The reason for that was I had just spotted Bee Bee. That was the nickname for Sir Bernard Brakestone, the man who had got away from us a few days ago. How in God's name had he turned up here? I managed to get that mouthful down before speaking in a low voice to Tracey telling him who I had just seen come into the restaurant.
He did a double take and whispered back that he couldn't believe it either.
`What the hell is he doing here?' he asked.
`I was wondering the same,' I replied.
`Do you think he's recognised us?' Tracey asked anxiously.
`Well I've never met him, but you've seen him close up.'
`Well my face was much darker than this. I was blacked up remember? Besides, I was wearing trousers, you know, those combat type things. The first pair of trousers I'd worn since I was sixteen.' I grinned at this, and sat and wondered what I could do to get at him. I beckoned over a waiter and asked if he could identify Brakestone when I pointed him out.
'That is Sir Bertram Bingham, sir,' he told me. I thanked him and wondered how many passports he had and was he vain enough to have every one using the same initials.
We finished our wonderful dinner and then went back up to our suite where he was the topic of our conversation. So much was he in my thoughts that I was only able to fuck Tracey once. I think he understood and cuddled up to me in our air conditioned room that was chilly enough to warrant a little bodily warmth.
It was down in the lobby next morning that I found out a bit more about him. He had a yacht out in the harbour but quite often dined ashore for dinner, and still going under the name that the waiter had given me at dinner. It was the mention of the yacht that gave me an idea.
Come on,' I said to Tracey, we're going out shopping.'
`What for,' he asked.
`A bomb,' I said. This shut up the questions for quite a few minutes.
`I know this is going to sound stupid, but what do you want a bomb for?' he finally got to ask me.
`You're right. It was a stupid question. I'm going to blow something up, and before you ask the next one, it's going to be a boat.'
`Okay, I can guess the next answer. Bee Bee's?'
`Right.'
`So where are you going to get this bomb from?'
I think I know of a shop that might just have one,' and we went out of the hotel and got into the first taxi that was in line outside. British High Commission please,' I asked the driver, and off we went. We could have walked, if I'd known exactly where it was, but it also looked better to arrive in a car. There was a sentry of sorts at the gate and by showing my British passport, we were allowed in the gate. Another man met us at the doorway and asked our business.
`I'm here to see the Governor,' I said.
`Do you have an appointment sir?'
`No, but just show him this and I think he'll see me,' I said, giving him my passport. He told us to take a seat which was just inside the lobby while he went off.
`What makes you think he'll see you by just looking at your passport?' Tracey whispered to me. I think he whispered because the lobby was a huge tiled place that had a large dome in the ceiling and sound did seem to echo through the place.
`Well Spencer knew we were coming out here, so I think he just might have dropped them a line about me. We'll soon know if he did or not.' We sat there for several minutes before the man came back, minus my passport.
`The Governor is a very busy man but can give you five minutes,' he said. I gave Tracey a smirk and we got up and followed the man to what was obviously the Governor's office. He knocked on the door before opening it and ushered us inside. The Governor, a broad shouldered man in his mid to late fifties I would have said, stood up and came round his big desk and shook my hand.
`Governor Rawlings Mr. Kane, Mrs. Kane.' Tracey also shook hands with him.
`Please sit down,' Rawlings said, indicating two chairs before his desk. So we sat as he went back round his desk and sat down too.
`Ah, London said you were coming out here Mr Kane, for a holiday, and I, ah, er, did rather hope that you wouldn't be visiting me,' he said, handing me back my passport.
Sorry to hear that,' I said with a smile, somehow feeling pleased at his discomfort. I hadn't really intended to, but I'm in a little bit of trouble.'
`Ah, that's what I was afraid of,' he said with a wan smile.
`It isn't serious at the moment, but I need some help. I...'
Please Mr. Kane,' he interrupted. Don't tell me. The less I know the better. I think you'd better talk to the Trade Attaché. He, er, sort of deals with things that I shouldn't be aware of.' He picked up his phone and pressed a button. Oh, ah, Dennis. I have a Mr. Kane and Mrs. Kane here in the office. I think Mr. Kane wishes to talk to you, could you come in? Thank you very much.' He put down the phone and stood up. Well thank you for calling in. Mr. Carson will help you out I'm sure.' There was a knock at the door and it opened on the command to enter and a youngish man stood there with a smile on his face.
`Ah, er, Dennis. Please help Mr. Kane with his little problem and, er, try to keep it within bounds if you could please.'
`Certainly sir. Come this way please. My name is Dennis Carson,' he said.
`My maiden name was Spencer,' Tracey said.
My goodness! You're not related to him in London are you?' he asked as we left the Governor's office to follow him. Tracey gave him his most beautiful smile and tapped the side of his nose with one finger. Got it!' Carson beamed and Tracey and I exchanged smiles. This was getting better I thought. We didn't speak till we got inside his office, rather cramped I thought compared to the Governor's. We all sat down and he gave us a good smile before speaking.
`Now what can we do for you?'
`I'd like for you to find me a small bomb.'
Oh dear,' he said, his smile disappearing to be replaced by a frown. I thought it might be something like that when I read the memo.'
`Memo?' I asked.
`Yes. Came over the wire last night. Said you would be out here and might need assistance. Now, how small is small?'
`About half a pound with a pencil timer fuse for half an hour. Oh, and a gun and shoulder holster. I couldn't bring mine on the plane.'
`Oh that's not so bad. I can get you these, but you'll have to sign for them and return them when you leave Nassau.'
`Well I can return the gun, but not the explosive if I use it, now can I?'
`Oh, I see what you mean,' and he started to smile again.
`Also, can I have a few visiting cards made up for me.'
`Ah, that may take a couple of hours I'm afraid.'
`That's no problem,' I said, wondering why these people always started their sentence with either Ah or Oh? Maybe that's the way they were taught, just to give them that few seconds to think of what to really say.
`What should the cards read?' I had given this some thought in the taxi and knew that it had to look as if I had plenty of money. I think it was an unconscious thought that made me use the initials of my real name in the fake one that I was going to use. Just as Bee Bee did, though I think he used them for maybe his underwear and luggage had those initials embroided on one set of things and the luggage imprinted in gold leaf.
`Sir Michael Kingsley. Royal Exchange, and if you would add the real address and a telephone number, one that can be monitored by Spencer's office to back me up in that name if anyone does make enquiries.'
`No problem. I'll get onto London and have a telephone number for the cards. Can I tell them what it's about?'
No.' I said straight away, but had second thoughts. Yes, but only for the ears of Spencer. Just say it's to do with the Manor. He'll know to what I am referring.'
`Ah, got that. Can you come back at about three then? I'll have what you want by then.'
Thank you Dennis,' I said getting up and shaking his hand. See you at three.' Tracey and I both then said our goodbyes as he left us at the main door.
Nice shop that,' Tracey said. Better than "Arrod's" ain't it?' and laughed and gave my arm a hug. `Does every country have a do it yourself terrorist's shop?'
`I would assume so judging by that place,' I said as I laughed with him.
There's one thing I liked about Nassau. You've only got to put your nose out into the street and there's an empty taxi waiting to pounce on you. But I waved him away as it felt good to walk in the sun with Tracey on my arm.
`Well we've got about five hours to kill, what do you suggest we do?' I asked as we walked in that lovely sunshine.
Now who's asking a stupid question?' he smiled up at me and squeezed my arm. We've got a bed in the hotel that's not being used at this moment.' I hugged his arm in reply and so we went back to the hotel.
I got my thrill of watching him take off his dress and parade in front of me in that underwear, giving me an erection that made it hard for him to get my bottom clothes off. So with him just wearing those small things and me naked, we kissed but then didn't use the bed after all. Tracey dragged the bed coverings off and took them out onto our balcony.
`Sex a la fresco,' he smiled as he knelt down on the covers and took me into his mouth for a few sucks to warm me up which I didn't really need, for I was up and steaming, ready to go. On went the rubber and he pulled me down to my knees as he turned round and presented me with his backside that was now a nice shade of brown from the sun the day before.
He looked even more delicious than ever as I stroked the cheeks and even bent down and kissed each one before getting into position. With the sun beating down on my back I had that warmth there and then I had it round my cock as I pushed myself up into him. This was much better than sunshine I said to myself as I moved my prick in and out of his bum. The pressure he was giving me was as intense as ever and I have said it more than once, that I loved to fuck Tracey. As I moved and with my head raised, I could just see through the small decorative posts that supported the balustrade and see the sparkling blue water of the sea. I was having the sun, sea and sex and thoroughly enjoying it. Forget the sand, it plays havoc with the foreskin, and this was much better, fucking the one you love like this. The young strong body bowed down beneath, for you to stroke and caress as you moved in and out of his body. To me this was one of the best things in life as I slowly and enjoyably fucked him.
I came too soon again for my liking, but it was still nice to be able to ram myself hard up against those nicely tanned buttocks and feel him squeeze me from the inside as I came in short sharp jerks as I held him tight. What a wonderful culmination to the past five minutes of fucking to feel joy and have the release from your aching balls.
He quickly turned round after I pulled out for him to strip the condom off and take me into his mouth to finish the session and I looked down to see that lovely mouth clamped over the head of my cock and feel his tongue probe and clean under my foreskin. His eyes twinkled up at me and I'm sure he was trying to smile at the same time.
This is the life,' he said as he let go of my cock and knelt up to put his arms round and kiss me. I just can't get enough of you,' he said between kisses. `I hope you never tire of me?'
No fear of that,' I said, for I can't get enough of you either. If I only had two cocks, what fun we could have.'
I would say amen to that,' he smiled and then in a shy and coy voice, can I have a turn now?'
`I'm all yours darling,' I said as I gave him a kiss and let him go to put a condom on himself. I then went onto my knees and had the pleasure of him putting his cock up inside me. I think I was getting like him by liking him do it to me. His hands on my hips as I felt his cock rub my insides as he moved in and out, rasping the nerves till I almost cried out at the thrill I was getting. His fingers were strong that dug into my hips as he held me tight up to his thighs as he began to jerk his hips, sending his seed into me and hear him cry out in ecstasy at the same time. I gave out a cry as he pulled out and I then turned round and let him pull the rubber off for me to suck on his cock before it wilted.
I'm glad that Tracey remembered the sun tan oil for I'd forgotten it and would probably had laid there and got burnt in the hot sun. We smeared each other and then lay in the opposite positions to the day before. So my whole body would be red by the end of the sunbathing whereas his would be a light brown, but it didn't matter to me.
We lay there naked enjoying the sun till two o'clock before we roused ourselves to roll over and feel the oil between our bodies as we kissed, but I said there wasn't time for any more till that evening. So we showered and got dressed and went back off to the Governor's offices and met up with Dennis Carson at the appointed time.
`Glad to see you on time. That's one thing I like about us Brits, and it's timekeeping. Out here, to the locals, one hour or so late is nothing. So it's refreshing to deal with one of our own kind, what?'
Personally, I don't give a shit. As long as I get what I want when I want it, I don't care,' I said, trying to deflate the pomposity of his statement. I don't mean that personally of course Dennis. It's admirable that I can come to someone like you and when you say it will be ready at a certain time, I was quite confident that it would be.'
`Arse licker,' I heard Tracey mutter behind me. I turned my head and stuck my tongue out and waggled it at him so that Dennis couldn't see what I was doing. This made Tracey giggle and Dennis missed the joke.
`Follow me,' Dennis said with a perplexed frown on his face. We duly followed him into the residency and down into the cellars, or what I supposed they were. It appeared to be more like a bomb shelter, but, Dennis was as good as his word.
`Is this what you had in mind?' he asked as he passed over a small box that held my requested visiting cards.
Perfect,' I said as I saw exactly what I wanted. Who will be on the other end of the phone if the need arises?'
`Ah, well, I don't really know. Maybe it will be your London control as I see, or assume that your wife is your control out here while you're in the field.'
`Oh to be sure. She controls me all the time,' I said, keeping a straight face and hoped that Tracey wouldn't start to laugh behind me.
`Here is your gun and shoulder holster,' which I took and inspected the barrel and clip.
`Spares?'
Two clips, and this! This is half a pound of XP3.' He offered me a pack of what looked like plasticine about the size of a cigarette packet, which looked perfect to me. And this is the trigger,' and handed me a small glass tube like thing with liquid inside. Timer and detonator. You just push the fat end into the explosive, which is harmless in its present state. Then break the top bit off to allow the air in. The liquid inside the tube then begins to evaporate and causes the bottom end to expand and burst and so sets off the charge. It's been tried and tested and so when you snap the slim end off, the whole thing goes up in thirty minutes.' He had a proud look on his face as he passed this lot over to me. I would still love to know what you intend to use it on,' he said.
`No doubt you'll hear about it if it does go off,' I assured him, and then I had to sign for what I was being given. With this done, I shook his hand and thanked him again. Tracey smiled as he shook his hand.
`Nice doing business with you Dennis.' The poor man actually simpered and I thought of him as a poor fool if he but only knew what was underneath the veneer of Tracey. That would probably shock him more than the explosive going off.
`Where to now boss?' Tracey asked as we left the building with my package.
`We are off to the shops to buy you a present for being such a good girl and looking after me,' I said with a smile.
`I thought I was the wife? That's what the passport says,' he pouted.
`They are one and the same. You are and have been a good girl and a good wife, so I am going to buy you something that I don't think anyone else has ever bought for you in your entire life. But! There is one but. You will see it when I buy it, but you will not get it till this evening.'
`Why will I have to wait till then?'
`You will see when the time comes and I trust you to play along when you do receive it and whatever I might say afterwards. It's not something I, or we can rehearse. We'll just have to play it by ear, but this is just the start of it.' By the time I'd finished speaking, we'd arrived outside a jewellers shop and Tracey had a look of surprise when I ushered him inside.
`I would like to buy a necklace for my wife, but I don't like what I've seen of your displays in the window so far. Do have something worthy of such a fine neck as this?' as I indicated Tracey's.
Yes indeed sir,' the salesman said. Just a moment and I'll bring out some of our best,' and he went off behind a screen. One of those things you see that is something like a mirror with stripes in it. Which really is for those behind to see you without you really being able to see them properly.
`A necklace for me?' Tracey cried, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
`It'll be my present to you for your birthday or our anniversary. I haven't decided which yet.' The man came back with four small stands that had necklaces on them and placed them before us on the glass topped counter. They looked nice, but not what I had in mind for Tracey.
`Not bad, but not good,' I said.
`These themselves are quite expensive sir,' he said, almost doing a Uriah Heap on me with his hands.
`The price is of no consequence my good man. It's the design and quality that I seek,' I said most haughtily.
`Of course sir, of course.' He quickly gathered those up and went away and was back in a few minutes with another four.
`I'm afraid sir, that these are the very best that we can offer, humble as they may be.' I could see at a glance that they were indeed of the very best quality and I'm sure the price would show it. There was one that I did like and picked it up and asked for his glass. He passed it across and I held the necklace up as I screwed the glass to my eye to inspect the diamonds more closely. I didn't have a clue what I was looking at, but the diamonds really sparkled and looked very clear when seen through this eye piece.
I like this one,' I said as I handed it back to him. How much is it?'
`Eight thousand pounds sir,' saying it as if it was an apology for the price they were asking.
I'll take it,' I said, hearing a gasp from Tracey at my side, but I'm not happy with it as it is. You've had this in store for some time and I noticed some slight tarnishing on the silver clasps. I'll pay cash for it now, but I want it cleaned up and delivered to me tonight at precisely seven o'clock in the bar at the Hilton Hotel. Do you understand this?'
`Most certainly sir. I will personally see to the cleaning and the delivery. What name do I ask for sir?'
`You do not ask anyone, but it is Sir Michael Kingsley. You just look for me and then and only then can you use my name when you hand me the necklace. Understand?'
Yes sir, and thank you very much for your patronage sir,' he said as he counted the money I laid out on the counter for him. At seven o'clock.' I took the receipt he gave me and I took Tracey's arm and escorted him out of the shop. He seemed in a state of shock for he walked as though he had no joints in his legs.
`Eight thousand pounds for a necklace! And you are giving it to me?' I nodded and grinned at the incredulity that showed in his face. Then I had his arms round my neck and got kisses galore and almost had to prise him off.
`I can't believe it! You are spending that much on a diamond necklace for me? I...I...I'm lost for words.'
`Thank me in bed when this is all over. There was nothing wrong with the necklace in there, but I want someone else to see it when it is delivered.'
`Bee Bee!'
`Yes. I want him to see that I can throw money around. The joke he will not see.'
`Which is?'
I'm buying it with money that we nicked from his vault back at the Manor,' I laughed. This tickled Tracey so much that he nearly choked on his own laughter. Now, let's go and buy a dress that will be fitting to wear with such a necklace.' This put Tracey further over the moon and after looking at some dresses being modelled, went with two behind a curtain in a cubicle to try them on, declining any assistance. In the end, I bought both of them because I couldn't decide which was the nicest.
The fact that we could buy two dresses like that off the peg as it were, was amazing, but then, so was the price, but it was worth it to see the happiness and joy Tracey got from not only just trying them on but the fact that he now owned them.
God, was he happy on the way back to the hotel and as soon as we were in our suite, he was down on his knees and pulling out my erection, me knowing and expecting what he was going to do had been getting excited as we'd approached the suite. He stuffed as much of me into his mouth as he could to suck and chew and try to give me the best blow job ever. It finished up as a face fuck when he roused me enough for me to take over and hold his head still as he held the base of my cock as I fucked his mouth. I would have choked him if he hadn't held me firm in his hand to prevent this as I jerked my hips as I came, filling his mouth with my spunk. He swallowed and still wanted more as he sucked and chewed on me and I really had to pry his mouth off my shaft and drag him upright to kiss him to stop any real damage to my tool.
`You are the most wonderfulest husband in the world,' he said between the kisses I kept getting, and it took some time to calm down his exuberance over the purchases we had made on his behalf. Then it was a matter of telling him what I proposed to do that evening and that he should react accordingly.
Mind you, I was working this all out on a wing and a prayer. I'd noticed that Bee Bee hadn't entered the dining room till nearly eight o'clock and had assumed that he'd stopped at the bar first. It's a stupid way of trying to plan an operation I know, but I didn't know how long he would be staying in Nassau or even if he would turn up for dinner this coming evening. As I said, my planning was very loose and it was just hope that he would do as he did the night before.
So it was with some trepidation that we dressed for dinner, Tracey still unsure which dress to wear until I finally, well almost screamed out, the red one, was the decision made. This was reasonably low cut and his throat really screamed out for adornment which was what I intended for in the first place. That is apart from the desire to give Tracey something other than my prick.
I don't know which one of us had the most butterflies in their stomach when we went down stairs to the bar at half past six. Tracey waiting for seven o'clock to get that necklace, and me hoping that Sir Bernard Brakestone, a.k.a. Sir Bertram Bingham would be there having a pre-dinner drink.
`What if he recognises you?' Tracey whispered in my ear as we approached the lounge where the bar was.
`Then there'll be one hell of a fight,' I said as we went into the bar, my heart in my throat hoping he would be there.
God's be praised, for he was there. He was at the bar holding forth and I now had to get in to give him my spiel. Here I was relying on Tracey to attract his attention. I ordered us some drinks and moved closer and as I hoped, Tracey caught his eye and he turned towards us as fresh ears to listen to him.
It was drivel he came out with and it took some effort for me to get started, noting that I had ten minutes before seven o'clock.
Tell me Sir Bertram,' I interrupted, him giving us his name from the outset. You look like a seafaring man by your stance at the bar. It's as if you've stood on many a heaving deck and guided the helm through storms.' This flattered him enough to pay attention to me instead of Tracey. I've seen that boat out in the harbour,' and I indicated his own yacht, and thought that I would like to buy one like that. I don't really like flying, and that would be the perfect idea of seeing the islands.'
Darling,' Tracey came in. You can't even drive a car in a straight line.'
`Why should I when it's the chauffeurs job. You have a boat, it's the captain's job. Sir Bertram. What do you think of that boat? Is it worth making an offer for it? Do you know who it belongs to, for I am quite interested in buying it.'
`It's not for sale,' he said flatly.
`Oh surely it is. Everything is for sale if the price is right. Do you happen to know who owns it?'
`I own it,' came out a bit icily.
Oh my dear,' I said as I turned to Tracey, I've just made an awful faux pas. Do please excuse me,' I said turning back to Bee Bee. `Please accept my profuse apologies. I didn't mean to insult you. Here, please take my card for I'm afraid I haven't really introduced myself.' He took the card and looked at it as I introduced Tracey as Lady Kingsley.
`Royal Exchange, Sir, er, Kingsley. Do you work there?'
Good heavens no! I don't work!' making it sound a most distasteful occupation. I'm just on the board of directors. Some obscure uncle of mine wanted a favourable voter on his side, so he got me there on the condition I never showed my face for the stipend I receive. I was quite happy with this arrangement. I get paid for doing nothing and he has my proxy vote. Not that I need the money. The family has enough as it is. Do you know, it's been said, that if the family were to take all of our money out of the bank, it would collapse.' He bit.
`What bank is that?'
Coutts.' I could see by his face that he'd almost swallowed the bait. That's why I was asking about that boat. I can afford it and it would be nice to have a sea trip instead of those horrid aeroplanes. What's it like? I mean, is it something that one could travel in and yet still have the life style one is accustomed to?'
The timing couldn't have been better, for we were interrupted exactly on time.
`Sir Kingsley?' my salesman said.
Yes,' I replied, turning round. Ah, my favourite jeweller. Darling, look. Your birthday present has arrived. Thank you very much my good man,' and I took the box from him and opened it for Tracey to see. His eyes went wide and he made all the right noises as I took the necklace out of the box he held and asked him to turn round for me to fix the clip at the back of his neck. `There now my dear. What do you think of that?'
It's perfect darling,' he said as his hand stroked it and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Do you like it Sir Bertram?'
`It's a most beautiful present that your husband has given you, but the diamonds are nothing to the sparkle that you have in your eyes.'
`You flatter me sir,' Tracey said in reply.
`You flatter us both at this poor excuse of a present when I would rather have given her a boat like yours. What is it like inside? Oh, I think I've already asked that question. Well I wouldn't really want to go and buy a boat like that if it wasn't up to the standard of comfort that we both are accustomed to.'
The bait had now been cast out and I was hoping that his vanity would overcome any qualms about showing off his yacht. He swallowed it.
Sir Michael and Lady Kingsley,' he said, turning slightly to give a small bow to Tracey. I would be most honoured if you would have lunch with me aboard tomorrow. We could then have a short cruise and I will have you shown over my small boat.'
I'd got what I wanted and accepted on our behalf and then we excused ourselves for dinner, saying that we had promised to dine at the Governor's residence and it was time that we left.
`The Governor didn't invite us to dinner,' Tracey said, fingering the necklace as we moved out into the hotel lobby.
`I know, but I didn't want to draw attention to us and be called by my real name in the dining room there,' I said.
`Where will eat then?' he asked, linking his arm in mine.
`How about McDonald's?'
`What! Dressed like this?' he cried, fingering the diamond necklace again.
`Only joking,' I said with a laugh and raised my hand for one of the taxi's in the rank to come forward. We got in the back and I asked the driver to take us to the best restaurant in town.
It was a lovely meal, better than the hotel's and we lingered till nearly midnight before returning. It was a slow and languorous loving in bed that night I got for the thanks of the necklace.
We had breakfast in our suite and spent the morning sunning ourselves out on the balcony before dressing up in casual clothes and began making our way down to the waterfront. There was a small motor dinghy tied up there with the name Vespa painted on the stern.
`Sir Michael?' the man in the dinghy asked, standing up.
`Yes,' I replied.
`I'm here to take you out to the yacht. Please be careful on the steps.'
I went down first, holding Tracey's hand and was glad he'd put on some sensible flat heeled shoes for the steps near the bottom were quite slippery. The man in the boat took Tracey's other hand and we helped him into the dinghy. We sat down as the man untied the mooring rope and quickly started the engine and took us out to the yacht. We could see the empty davits on the stern where the dinghy was stored as we rounded the boat to come to a gentle stop at the foot of the gangway. Again, both of us helped Tracey to get onto the small platform at the bottom and he went up before me to be welcomed by Brakestone, though he now called himself Bingham out here.
`Welcome aboard the Vespa. You're just in time for drinks before lunch.' He turned, and we followed him along the side towards an open doorway.
`Vespa is Latin for wasp,' Tracey murmured to me.
A bee with a sting in its tail,' I murmured back. He'll have a hell of a sting later,' patting my pocket where I had the explosive. The other pocket had the timer in it as I didn't want to have the two together just in case I damaged the timer and having me blow up instead of the boat.
The deck was a bleached white and the side rail was a shiny varnished mahogany with shiny brass fittings. The door we went through looked as though it was made of the same wood and shone as if polished. I say went through, though it was really stepping over the coaming and onto a thick plush carpet of a lounge. This was panelled in the same wood and had many nautical pictures along the back wall. The other walls were large windows that gave plenty of light to the inside. It had two sofa's and four heavy armchairs and two young women were seated and just being served drinks by a white coated steward. The girls were white whereas the steward was black as had been the boatman. It turned out that the whole crew were black apart from the captain, and were all local Bahamians.
We were introduced to the females whose names I promptly forgot as I realised they were just bimbo's out for a bit of luxury. We had our drinks and made small talk till lunch was announced. The dining saloon was just aft of the lounge and just as well furnished, a large table that could have sat ten people and gleamed with the polish that reflected the silverware that was laid out.
The meal was superb as was the wine and the females hardly said a word as Bee Bee seemed to like the sound of his own voice. He praised the yacht so much I came to the conclusion that he loved this boat, and I was relishing the fact that I was going to take it away from him.
Towards the end of the meal, we felt the yacht begin to vibrate as the engines started up and by looking out through the large side windows, could see us slowly beginning to move out of the harbour of Nassau.
We had coffee and brandy in the lounge and looked out of the forward windows over the fore part of the yacht and saw the sea slipping past us. Then Bee Bee announced that he always had a nap after lunch and that the mate would show us over the boat. I noticed that the two girls followed him out of the lounge to go below as the mate introduced himself and started the tour.
It took us nearly an hour as he began at the bow and worked his way aft and then down below, showing us one of the four staterooms which for plushness, far outdid the Hilton. The last place we inspected below was the engine room, housing two huge diesel engines that gave out a muted roar as we saw the revolving shafts that turned the twin screws.
This is the lowest part of the yacht,' he shouted to us to be heard above the noise of the engines. We are just below the waterline and the grating we are standing on is above the bilges.' The whole engine room gleamed with fresh paint and all the brass shone like new and I wondered how long it would look like it did after it spent some time beneath the sea. I nudged Tracey to stand between me and the mate as I extracted the explosive and timer out of my pockets and put the two together.
I broke the slim end and then as we began to make our way out of the engine room, I dropped it down between the boat's side and the grating. I also checked the time on my watch so that we could be prepared when it exploded.
I nearly had a fit when I saw Tracey start to go up the steep ladder ahead of the mate for I saw that he was able to see right up under the dress that Tracey was wearing. He never made any comment as he went up with me close behind him. We kept on going up till we got to the bridge which had been left till last for us to see.
`The mate looked right up your dress,' I hissed at Tracey at the first chance I got.
`Lucky fellow,' he said back.
`What if he saw your tackle?'
He couldn't have. I'm wearing a pair of your pants. I knew that we'd have steep ladders to climb.' I breathed a sigh of relief. Also you will have noticed no doubt, that I'm not wearing my stockings. I didn't want to get them ruined either.'
The mate took over the helm from the captain who then explained all the dials and controls on the bridge, quite proud of his little domain.
`How far are we going?' I asked him.
`Only as far as Lyon Island, there, just ahead of us. We'll go round it and back to Nassau.' We were approaching it quite fast and I looked at my watch and saw that we had about five minutes left.
`May I borrow these?' I asked the captain as I picked up a pair of binoculars.
`By all means,' he said, and so I took them and Tracey out of the bridge house and onto the wing that juts out on either side. We were on the side that faced the island and as we came abreast of the lower end, about half a mile off, I looked through the glasses at it. There was a lovely golden beach at this end and I could quite clearly see some people on it, two of them standing up with their hands to their forehead to shield they eyes from the sun as they looked back at us.
I couldn't help but laugh and pass the glasses to Tracey and pointed towards the beach for the man and woman standing there were clearly naked.
Well I never,' Tracey breathed out. A nudist beach. Hmm, he's not as big as you or am I looking through the wrong end.'
We both laughed at this and I looked at my watch and saw that it was time and told Tracey that he should hang onto the rail.
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