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Sharon's deep secret

A story by the ® wicked Mind's eye of Caprain don.

Part one of seven 3rd person Wds 2673



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Sharon was exhausted, it had not been the dive that morning, as a dive always left her feeling fresh, exhilarated. and looking forward to the next, but she was really beat and some what confused.

The re-call of the trial had brought disappointment and she slumped back against the bathroom door frame and sighed a few deep breaths she had no time for this sentimental crap and locking strong hands to her hips put her attention to the room. Two hundred and twenty dollars a night for a simple hotel room like this and with a bad view at that. and to think they accuse lawyers of being bandits. God she should have gone to Corneal and become a hotel owner.

Her eyes absently scanned the room. the furnishings, and finally became locked on to the night stand, and the Gideon Bible that lay black and uninviting on the small veneered bedside table top. Her tongue sweeping the front edges of her teeth. breathing exaggerated , her head lolling back so that she was staring at the book down the length of her nose.

"••••" she muttered under her breath and pushed herself from the door frame and with several step was standing with her toes pushing against the base of the night stand. There was no hesitation as she reached down sweeping the Gideon up and into her hand. holding it in front of she read the silver embellished print on the cover. There was no need as she well knew what it said. Then holding the book by the front cover only she held it over the bed and shook it. Then shook it a bit harder and a silver disc fell on to the bed spread. She flipped the Gideon back on its self closing it hard, then dropped in carelessly down onto the night stand. Glanced at it, then unconsciously reach down nudging it back to precisely where she had first found it. Some times she hater herself for this trait in her make up, Exactness almost to an extreme. But it was this demand for perfection that had made her the lawyer that she was.

She eased her self down on to the edge of the bed. bringing her full attention to the plastic computer disc that lay silver side up and naked on the bed spread. There was a reflection that emitted from it almost as if it had been a round mirror that she was staring at. This damned disc was going to the death of her if she weren't careful. and she knew this thought to be littoral

They were dammed sure that she had brought it with her on her dive vacation simply because it had never been finalized. The Ruza commitments were all in place and the entire case rested on the final entry that she was to make this week. Her lap top had not failed her and it was done, she had discovered the missing element and made the entry on the disc. Locked the file and now she had herself a package of real dynamite. They were going to try for it. she knew that. now the question was how to save guard this thing for the next four months.

Hiding it between the pages of the Gideon was a joke. but god where would it be save? God ,Bible. it was getting to be a joke. and she reached for the Gideon again bringing it to rest on her lap. opened it. slipping the disc between the pages again, closed in and looked at the slight space between the pages that the thickness of the disc made. As sacrilegious that it was she fetched scissors from her night bag and in the last some chapters carved a circled in the pages to receive the disc. Dropped the disc into place securing it with Scotch tape. What a lousy way to hide. anything, so obvious was the book. and she replaced the Gideon back on to the night stand and made- up her mind to simply forget it. That simple. just forget the damned disc and enjoy her vacation. .

The afternoon dive was to be the northern end of the island, More vertical walls. a dense coral growth. She was looking forward to Scott and herself making that deep plunge off the ledge into the void below, a thought that had always petrified her, but damn she was going to do it. and do it to-day.

The dive guide was to be the Captain himself. . A little old for this sort of thing, but he must have some idea of what he was doing as he had lasted for the last twenty years with out killing himself and was still at it. Kids just never seem to grow up she thought. as she and Scott boarded the boat for the long trip to the far end of the island.

As they sat immobilized, listening to the drone of the engines. the slap of the waves against the hull as they plowed on toward the far reaches of the island. Like in a elevator there was no conversation. The screaming engines saw to that, eyes were every where. prying, wondering. there was no eye contact. Just visual exploring. Then she set to wondering. Captain Don had several condoms protruding from under his wet suits sleeve. Rubbers on a dive trip? The man must be mad and she started having second thought about this fellow as a dive guide. partictulary for the deep dive they were intending. Scott had now taken her attention as he shouted into her ear and motioned for her to start gearing up.

Engines slowed, then stopped. a mooring line was secured. and Don started explaining the dive to the small group. He warned that it was to be deep. and told of the precaution that were to be taken. Out lined the time, decompression stops. and reminded them that they were all experienced divers and that he had no intention shepherding them. He mention that he would be placing several sentinels, One at the edge of the drop off and another at one hundred and fifty feet, "That's the maxim depth of this dive folks, and if you venture below that you'll only piss me off. So let's have a good and safe dive guys." and he flipped himself over the side of the boat and into the sea and was gone.

Sentinel's, Sentinel's. what gods name is a sentinel? Sharon asked Scott who only shrugged his shoulders and said "watch and find out."

Gods blood Sharon thought as she slipped down in to the reefs, this has to be the most beautiful place on earth, then she became aware of Don who at the ledge at about thirty feet was fumbling about in his sleeve of his wet suit. Then she realized that he was removing a condom. He unwrapped it carefully stowing the wrapper under the rubber of his suit. She was fascinated as she watched him unroll the condom to its full length snapping it several times, then he spit out his regulator and placed the ring on the condom to his mouth and blew, inflating the rubber tube. When it reached about two and a half feet in length he tied off the end and carefully secured it to the base of a dead branch coral.

It was lovely. she had never seen any thing quite so beautiful, Like an enormous inverted tear drop, radiating reflection of gathered light , a beacon that shown brighter than she could imagine.


It was simply the damnedest thing that she had ever seen. Then `as she dropped down along the wall she glanced down between her feet and saw the other sentinel inflated and secured in station. She blinked several time trying to remember Don down there putting that damned rubber onto the coral. She looked over at Scott he had busied him self exploring the many small caves and crevasses that perforated the wall, he glanced at her, waved and gave the OK sign. waited for her to acknowledge , then resumed his minute examining of the walls surface.

After the dive she rallied in the usual exhilaration that followed a wonderful dive. Every body was on board and Don seemed in no hurry to get started for the long trip back to the resort. He drug out from under the forward decking a large canvas sack which he carried back to the center of the boat. sat down, then reached into the sack with both hands and pulled out a large water melon. "You Pickaninnies gonna help me eat this thing?' and from under his left wet suit sleeve pulled out the wickedest long bladed knife I had ever seen. Smiled and said "Bon Appetite" and cut the melon exactly in half. Carved out large slices and pasted them around to the other divers. The lady that was sitting along side of me was named Marge and came from Chicago. introduced her husband and said she and her husband had been diving Bonaire for years. and wouldn't think of spending her vacation any place else. Sharon told her that if all dive were as good as this one she wouldn't go any place else either.

Captain Don feeling the aurora of the dive also even though he had done this dive hundreds of times before. Commandeering the group and considering he had a captive audience told us that diving was like entering the very portals of life itself. and should never be considered anything but a very personal experience. Sharon looked about at the others on board. the others that she had just dove with and had to agree with him. This dive was a very personal thing. This dive was as if the others didn't exist. and she looked at her husband Scott and wondered if he might thing along the same lines. recalling their only contact was when he inquired if she were OK?

Sharon hassled the question that everyone must be wanting to ask. "Captain Don." and she began feeling a bit embarrassed. " those, , those things ,,, balloons that you inflated for markers. do you always do that?"

He openly laughed. " God no. they cost to much. ' then added smilingly. " Theses,,, theses balloons that you are talking about are called Condons." and he looked at her knowing that he was being perfectly rude. He was acting just like any high school adolescent. but the twinkle in his eye gave him away. he was just have fun at her expense. God he was old enough to be her father, she should have hit him.

"Years ago I discovered that I had a much more tranquil dive when I could relax knowing that all my charges were comfortable in the dive and foremost safe. The sentinel's did the job. Know where you start from. and where the end of the dive is. and most important is that the final sentinel be in place before folks reach that point. Have any of you noticed the equipment I ware? Not much more than required, nothing dragging, nothing requiring anymore energy than to push my body through the water. I slip through the water like an eel. I work at my streamlining my self just in case a want to out run a shark." What he said set me to wondering.

"Captain Don" Sharon said. how long would your sentinel's last if you didn't remove them? He had been holding a big chunk of water melon rind over the side feeding some fish. He pulled the rind up. looked at the hole the fish had eaten and stowed it in the sack with other boat trash.

"Don't know. but would think years if fish didn't peck it to death."

She sat thinking. "Years" she confirmed.

" Would think so. Sure, why not.?"

Before they had reached their home dock Sharon had gotten up and moved over to stand along side Don who was at the wheel of the boat. "Captain, When you look at that wall. can you differentiate one crevasse from the other?"

He looked at her questioningly. but remained silent. She thought trying to read her. Perhaps she had made a mistake asking an awkward question. She didn't know this man from Adam. had she made a mistake.

"Sharon" he said. knowing your way around underwater is no different than knowing your way around your own kitchen at home. Vacation divers spend so much time thinking about their equipment. time depth. and imaginary dangers that they pay little attention to the details that they see. " He put his attention to his steering and corrected their course a few degrees. Then returned his attention back to her. "Yes, when you wish to you can remember every detail." He hollered to Scott. "careful. I'm stealing your lady. It was my watermelon, she loved it." Those who heard laughed. as did Scott who waged his finger at him. then he moved back into the subject at hand. "Pick a prominent sponge. or soft coral, but at that depth most likely wire corals," he continued. "and use that for a marker. Count up. down left or right from there and you have it." he smiled. "Just like a big safe deposit box." and he put his full attention to the helm the interview concluded.

Sharon was able to understand exactly what he was talking bout and sat down in silence to wait the trip out.

Back at the room Scott keyed the lock and pushed the door open for Sharon who slipped past him as he was fooling with his cameras gear. With out thinking she moved into the room paying little attention to any thing wishing to get to the bath room before Scott could commandeered the bathtub for all his camera stuff. The sink top was disarrayed lip sticks knocked into the basin. Scotts shaving kit torn apart Clean towels laying on the floor. the full realization struck her. She did not panic but did her toilet while viewing the trashed cosmetic's

"Hey, what the hell is going on here?" Barked Scott and pushed into the bath room. Sharon waved him out and sat thinking. Her nerves tempered by years as a court room lawyer. but inside there was a terrible feeling of defeat. Scott was sitting on the bed his cameras laying across his lap. he was looking about the room which was in complete disorder. He paid no attention to detail, he did not see the Gideon laying against the wall as if it had been thrown there. She did, that was the fist thing she sought

She moved over to the discarded Bible. that lay like a dead thing and gently picked it up. Clutching it to her chest and went back into the bath room closing the door behind her. and sat down on the closed toilet lid and sat still down holding the Gideon to her chest. Now she placed it on her lap, a hand resting on its black marbled cover. Then she took a breath and open it at random. Page 609 the Book of Psalms. Startled, she read as if compelled to do so. "Blessed is the man that walkith not in the council of the ungodly nor standith in the way of sinners, nor sitith in the seat of the scornful but his delight is in the law of the Lord and in his law doth he meditate.' Her fingers visibly shaking slowly moved to the last pages of the book and she open to them. Page 1111 John. 10, Verily Verily, I say unto you, He that entereth not by the door into the sheepfold, but climbeth up some other way, the same is a thief and a robber". and feeling chills racing over her body turned the page to see the disc exactly as she had placed it.



end part one of seven

Part two
Sharon

(This one for you M Virga)

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part one of one


"Good morning Mrs. Logan. Every thing all right . Sleep well last night . What can I do to help you."

I smiled at the front desk girl and told her every thing was just fine and could she tell her where I could find the nearest drugstore.

The front desk girl barely out of her teens laughed and said." Yes of course. only here in Bonaire we call the drugstore a Botica. and you can find one on the main street in town. The side toward the sea about half way through town.

I hated missing the morning dive. However considering events of late I felt I had things to do. There was no trouble finding the Botica a clean, organized and friendly place. I waited till the sales girl behind the counter was alone then approached asking her if she had prophylactics The sales girl look at me trying to place the word. Prophylactics?" she questioned then I recalled Captain Don's words. and whispered "Condon."

The girl smile with out concern and pointed to a counter half way up the aisle. I was confused, and confirmed the location by pointing in the direction the girl has said. Then I moved to the shelves and saw displayed at least five or six different makes openly displayed. on the top of the counter.

Instinctively I started reaching for a package when a friendly voice said. "Sharon, is that you?" I quickly pulled my hand away and spun around finding Marg the lady who was on the dive boat yesterday.

"Marge? is that right Marge. from south wall yesterday. What a pleasant surprise.,, so nice to see you.!"

"Sharon, I have been playing hooky this morning and ducked out of the dive so I could do a little shopping.' Then Marge looking around asked. "what ever brought you in to a place like this?

My eye brows moved up a bit and I thought what damned business is it of yours. "Curiosity and chapstick. "I bounced back. then "Have a nice day" and gave Marge my back. When I was alone in the store again she returned to the shelf racked with condons 'Surly 'I thought .They must come in different sizes. and I examined several of the packages discovering no such notice of size and was forced back to the girl at the counter. who's eye grew big and round as I dove into the specification I thought would required.

" A moment please" the girl said as she ran off looking for the owner.
"Goota Morgan Mafraw," then seeing surprise in my expression said, "Aw, German? No." then shifting easily in to English she said "you speak American.?"

I nodded affirmative.

"I am Rosemary the owner, how may I help you?"

Any other woman would have run for the door by now but my years as a trial lawyer had tempered me and I repeated the lines I had rehearsed. " Thank you, I seem to be having trouble conveying my request. I simply want one dozen of your largest and strongest condons."

Rosemary, a pharmacist of no little experience blinked at the demand of Largest and she her self after having sold thousands never was aware that they came in different sizes. "Well. !." her eyes rolling up in thought. " I have heard stories,,, Stories mind, I have been married twenty years now, well,,, you know?"

I was starting to lose patients. "Largest and Strongest, remember?"

"Well I have been told that the Japanese .. you know..." and Rosemary's hands palms up waved about in mock helpfulness.

The sales girl, eye bright interrupted. " I know a Japanese man I could ask him."

Both Rosemary and myself looked at the girl, and then at each other brows wrinkle, thinking to ourselves. 'Well!' Rosemary had steered the me over to the counter again the one with all the Condones. Looking for those made in Japan.

I, just by chance happed to glance up and over in to the far corner of the store and saw a person obviously a native pick up a can of spray deodorant, Push it under a soiled tee shirt and squirt some under each arm. Then with out concern replaced the can and walked out of the store. I looked sharply at Rosemary who also had been sadly watching.

"You saw that?" I put to Rosemary.

She nodded saying "Challar." Then realizing that I didn't comprehend added "Cocaine user, An addict, they hang around out side and." Her shoulder went up in defeat. .

I shuttered and brought the conversation back to the job at hand. "Toyota or Mitsubishi" maybe chimed in the sales girl wishing to be helpful. Rosemary looked at her as if saying. " You've had your chance." Then gasped as she found herself looking down at a box labeled "Toyota"

"Sharon" it was Marge's voice. Crisp and attentive. " I just thought you might still be here. My blood went to sub zero but again my training responded and I took a quick side step to the right and picked up anything my hand fell on which just happened to be a large tube of 'Preparation H' which was a hemorrhoid lineament and had a clear plastic side box attached with an long slender anal syringe within. "Yes , yes, I have had trouble selecting exactly what Scott needed." and looked down at the box in my hand. and dropped it as if it had been a live scorpion.

Marge, recognizing the box, looked surprised and said " Why,,, does Scott have those problems too. My George is in agony with out his Preparation H. I'm so happy that he and your Scott will have so much ln common and a lot to talk about."

Rosemary instantly sensing a delicate matter took charge. "This lady," then recalling Marge calling out my name said. "Sharon. who had shown interest in my Botica had inquired about some of my American products."

I jumped into the conversation by saying " Scotts health is just fine. and doesn't required any help from," and fumbled about on the counter retrieving the tube I had just dropped. "This,' Then, "here, this is a gift for you and George," turning to Rosemary. "Please put this on my bill" then back to Marge who was looking at the tube with big round eyes." I insist, consider this as gift for ,,, George. Yes for George. and I hope he will be feeling better after using it."

I rolled my eyes up at Rosemary and signed. "Thanks, and just give me a dozen of those," and pointed to the Toyotas on the counter top.

Before returning to the Resort she stopped at a small music shop which sold tapes. some old 45's and a sizable rack of new CD's I had no intentions of going through the Boutique experience again and hoped that this stop would be a bit less complicated. I stood looking at the vast display. asking to see different discs. mostly Latin and with an enormous display of pictures and information on the front. I locked my teeth expecting the worst. " I'm looking for a disc that is plane on the cover side, you know," and I picked up a disc from the counter pointing to the label side. this side empty. no writing no nothing."

"Then how will you know what's on the disc?"

My eyes bore into the sale girl " I'll listen to it,,, OK?"

The sales girl jumped. looked a me as if I were some new kind of animal that just swam ashore . Then fumbled about under the counter and handed Me a blank disc that was obviously a demo disc of some sort. Peruvian folk she thought.

"I'll take it, How much?"

The Sales girl looking foolish said. "25 dollars." and back away.

"Sharon what ever are do doing here.? " and Marge bolted into the store., then looked at the blank disk that was unwrapped laying on the counter. "What a novel idea. unlabeled disc . How do you know what's on it? "

"Marge I listen to it. that's how,,, Now I suggest you hurry back to the Hotel with George's gift, he may be waiting for it." Marge, as even the in sensitive person can let the words 'Home and George ;is waiting' to touch a nerve. she smile and tossed a hint of a wave and was gone. then I tunied again to the sales girl and asked again, "how much did you say? "

The girl sensing an opportunity quickly said "Twenty seven dollars"

I knew I was being taken but patients long gone flipped a twenty and a ten dollar on the counter and left knowing I had just been robbed of at least ten dollars.

Back at the resort I said greetings to those I passed on the walkways as I made for her room. The no disturb sign was still handing on the knob. Then I keyed the lock pushing the door fully back on its hinges looked into the room. Every thing seemed OK so I move in closing the door behind me checking to make sure it was locked. Then moved to the center of the room, pivoted about searching at every detail to see if it had been tampered with. It appeared that nothing had been touched.

I picked up the Gideon and took it to the bath room. I still was clutching the small bag of Condon's that I had just brought. Set my hand bag on the floor next to the toilet and sat down placing the Gideon on my lap. opened it looking down at the disc. then carefully cut it free from its securing tape and replacing it with the disc that I had purchased in town. With my marking pen wrote the name Ruza across the blank side of the disk, the original disk lay in my lap and I opened the first of the package of Toyota's

It had been a long time but I remember these things and started unrolling the ring over the edge of the disc. and discovered the sharp edges cut the thinn rubber material. fetched a fingernail file and patently rounded the edges to a smooth surface. the second Toyota to almost made it but it too sheered on a sharp edge. so I went at the disc with new vigor. the Third Toyota worked and I secured it with a knot after pressing all the air from within then a fourth and a fifth. all securely knotted and empty of air.

I looked at my handi work and was pleased, Now a though flashed. what the hell was I going to do with it now? The answer had been there all the time. 'South Wall' I carefully picked up all reemergence and wrappers flushing them down the toilet. and just leaving the bath room when Scott entered the room "Hi" and looked at me as I was just leaving the bath room, with the bible. "You OK hon? and gave her a squeeze, a kiss on the forehead as his eyes were looking into the empty bathroom in wonderment.

"Remember that woman Marge on the dive boat yesterday? " he questioned

This stopped me as I was just making up the bed, I tuned looking at him " Yes, what about it?"

"Well I just met George her husband. A real nice guy. and,,, well he invited me on a fishing trip tomorrow Morning. The boat and every thing is arrange. what you say.? is it OK ?"

My mind raced, then, "Alright , I can make a dive in the morning and we meet in town afterwards for lunch. Sounds good Scott. lets do it. Silently I had been hoping that I would have been able to do South Wall this afternoon. But can't have it all I thought.

"Funny thing "Scott remarked . George said we had a lot in common. He appeared to be a nice guy but I don't think I have any thing in common with him... What a strange thing to say. Well any how I hope Bonaire's fishing is as good as it's diving. " End part II

When do we get Pt. 3?

Thanks Capt. Don, I really am enjoying your stories, and I'm hooked on this one

part 3 pleaseeeeeeeeee.
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This chapter dedicated to Elaine Scully
Part Three
3rd person

(This by the way is a true story.)

That afternoon Sharon saw Captain Don who was wading though papers in his office. He looked up as she entered the room. "Well Hello Ms. Sharon. always nice to see you! how come your not diving?

"Well Captain Don,"

" Please Don is just fine." and he pointed to a chair and said "Sit" and
put his full attention to Sharon "What's a matter deep diver. how can I help you? "

She stared at him for a moment thinking this man seems to have an insight that you don't often find these days. She was beginning to feel a bit uneasy as he sat taking her apart, his green `eyes not leaving hers for a second. She turned her head away saying " I'm sorry I've bothered you" and she started to stand, Almost as if he had been standing beside her from the beginning he materialized at her side. placing a restraining hand on her shoulder.

How would you like diving South Wall with me in the morning?

She sat dumbfounded. mind racing then nodded her head "Yeah,,, Yes I'd like that. and as she was leaving the office he said. "Don't look for it on the dive schedule. this will be a,, a special dive just for you."

A t dawn Scott awoke, fussed about the room picking up a lunch sack put together last night by the restaurant, leaning over the bed kissed Sharon good bye on the fore head and quietly left the room. It was 5:45 and just getting light. and he moved off toward the dock and hopefully some good fishing. Sharon was up a seven. dressed in a one piece swim suite and a light beach robe, Don had said take nothing that you won't take in the water with you. Eat a light breakfast and no bagels with sauerkraut and easy on the coffee. They were to take Karen's rental pick up truck. be loaded and on the road right after the last dive boat departed. Don had said driving time would be at least 30 minutes. A good spare tire and changing gear was a must and several gallons of water for any thing but a bath.

It was a fun trip.and Sharon saw parts of the island that she normally would never have seen other wise. Sharon also learned things about diving that no instructor had or would dare tell her during her dive training. She also learned about the deep water poem theory. Captain Don went to great lengths describing the need of consistence self contact knowing at all time that you were fully in control of 'thy self' as he said. This rapture of the deep that is talked about is bull ••••. There is no rapture in evolved, it's pure terror. the worst night mare you could experience or a complete blank out. where the increased pressure and volume of nitrogen gas in your body "trips you out" The deep poem is simply to let you know when you are entering the 'N2 field'.

"For example," he said, "My deep pome is an old nursery rime .and he launched in to his verse.

"Starkel Starkel little twink. who the hell I are you think,
I'm not alchole like some think peep I am
For the drunker i sit her the longer I get.
So home me the way to go show."

Sharon sat fascinated listening to this old' Greek sponge dive' as she came to think of as Captain Don was. She wanted to smile at the myth that was flowing about he cab of her truck like the aurora of the deep. . She had asked for a two hundred foot dive and now she was having second thoughts. Two hundred feet didn't sound like much until you became a diver and knew the fears of just one hundred feet. and she now wanted to double that and she brought her hand up touching the rubber sheeted disc that lay tight to her chest. . Well this old sponge diver was preparing her for just that. Two hundred feet straight down into that cold dark sea.

"Well, how'd you like that. Now I want to hear your pome." and he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

Sharon asked, "This Poem theory, tell me more about it and how does it work.?"

The Old Captain laughed and said " Learned about it from a Princeton Physicist who told me he recited a difficult equation that took his consternation .When this become impossible or he stumbled he knew he was in the fringes of the 'N2 field' and the warning had been given him and he had better get out. and now."

Sharon eyes wide as she looked at Captain Don who for the moment was quite as he steered the tuck around the and through the numerous ruts and bumps that infested the back road leading to some far and distant diving location. and she was beginning to worry about what she might be getting her self into. Suddenly he asked. " Do you have any special poems or something from your other life that might be of use,?"

Well yes ," she said. " I do,"
"Out with it the Captain barked" over the road noise. Lets hear it.

Sharon was becoming quite self conscious as she was being put thorough this crude interrogation.

"Well"

"Ok " she replied. " If I must, I like the owe and the pussy cat went to sea in a beautiful."

"Stop" the Captain hollered. "I know it. just be sure you do.!"

Conversation was increasingly becoming more difficult as the road worsened. 'Sharon,,, what do you do in your other life?"

"What,,, I can't hear you."

He slowed the truck leaving some of the bumps yet to be discovered. and for a moment put his attention directly to her. " Your other life. what is it you do back home. you know. when not on vacation. Housewife mother. boring things like that?" She noted that as he talked his eyes were elsewhere, searching the country side behind us. he returned his attention to his driving and obviously was in thought, some where else perhaps but for this moment he was not in this truck. then he said. "Well?" and turned to looked at her. he was smiling and was now giving her his full attention.

Her concern was real. what the hell was she doing out in the middle of no where going to some place no body knew, to do a two hundred foot dive. and with a man who she only knew by reputation. She was really not beginning to like this. "
"I'm a trial attorney.,, a lawyer,,, and I'm also a mother and a very happily married woman." She emphases the latter. She didn't want this ocean cowboy getting any ideas and trying to jump her bones." and she put her attention to watching out the window at the bleak arid landscaping. too many thoughts racing in her mind. 'What in the hell was she doing here?' and as if to answer that she brought her hand up touching the hard surface resting on the flat of her chest. and she pushed her body back into the seat and steeled her mind against these wild thoughts.

" I kinda thought so,,, what do you do? what do you specialize in? Ambulance chasing?" and he gaffed a laugh, "No,,, I'm joking,,, Seriously what's your specialty?

Her brows came down and she turned looking hard at this,,, this old sponge diver who was trying to act like some civilized person who was living in the out side world. A Robinson Cruso with a scuba tank. trying to impress her .He's probably old enough to have watched Perry Masons and now knows every thing about our business.

"My lawyer was born on the floor of a prison camp." Don said "and is one of the best Abogado around." He glanced over at her. "The best and a friend in fact it was he that made it possible for me to build my diving company." Putting his attention back to the trail he continued. " Born in a prison camp. can you match that,,,? Now, what is it you specialize in?"

Sharon sat grinding her teeth feeling like it was she that sat in the witness box and flipped the switch changing the direction of the conversation. " How much longer till we get there? I feel like I have been riding in a tank."

The old sponge diver laughed " Toots we are here!" and he braked the pick up to a halt on what seemed to be at the top of a cliff. "Come on, every body out its time to have some fun."

"Oh my god Sharon thought" and as she stepped out of the pickup she looked around for escape. Cactus. cactus every where, a few gnarled trees, dried grass and nothing else but the cliff and Don. Her fears rising and she wondered if she could get to her dive knife in the gear bag. However, while these wild thoughts were racing thorough her head she saw that he was completely ignoring her and had opened he hood of the 'Truck and had yanked out a thick black wire holding it as a snake up for her to see.

"Take a look at this. it is the main wire from the coil to the ignition cap. come on over here and take a look see.' She moved slowly over to the side of the truck, then looked down into a cavern of black iron, steel and wires. He held the wire for her to see exactly what it looked like. saying " It goes from here to here" and he positioned the wire so that she could see exactly how it went.

Her fears now quickly evaporation. "Why have you done this}

With this gone. you can't hot wire a car. A good mechanic could by pass it of course. but!" and his arm swung a arc " out here not likely" and he knew exactly what she was thinking. 'Sealing a car... Out here.,, Thieves on a quit little Dutch island way out in the middle of the ocean Stealing cars? he knew exactly her thought.

"What?"

"Yes" he snapped. "Thanks to your TV, and our state of the art cable net work we know exactly how to steal,,, and kill. Less than 15000 people on a rock and we know how to do every thing." He looked at her, then said. "Comon now lets get dressed" and he pulled a wooden box out of the back of the truck dropping it at his feet.. Quick and practiced hand pulled item after item from the box and with in minutes he was dressed ready for the dive and Sharon was still sorting out her gear. She had no though as to how they were to get into the water. The edge of the cliff forgotten as she fought her way into the gear bag. A thin rubber jacket was all that she was to ware and she turned her back on the Captain as she took off her shirt which she had kept buttoned to the neck and quickly fought on her rubber suite. Don had come over grabbing the neck of the jacket pulling it up so the rubber slipped easily up her back . She quickly pulled up the zipper all the way to her neck... The disc now secure and hidden pressed tightly to the flat of her chest.

A thought that had been bother her from the on set of the trip. how was she to be alone when on the face of the wall. She didn't want him hovering over her when she had to... Well she would just have to handle that when the time came. she turned around to see Don putting her dive bag on to of the engine. He placed her dark glasses along with his on top of the bag, His eyes danced over her body leaving her feel almost naked. Looking as if her were visually undressing her. when in truth he was actually dressing her. each item of her dress he examined. then he bent down and unbuckled her bit heavy diving knife that she had stripped to her calf. Her defense and she started to object. when he reached into his own equipment box lifting out a long slender bladed knife similar to the one the wore and slipped it blade first up under her left sleeve. " Your are right handed?' and his eyes rolled up in recall. " Yeah! " and he adjusted the handle for easy with draw. " Easy out" he remarked. " But can cut your arm off when you put it back if your not careful... OK?" she looked down at the knife, at the piece short piece of rope that he had taken from his equipment box then allowed her eye to wander to the edge of the cliff. Following the line on either side of the area in front of them looking to the place that they were to enter the sea.
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End part Three

Part four of seven parts
Don
( sorry I'm late)

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part 4

"Sharon,,, Sharon please. this just might be important. Look," and I tied a knot in the rope. Sharon looked at the knot, then at me. wondering if I had flipped. "Look at this knot carefully. it's just not a normal overhand knot but a sailors figure eight stopper knot. Not one in a thousand people know of this knot. nor could match it with out concentration. yet it appears just a simple over hand knot"

"Why you telling me all this. what's this got to do with the dive?'

I smiled uniting the knot. "Pay attention will you!" and I carefully tied the knot moving my hands very slowly so that Sharon could follow the exact lay of the rope as the knot was tied.

"OK, now you do it. and I pushed the rope at her.

She looked down at the rope in her hands. and tied the simple over hand knot, I tapped her hand with my forefinger. shaking it as a scold. She undid the knot, then did it again. turning the rope over in her hand saw the difference. though both knots to a layman might look the same.

I closed the hood of the pickup, tossed my empty gear box into the back of the truck, pulled out the ignition key securing it to my vest and locked the doors. I stepped back, looking at the vehicle wondering if I had forgotten any thing, then finalizing by tucking the ignition wire into my wet suit. A quick sweep with the eyes of the terrain behind us and moved over to help Sharon.

I helped her on with her tanks. buckling it secure looking at each in turn, Hitched up her weight belt a another notch. Looked at her mask and pointed out a smudge on the glass. Wet my finger with saliva rubbing it out and said. OK toots, let's go do it. In less than a minute had geared myself and was heading for the edge of the cliff.

Sharon bulked. 'Don't call me Toots' she told me then she took one look over the edge at the swirling sea below and uttered. "No way... This lady is not going to jump off of this thing." and she began violently shaking her head. "Don,,, you gotta be crazy.,,, forget it,,, just forget it "

I had been this route before and unceremoniously picked up her sneakers shoving them under my belt. pulled her mask down and grabbing her right hand clamped it on top of the mask. picked up her regulator and shoved it into her mouth. Winked at her, said "OK Toots," then took her by the left hand and simply stepped off the cliff. Actually the height was nothing to make a fuss about any way. maybe ten, fifteen feet, not more. The drop was quick, painless and safe. Crawling down the face of a cliff is the way people can really get hurt.



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Part five
Sharon

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I was petrified. I felt my body falling, as if through space, no starting place nor destination, just falling. Then I felt my bared feet strike the water, not hard. but rather if my body were slipping into a velvet lined tube where a million bubbles fizzed from beneath my feet. Then I stopped falling, the bubbles gone and I found my self in a wonder land of waving soft corals. Fish coming to touch me. and I took my first breath.

A hand slowly turned me around. and the old Captain looking at me. his regulator hanging over his shoulder and he was smiling. just smiling and nodding his head that all was well. In a moment he had put the fins on my feet and was looking me over. Turning me slowly, pulling on this testing on that then pushed himself away from me so that he floated, actually suspended like hanging. arms hugging his chest feet crossed at the ankles he simply hung suspended as if held by a wire.

He looked at his watch. and indicated for me to wait. he held up a finger as if asking for one minute. Tapped his mask with bother fingers signaling to wait. look around and enjoy, Then to my surprise took out a hard bread roll from under his suit and commenced feeding the Yellow Tailed fishes. The came in hordes. and I lost sight of him buried in the swirling mass. Then I became aware that he was setting the bezel of his watch. He looked at me signaling that we were to start down the hill.

We had jumped into about thirty feet of water and recalling the diagram he had sketched in the dirt. The edge of the real undersea wall didn't actually start until about sixty feet. The hill as he called it was a downward slope of about 45 degrees. then at a moment turning to a 90 degree angle plunging vertically down into the bowels of the earth.

I felt him take my hand as we moved toward the looming edge. we were swimming close to the bottom just over the tops of the corals. and as we came to the edge it was as if we had been moving over a tabletop of granite and at the edge found ourselves looking down into a void of stygian black. as if looking into a black stales sky. I had no feeling. I was just there observing. no fear or apprehension. Just an observer. That was until we moved out over this vastness and I was aware of his pulling me down onto this abyss.

Reaction was like sudden realization that it was I who was here. my body and mind and I was enter a place that from which I might never return from.

I felt the Captain tugging, and we started spinning so as to face the wall. Instantly my reaction changed. I now had visual contact with something I could relate to. A brown wall with a million crevasses. small corals. a few sponges and an abundant of reaching green wire corals. stretching outward from the wall as if searching for my regulator. my arms, my body and I made an effort to push back, back away from the wall. And we continued to drop.

I was aware that there were less small fish. The larger fish seemed to be moving in taking there place, and the thought of sharks brought primitive fear. I darted a quick look at the Captain who as before had his regulator hanging over his shoulder appeared to be simply looking about then at me. and smiled. then without obvious concern picked up the regulator popping it in to his month. God, Thank god he needed air I was having hallucination that he might be fish dragging me down into his watery habitat. and we continued to drop.

I was starting to get a bit fuzzy and an edge of fear was gnawing at the edges of my mind. The Captain told me over and over of this apprehension. and that I had better be aware of what was happening to me and to know when to get out, so,"The owl and the pussy cat went to sea in a beautiful pea green boat." and we still dropped. the face of the wall racing before my mask. Wire coral slapping my face. then I felt a hand pulling me away, out into deeper water. and we continued to drop.

The Captain was shaking me by the arm. and when he had my attention held up a finger. and crossed it with the side of his other hand. He had told me this signal. What the hell was it. He turned me so as to look into his eyes. then he held up my arm with the depth gauge, pushing it in front of my mask. I tried, all the numbers black and running together. and we still dropped. " The owl. the owl, owl and pussy cat." and I searched for the next word. watching the wall slid up wards before me.

"The owl and the pussy can went to sea." The word were clear. The Captain had pressed his regulator against the top of my head and was reciting. His fingers dug into my forearm and he repeated" The owl and the pussy cat went to sea in a beautiful pea." I found myself saying the poem along with him. each word being pulled from a wad of cotton.

Then we stopped, and I was aware that we weren't dropping any more. I looked at the Captain. who held up two fingers and pointed to his depth gauge. held out his red ribbon which was black. he pushed out his regulator with his tongue and mouthed. "We are here," smiled that god damned smile again, took me by the shoulders turning me to face the wall. I looked over my shoulder just in time to see him give me the adios salute and move away from me.

I should have been horror struck watching him drift away. leaving me looking at the craggy surface of the fall. and I wondered why I was here? Oh yeah. and I grabbed a wire coral tying a knot in the coral like stuff. I looked at the knot. trying to remember. then untied it and did it again. untied it and retied it for the third time. looked at the know and thought '•••• it.' and started moving to the left along the face of the wall. "One. two ,,, two, three, four five. now down. One, two, three, four, five, I looked at the hole. measuring it by eye. wondering if it were large enough. zipped down my wet suit half way down. then my fingers traced the circle of the disc through the cloth of my bathing suit. then finding the top pulled out the condone warped plastic disc.

I studied the size the package. and looked into the black hole. at the package again and started my hand for the hole I had selected knowing some where in my confused brain that if I tore the rubber on a sharp coral I was going to be in serious trouble has and looked at the next hole beneath the one I had chosen. Yes! better and I pushed the package deep inside, testing to see that it was secure. I could do no more and I pushed off from the face of the wall, Turned to see the Captain further down the wall fooling around with some bread and few small fish that seemed to live in one of the caverns.

I looked back at the wall to record exactly what I had done and to my horror saw knot after knot tied in corals in every direction. above me below me, everywhere. Now the Captain was at my side. a firm hand on my elbow and we started up, not sure. but I thought I heard a voice saying "Starkel starkel little twink" and we were really reaching for the surface.

It wasn't long before I became fully aware that the Captaiin was gone. and I was swimming alone. Then a clank , like steel on steel and I searched for the source of the sound,. and there was the old Captain slightly above me and to the left just returning his pick to his belt and moving off to the left. exactly as the dive had been planned. My hand went to my chest where I no longer felt the shape of the disc. and I reached for the memory of what I had just done. and I looked off in the direction of the edge of the wall,,,, wondering!


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Thanks Captain for my part!...I'm still reading!
The reference to "You Pickaninnies" from Chapter one...I haven't heard that since a kid in NY...my parents called us that.
Great reading....

Part Six
3rd person

Wds. 2130 p1 Dedicated to Carole b

The Captain had moved well forward, up and toward the mouth of a large crevasse in the cliff. in about ten or twelve feet he stopped. holding his position by handing on to a large branch of hard coral and watched Sharon closing the distance behind him. he lay horizontal, motionless watching her from between his legs. This was really the first time that he had actually studied he poise, her motion, her swimming abilities. He was impressed and made a note to complement her after the dive.

Sharon knew that the schedule called for them to spend ten minutes or so just hanging around at this depth breathing off some excess nitrogen. She was fascinated at the splendid shelf of soft corals a amongst a base of fantastic shaped hard growths. and felt that she could have spent the rest of her life as a fish here. The majestic-ness of it all was simply over wheeling. It seemed that all her previous dives were chasing Scott from one place to another, trying to keep up with him as he swam after a variety of fish with his new yellow camera a eye glued to the view finder. Actually she had never just stopped and drank in all the phenomenal beauty of the shallow water corals. And now, as she floated along side of the old diver she mentally thanked him for showing her his special side of the reefs.

Don glanced at his watch and pulled his archeologist pick from his belt and waked the bottom of his tank twice. Sharon in a mesmerized dream nearly jumped out of her wet suit. He had told her, one knock for attention and two was to get moving. Don with out even looking in her direction move off to his right into the wide mouth of the crevasse. a mild surge was jerking him around and through him up against a rock cluster that was rich with the long spine urchins. each spine three to four inches in length , black and as formidable as a thousand surgeons needles. Don's leg jerked as twenty five or more of these were driven deep into the mussels of his thigh breaking off leaving the quills deep within.

He stopped , forcing his body away from the cluster ran his fingers over the wound to confirm the injury and continued moving deeper into the open water hall way so to speak and continued hugging the bottom which had now turned to sand and within moment was laying on an underwater beach in five feet of water. He stood up, bracing him self on the shear wall of the cliff. shoved his mask up on to his forehead and turned waiting for Sharon rolling about in a surge that had just entered the crevasse. The Captain, looking down at her rolling about in the shallow water reached down garbed her tank by the neck and simply pulled her up into a standing position. and said. " Its been a pleasure diving with you Toots, now let's get the hell out of here." and his fingers gently sought the wounded thigh again.

Sharon looked around her, then at Don, and pushing her mask up. said " Yeah,,, Boy that was some dive," then" What the hell we doing in here." the gaunt coral cliff staring her in the face.

"First wash that snot off your face it just ain't becoming to a purddy little face like yours." he looked at her for a moment then said. " didn't your instructor ever teach you any manners?"

Sharon was embarrassed. and turn away as she cleaned her self up.

"All right Toots, lets go!" and he started moving deeper into the crack. as the shuffled along in the sand it became obvious that they were walking up a narrow sand ramp and within moment were standing on the top of the cliff almost where they had started from.

He was silent and Sharon whispered "Wow" Then seeing her pick up only yards away asked, "Why did we have to jump off that god damned cliff ?" She was looking at the place where they jumped into the sea an easy city block away. " Yeah ugh Why we do that when we could have just walked in nice and easy right here.? and Sharon was staring into the face of Don who was still warring that damn smile of his. She pushed. "I want to know why. Jesse Don we could have got killed doing that." and her brow came down as she recalled the leap." Damned you anyway." and she punched him on the arm. was intended to be a period on her statement actuarially would up to be a real pound delivered from the shoulder with more than just a little force. Don rocked back. looking a little surprised then laughed.

Jesus Toots. how long you been diving. I just wanted to get to depth quick. Had we gone in by the back door here we would still be decompressing." He was openly laughing now when he said. "If that instructor of yours couldn't teach you how to 'de-snot' your face he sure never could have taught you how to leap. Jesus Toots. that wasn't even twenty feet. Next vacation I'll teach you how to do a back flip from thirty feet." and as he talked he had been looking at the Pick up with interest. " Bad news Toots. !" and he made it to the truck looking at the side window that had been smashed out. crumbled safety glass strewn about on the gray coral stone under the door of the pick up.

"Well the Captain said. I would have thought we were well out of the Bronx neighbor hood way out here all by our selves." and he move around the auto to the driver's side, opened the door with the key and got in. The ignition wires. were a horrible tangle hanging from under the dash board. A quick look showed they had been cut with a knife and just puled down. No insulation had been peeled back on any of the wires indicating that there was no intention to try hot wiring the pick up to steal it. The interior had been ransacked. No stealing, but looking. In the back his gear box had been dumped out on to the bed of the truck. all the items he hadn't taken with him on the dive. Extra knife, three or four condons, belt clips and the such. Nothing taken. Then he triggered the hood latch, got out and opened the lid and looked in, every thing was exactly as he had left it. that surprised him. he fetched the ignition cable from inside his wet suit and shook it dry then plugged in back into place. Drug out all the other miscellaneous stuff he had piled on top of the engine, and threw it into the back of the truck with his gear.

Sharon had stripped her self of all her equipment and was putting a beach robe on over her bathing suit. "OK" she said in a rather guff manor. "What's this all about?" she looked at the wired dangling from under the dash board. "Some body wanted my car." and she looked around "Out her,,, seems a little out of the way for a car thief." and her eyes roamed the interior of the cab and she recalled her room back at the hotel.

"Sharon" Don said. "See if your can find me a flat rock, a piece of coral or something about the size of a big pancake, will ya!"

Sharon. who had been studying the broken window looked up asking "What?"

"Rock, flat. pancake, go.! Don had returned to the front of the car and was pulling out the dip stick for the oil, then stripping in into his hand. He did this more than several times until his hand was black with the old used oil. The he smeared over the wound on his leg. which was more like a dozen black spots covering and area the size of a large dinner plate. This is when Sharon returned with the flat piece of coral she had found. they're were a lot of them laying about on a coral cliff like this.

She looked at the wound. question exactly what had happened. and clamped her teeth when he told her each black spot was the broken end of a urchin needle which was probably driven into his flesh inch or more . and,,,, and there was no hope of ever extracting them. so,,,, he took the coral from Sharon who was still staring at the black oil smeared over the area when he brought the flat of the coral down striking the wound with a terrible whack. A sound that caused her to jump.. he repeated this ten or twelve times. tossed the coral aside and went to fetch more oil to rub into the now bleeding needle holes.

"Well!" she said. "This is another thing my instructor had never taught me." and she slid into the passengers side of the truck and remarked " And I was never taught me how to hot wire a car."

It took another ten minutes sorting out the wires , stripping insulation, and finally starting the engine. truly,,,, a real hot wiring job.

They road in silence until they were back on the asphalt road. it was easier to talk. "You know Don? When I was down there, you know. deep and I was doing my poem as you had suggest it seemed as if I could hear it being recited on the inside of my head. I don';t know. but every thing was strange,,,, know what I mean?"

"Sure I do. This dive I sang. an old song from my Hobo camp days. Kinda like a waltz. ' Take you partner hold her tight. then six to the left and six down to the back. funny Eh. Six to the left and down to the back. Well, Hobos always had a funny way with things.

"You a Hobo?"

" Well when I was a kid back in the thirties I spent a summer with them. Learned more in a week than going to school for a year. My best buddy had a Ph.D. in mechanical engineering. The camp was a good place to be in those rough days.'

Sharon looked at him like he had just arrived from the age of the dinosaurs. Hobos, sweet god she thought and recalling the condons in the back of the truck land I'm out here alone with this guy. Her mind shifting gears she sat puzzling. What's he saying? six left six down. and she turned sharply gazing at him. How could he know. six. I thought it was five. left and five down. Oh god I had better remember it correctly.

Don reached up on the dash board fetching the hank of rope that Sharon had practiced her know tying with. "Did a fine job with your knot. Here. take a good lock at it again. and never forget it. OK!"

Sharon took the short rope rolling it over in her hands. then asked. "Those needles in your leg,,,, you said that they might be as deep as an inch. How you gonna get them out?" don seemed to ignore the question. then " and the rock and the oil what was all that about? My instructor never told us any thing like about sort of thing."

"If he wasn't a tropical diver how would he ever know."

"It, was a she"

" I see,,,, Well Toots. no Doctor, Surgeon, or machine could never get these rascals out. Those needles are so brittle just touch them with tweezers and they will break. So the pounding simply shatters them in your tissue. brakes them up into very small pieces. The old engine oil is a disinfectant of sorts. call it an antibiotic. but it has worked for me for the last forty years. When you get hurt there always seems to be an engine around. Gasoline mind. no diesel. Understand. the body simply adsorbs them." He swerved the truck around a dead goat in the road paying little attention to it. and continued with the conversation. "There is a point here that you should know. Do your whacking just as soon as you can after getting the needles. There is a numbness that covers the pain of the pounding. wait and you had best be drunk when the hammering starts.

The balance of the trip was mostly in thought and silence. Hobos, Knots, and deep water poems was just abut all she could take in one day.




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Part Seven & final
Scott



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I loved this woman. God I loved the hell out of her, I had to be careful my emotions are getting the better of me. " Well Sharon. you have to understand. these last three days have had to be the damnedest days of my life. Our room ransacked, your sudden attachment to the bible, hiding in the bath room like a friggin fundamentalist. Now you think its funny that the bible is missing, the maid probably has taken it to the laundry. Then I find half a dozen rubbers in your drawer. Now,,,, you tell me you spent the whole morning romping around the woods with this,,,, this Captain Don."

I was getting carried away and better get control, I took several deep breaths and looked down at the only thing of value in my life. Sharon was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was shouting down at her. " And,,,, and then you bring our car back smashed up. windows knocked out, Dash board dragging on the floor board. God Sharon. I love you,,,, but what the hells going on?" My tongue was clamped tightly between my teeth as I was ready to accuse her of some real bad stuff. God what was I to think? All morning and she showed no remorse. not a trace of guilt."

Sharon sat staring up at me. I knew from the expression she was getting pissed, drifting into her court room stance after an attack had slammed her back. Yeah,,,, she was getting pissed. Brows coming down mouth a tight liped slash, eyes squeezing down to thin slits. I instinctively moved back, back across the room, hitting a chairas I went and simply collapsed on to its cushion, shrugged and said, " What am I to believe?"

She remained quite, studying me with those wonderful hazed eyes, Then! " How did the fishing go Scott?" she took me by surprise, and pushed herself back on the bed, stretch out. dragging a pillow over shoving it under her head. Her eyes never leaving mine. " Tell me Scott, what is it that George has so much in common with you?" The corners of her mouth slightly curling, yet showing no hint of a smile.

I blinked, "What?"

"George and you! Do you have something in common Scott? how can you have something in common with a man you only met yesterday. Huh, and then you spend most of the day with him. alone out there on that big ocean." There was no let up. " Well Scott what is it that you have in common?

" I,,,, I, Well, What the hell are you suggesting. Jesse Sharon. I just met the guy." I watched her. she was coming on. watching me down the length of her nose. Her hands clamped behind her head. I felt as if a rocket has locked on to my ass. I swallowed several times, looking down at my hands. God! what kind of can of worms had I opened? I sat in thought. Then the penny dropped and I looked up at my wonderful wife Sharon who was openly smiling now , if not silently chuckling. " Goddamned you Sharon, you set me up You actually set me up with that guy and his goddamned,,,, hemorrhoids. Ha." and the moment of tension was broken.

Sharon told me that there had been no way for her to confess the problems she was having because of the "Ruza Disc" You just don't need to know every thing.. But there were some problems. So I went to the Captain thinking he could help me."

" Did he?" I inquired. now I was feeling awful accusing her as I did. But I couldn't let go. "Just tell me about all the rubbers ."I really didn't want to say the next thought in my mind. "There is a story around that this ,,,, this Captain Don is an instructor,,,, in,,,, underwater fornication " Well I had said it.

Sharon came up on an elbow. looking at me smack in the eye. "Really!" and laid back on the bed chuckling to herself. "That's some legacy to have to live up to. Ha!" and she patted the bed along side of her, an open invitation. the crisis passed.

In the taxi, on the way to the airport she chuckeled muttering someting about Peruvian folk music played with a nose flute. She always enjoyed her cases to end with an element of surprise, and wondered if they would ever have bothered to read page 110 , good reading accompanied with some good Peruvian folk music.... played with a nose flute.

[ Back home with her new son. a new adventure behind her, and Scott still not knowing any more that he had to. An old Captain swimming the wonderful reefs of Bonaire. and she wondered just how much of this story he knew. If not hands on then merely by his aquatic instinct Some day she was going to have to return. And she couldn't help but to wonder how she was going to handle that back flip off a thirty foot cliff? and she slipped into thought.... "The owl and the pussy cat went to sea...........!


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There is a lot more to this story but I see the first rays of the new morning light peeping into my studio. So,,,, simply enough. I gotta go milk the chickens now. So,,,, will leave it to you ponder the ending of this yarn.



Captain don/
December 99kk Thah's all gals Thanks for tuning in. However I still got eleven more in the oven, Are you interested.Punch in my profile and tell me strieght. Hokay. don/ I"jm thinking on one called GLAZE. I did it on a dare.

Gotta talk with Freedie, my mod, and see what channel she will give us. She wasn't happy when I got mixed up the the missing girl.
Not my fault.

the Captain.