threw our
hooks in.

   We had bites within seconds as the fish attacked indiscriminately in
their frenzy.  I quickly reeled in a 4-lb snapper but Sara's prey was
diving deep and unraveling her line at tremendous speed.  I snugged the rod
under her arm and tightened the drag until she was straining but still the
fish fled with the line singing out.

   "Hang on - keep a steady pressure on the rod.  Retrieve to take up all
the slack!" as I ran to start the engine.  The fish was a runner and there
wasn't enough line in Sara's rod to keep this up much longer.

   Fortunately it already seemed to be tiring and she was making some
progress in their tug-of-war.  Suddenly it broke surface, a huge flashing
monster as Sara frantically cranked line in while it flung its head and
danced for long seconds on the surface and I steered towards it.

   With a splash it dove again and the line hummed back out of the reel as
Sara fought to maintain her grip.  For 2 minutes it powered the fishing
line out through the drag and Sara panted in her efforts.

   "You need me to take over?" I asked.  She shook her head and grimly
fought the fish.  Twice it broke surface in bejeweled splendor and twice it
sought to escape into the depths.

   Amanda was braced at the cabin door cheering Sara on, boobs jiggling
enticingly as she screamed and waved her glee.  I had to tear my eyes off
her nakedness as Sara yelled at yet another surface break.

   "Amanda, get the gaff ready!" I called, as Sara reeled the dancing fish
toward us.  It was definitely tiring as it was steadily being muscled in,
no longer able to make the deeps.  Amanda came back up to the conn with a
T-shirt on and took over as I scrambled next to Sara with the gaff.  The
fish darted under the surface and struggled to dive each time Sara drew it
closer.

   "Put it in neutral" I called to Amanda as the fish saw the boat and
tried to dive again.  It could foul the line against the propeller and we'd
lose it.  "Sara, hold him!  To the side!"

   Sara inched the huge fish to where I leaned over the side until I was
able to hook it under the gills with the gaff.  Sara leaned on the side,
doubled over and gasping for breath as Amanda held her and massaged her
shoulders.  They watched intently as I tried to keep the furiously
struggling form from jumping off.  Sara was taking a long drink of water
when I finally heaved the thrashing fish into the boat.

   "Ohhh!" Sara breathed, "Wow!" It reminded me of the space creature in
'Alien' with its big bulbous head and beady eyes.  But it tapered to a
beautifully shimmering golden body with blue iridescent bands.  I gave it
the coup de grace and it stopped moving, its color fading as we watched,
until it was a pale pearl color with bluish tinges.

   "Good job, Sare!" I hefted it, "A 20lb Mahi-mahi, what we almost had for
dinner last night.  They're delicious!"

   Sara laid on the bench panting, her dress sweat-plastered to her naked
body and I leered at her.  She looked at me, "Not tonight dear, I'm sweaty
and I stink and I can't move if my life depended on it."

   Amanda looked at us, "James, why don't you clean the fish and I'll see
if I can do the same with our lovely fisherperson."

   "I'll be fine - just let me catch my breath first." Sara said, "Why
don't you go for a fish as well?"

   "Amanda?" She nodded enthusiastically.

   The fish had taken us a mile from where we started, I sat on the floor
by Sara and showed the hydro chart to them.  "This is where we are, and
over here, see the squiggly lines?  That's an underwater reef and that's
where the larger fish usually goes." I showed Amanda how to dial the
coordinates into the autopilot.

   After the boat got underway and after I collected Amanda in my arms so
her crotch was not staring blatantly at me, I resumed, "What we're doing
now is different from what we tried before.  This morning we brought the
fish to us by literally putting a feast out, and we threw the hooks in when
they were in a feeding frenzy.  We were very lucky, big mahi-mahis don't
usually go that near to shore, but it took a lot of skill and hard work to
land it, Sare." She beamed.

   "Now, what we're gonna try is to drop a bait down to where hopefully
fish are living.  See this mark?  It's sixty feet deep here and we'll need
something heavy to take the bait that far.  And chances we'll be catching
totally different kinds of fish."

   By the time the autopilot chirped us, I had added a half-pound weight
about five feet from the end of the line where a chunk of Sir Jumpalot was
secured.  "There're various schools of thought about using fresh water bait
in the sea.  We'll try it and switch to Mr Mahi-mahi if that doesn't work.
Remember too, these fish will want to snag your line on the rocks to break
it, but, you can't rush it; you still have to give them time to swallow the
bait, then jerk like crazy to set the hook and retrieve as fast as you can.
The timing is what separates heroes from zeroes." I moved the boat a bit
away from the undersea reef and got Amanda settled in, rod securely tucked
under her arm.

   I cleaned the snapper and filleted it, saving the offal in the bucket
and was putting it away when Amanda had a bite.  She pulled back to set the
hook but it was gone, taking the meat.

   We used leftover snapper as bait next and it was stolen again.  So far
the fish didn't seem picky at all.  The current had drifted us over the
rocks so Amanda took us to the other side of the ridge.

   This time she got a hit and landed a 12lb grouper.  It was an ugly,
vicious fighter that kept Amanda struggling for over ten minutes.  Now we
had two of the cutest, smelliest anglers in the state.

   She joined Sara and me in cutting fish after losing her bait three more
times without a strike.  We rinsed down the rear deck and ourselves and
moved on, in case the blood and activities attracted larger predators.

   I set the autopilot toward shore as we laid in the sun to dry,
conserving the towels we brought.

   They nestled up to my side, wrapping their arms together and we stayed
cuddled together in drowsy companionship until we were dry again.

   The boat had stopped about 100 feet from a small sandbar island with a
couple of trees and I beached the boat in the lee of the island.  I built a
fire under the shade from driftwood and charcoal stocked on board for the
little boat BBQ.

   We pan fried the shrimps and the 2 smaller fish, while Sara mixed up a
batch of her secret sauce, which was essentially soysauce with molasses,
vinegar and garlic, which she drizzled on the food.  It was delicious and
we ate all we could, saving the rest for later.

   We cleaned up and Amanda explored the island while I cuddled with Sara.
We were kissing and touching softly and I was about to put my OTHER hand on
her ass when Amanda grabbed it.

   "Sorry guys, can you come check this out?" She took us to the other side
of the island.  We could hear a bit of music and noise across the water
around a bend.

   We took 'Jewel' and followed the commotion up a wide estuary to a
marina. They were preparing for a boat meet on the weekend and some
competitors were there testing their boats.  They were runabouts - small
"V" shaped smooth-hulled boats where the driver knelt in a cockpit space in
front of the engine.

   There was even a Junior category for 12 to 15 year olds which Amanda
went to great pains to inform me.  She took me to where a few used racers
were displayed for sale.

   "Mandie, you know I've grown rather fond of your lovely body and it
would break all our hearts if you were to get injured in one of these
things!"

   "I know what I'm getting into - and I won't compete until I'm sure of
what I'm doing, OK?" She looked steadily at me.

   "And they can only go up to 40mph." Sara added, who'd been talking to
the technicians.  The Junior class boats all have low power motors and a
limiter to make sure they do not go too fast in the straightway.

   I felt a lot better after I was told that all drivers were required to
wear a helmet and a full-body fire-retardant Nomex suit and extra flotation
- which together cost more than the boat and the engine.  Fortunately there
were some second hand suits there for sale as well.  Amanda chose one that
was fire-engine red with a honeycomb pattern - from a distance, it turned
her into Spiderman.

   After a lesson at the controls from the meet director, Sara and I
watched Amanda as she took a run up the oval practice course with the
various models.  One, in sunburst yellow with silver trim was her favorite,
but she complained about a vibration and a sluggish motor which was fixed
with a new propeller and spark plug.

   After another run, she seemed much happier with the performance, but her
top speed was still in the mid 20's.

   "Let's raise the engine higher and tip it out some more." Sara ventured,
"The engine is dragging in the water, and we have to tilt it to get the
front up quicker as well." Turned out that they had set it up that way to
make the boat more stable - and sacrificed speed.  The marina staff were
starting to look at the girls with renewed interest.

   The technicians made some adjustment and Amanda was much faster and
happier, even though a couple of times she looked on the verge of flipping
upside down.  Amanda glowed when they asked her if it was REALLY her first
time out on the boats.

   While Amanda was out with the little J-Class boat Sara spoke with the
technicians constantly and they were all too happy to show off their
knowledge.  They tried another tilt setting which was better in the turns
but slowed down too much in the straightway..

   Amanda huddled with Sara as she started another combination, "There's
still too much drag and I'm not going on plane fast enough.  That's less
tilt - then I need to have MORE tilt so I can lift the bow out of the
water, without getting airborne of course..." Her top speed was close to
30.

   The girls were starting to attract some attention as female drivers and
pit-crew were apparently not at all common in the sport.  At least I was
hoping it was that and not because someone had noticed their lack of
underwear.

   After another run, Amanda felt satisfied with their progress, so we
decided to take the boat back to the lake for further work.  We took off
back the way we came, towing Amanda's little boat behind.

   We went to the marina and Max came out to meet us.  They had received a
large crate for Amanda from Peter.  Inside were tools and metal adjuster
plates for her to tinker with 'Gyro's dynamics.  Along with the standard
owner's manuals, there were also 2 binders of design notes.  The marina had
been hired to assist Amanda in her tests and Max volunteered to help us
personally.

   I stopped by to say hi to Marjorie and to pick up more groceries as
Amanda and Sara discussed with Max the work they needed on the boat.  Then
we cleared 'Jewel' and lugged our stuff and the binders on board 'Gyro'.

   Amanda powered us back to The Eyrie with a single-minded ferocity and I
had barely tied up before they disappeared up the steps.

   Amanda dumped the manuals on the big desk in the living room and she and
Sara started on them right away.

   "Have you decided on a name for the racer?" As I brought them snacks.

   "Yep.  It's got the silver trim, so I'm gonna call her 'Argyro Neta',
which means 'Silver Web' in Greek, the same name given to the Water Spider.
But in Portuguese, 'Neta' mean a young girl, so it could mean 'Silver Girl'
as well!" She smiled at me, kissed me, then went back to the notes.

   They asked for a computer so I called Nicole and she said she would send
one with Celeste when she came up tomorrow.  We chatted some more but she
had a exam to study for and she would have to be spending time at the
library.  Then she reminded me about my training.

   I went down to the docks and did my stretches.  Then I swam the 80ft
across to the other side of the chasm, just about the length of an Olympic
pool, and back.  I did eight more laps then I took a rest.  It was good
aerobics and I hoped it was good enough to keep me in shape.

   I busied myself with maintenance on the roof and windows and overgrown
plants on the patio; then I made dinner - mostly salad and fresh fruits
along with fish a la Sara's secret sauce, although I made myself a steak
for a bit of variety in my protein.  The sauce went well with that too.

   The girls ate quietly and hurried back to their manuals, and soon were
chatting animatedly about planing geometries and dihedral stabilizers.

   At sundown, I made them hot chocolates and we sat outside and watched
the wondrous sights Mother Nature had provided.  Before long they were
talking shop again.

   "How much have you covered today?" I asked.

   "Oh, the basics are simple.  Things will float if it weighs less than
the amount of water it displaces," Amanda said slowly, "That's an advantage
because on land we have all our weight resting on a small surface like a
wheel.  In water, the weight is evenly distributed on the entire surface so
things have much less friction."

   "But that raises more problems." Sara continued, "No friction means no
grip; when you turn, the boat will want to continue in a straight line, so
you need keels and V-shaped hulls besides just rudders.  A nice addition
are chines, which are like treads on tires.  They run along the side of the
boat and digs in when the boat leans over to turn.  But all of this has a
price."

   Amanda nodded, "On land, a car essentially fights inertial to get
moving, then it only need power to overcome friction and a slight amount of
air resistance.  In water, the resistance is a hundred times that - AND, to
double the surface or speed, you need four times the power.  Over half of
the boat's power is wasted turning the prop and dragging the motor assembly
through the water." Amanda sighed.  "And we haven't touched on displacement
dynamics yet!"

   "Right.  So the whole boat is a series of compromises.  A sharp prow and
bottom to minimize resistance, but not so much that we lose stability and
functionality.  A big engine and propeller, but small enough so we don't
spend more energy turning it than pushing the boat."

   "Yeah, remember the 'Jewel'?  A hundred bucks of gas to go less than 50
miles at top speed.  That's expensive!"

   "And all the wasted space just to have a tapered tip at the front." Sara
shook her head.

   "It's a good place to store the anchor, isn't it?" I looked at her.

   Suddenly she broke out in a big soft smile and caressed my face, "Oh, my
sweet James, we've been so tied up in our new toys that we've been ignoring
you haven't we?"

   "I like watching you two work.  And you look like you are having fun."

   "We sure are!  There's so much to learn and it's nice to be able to
apply it right away!"

   "But we'd like to apply ourselves to you too!" A hand started running up
my leg.

   "Tell you what, finish off the chapter or whatever, then draft a list of
what you want to test out tomorrow and come to bed.  I'll give both a back
rub.  That should wrap up the day pretty well."

   "Mmmm, sounds good, I'm just about ready to wrap myself around a certain
someone right now."





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