more love than I know what to do
with. Of course, I’ve also had very severe structure, direction and very
little room for mistakes. They’ve always been tough on us, but they do it to
help us discover and explore our potential. They’ve never allowed either of us
to settle for anything less than what they believed we could achieve. They are
incredible, even though they won’t let me fly tomorrow.”
“Let it go. It sounded like your uncle was about to
lay into you,” Rich grinned.
She made a face. “He would have too. He already
informed me that he didn’t care if you were around. Oh, thank you,” she said,
as the pretty waitress placed the salads in front of them. The girl was short,
curvy, with long blonde hair and brown eyes.
“You’re welcome, ma’am. Can I get you anything else?
More tea?”
“No, thank you. Do you work here a lot?” Sam asked,
noticing her speech was well cultured and she carried herself gracefully
despite the movement of the boat.
“Just the weekends. I go to UCSD, bio major.”
“Really? What year?”
“Sophomore in the fall. I want to minor in Chem.
This helps pay lab fees.”
“It’s Jennifer, right?”
“Please, call me Jen.”
“My name is Samantha, this is Rich. Do you plan on
interning anywhere this summer?”
“I tried several places, but no one wants freshmen,” she
sighed with a note of discouragement.
“Here’s my card. Please call me and I might be able
to help you. I work through Pt. Loma base as the director of the marine
biology unit.”
“You’re not serious, are you?” The girl looked
skeptical, before glancing down at the card. Her eyes widened with disbelief.
“I certainly am.” Sam smiled. “But, I do have one
condition.”
“Sure, anything.” Her voice trembled with excitement.
“I would like you to meet my older brother. He’s an engineer
and team commander.” She took out a picture from her purse. “He’s really
cute. And very single.”
Jen bit her lip. “Oh my… How old is he?”
“22. His name is Michael. Well?”
“Would it be okay to call you tomorrow?”
“I’ll be waiting.”
“Thank you, Miss Quimby. Thank you so much!” Jen said
happily, clutching the card.
Rich watched her skip away. “You just made that
girl’s night. What’s Mike going to say?”
“He trusts my judgment. I didn’t like the other
dingbat the second we met and I let him know it. This one has a sweet spirit
to her and a meaty bottom for him to play with,” she giggled. Rich tsked,
leading her outside to the forward bow. They started dancing to the quiet
music being piped in. Sam, her head on Rich’s chest, started to sense the
swirls. She tried to fight it, finding herself relaxing in his strong arms.
He stopped to kiss her soundly and her knees began to buckle. The swirls were
intensifying!
“Rich, slow down,” she panted, melting onto a bench.
Rich joined her. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Not at all. In fact, you are too right. And I think
you are getting some help from some peeping Toms,” Sam said, pointing to the
water. Rich looked over the side to witness the dorsal fins of several
dolphins slicing through the waves beside the boat. “If they had their
druthers, we would be doing more than kissing. Stop it!” she ordered, closing
her eyes to concentrate.
The dolphins flipped playfully, whistling and
squealing their encouragement. Rich watched them in amazement, still holding
her hand as she scolded them. “I’m telling your bull tomorrow! He promised
you would stop! Splasher! Ooo, I’m letting Ton know too.”
“Are they going to get their tail flukes bitten?” Rich
asked humorously as the animals swam quickly away, clicking and spouting.
“That only happens to land walkers. No, the bull will
read them the riot act and Ton will threaten to eat Splasher. I, on the other
hand, need some
with. Of course, I’ve also had very severe structure, direction and very
little room for mistakes. They’ve always been tough on us, but they do it to
help us discover and explore our potential. They’ve never allowed either of us
to settle for anything less than what they believed we could achieve. They are
incredible, even though they won’t let me fly tomorrow.”
“Let it go. It sounded like your uncle was about to
lay into you,” Rich grinned.
She made a face. “He would have too. He already
informed me that he didn’t care if you were around. Oh, thank you,” she said,
as the pretty waitress placed the salads in front of them. The girl was short,
curvy, with long blonde hair and brown eyes.
“You’re welcome, ma’am. Can I get you anything else?
More tea?”
“No, thank you. Do you work here a lot?” Sam asked,
noticing her speech was well cultured and she carried herself gracefully
despite the movement of the boat.
“Just the weekends. I go to UCSD, bio major.”
“Really? What year?”
“Sophomore in the fall. I want to minor in Chem.
This helps pay lab fees.”
“It’s Jennifer, right?”
“Please, call me Jen.”
“My name is Samantha, this is Rich. Do you plan on
interning anywhere this summer?”
“I tried several places, but no one wants freshmen,” she
sighed with a note of discouragement.
“Here’s my card. Please call me and I might be able
to help you. I work through Pt. Loma base as the director of the marine
biology unit.”
“You’re not serious, are you?” The girl looked
skeptical, before glancing down at the card. Her eyes widened with disbelief.
“I certainly am.” Sam smiled. “But, I do have one
condition.”
“Sure, anything.” Her voice trembled with excitement.
“I would like you to meet my older brother. He’s an engineer
and team commander.” She took out a picture from her purse. “He’s really
cute. And very single.”
Jen bit her lip. “Oh my… How old is he?”
“22. His name is Michael. Well?”
“Would it be okay to call you tomorrow?”
“I’ll be waiting.”
“Thank you, Miss Quimby. Thank you so much!” Jen said
happily, clutching the card.
Rich watched her skip away. “You just made that
girl’s night. What’s Mike going to say?”
“He trusts my judgment. I didn’t like the other
dingbat the second we met and I let him know it. This one has a sweet spirit
to her and a meaty bottom for him to play with,” she giggled. Rich tsked,
leading her outside to the forward bow. They started dancing to the quiet
music being piped in. Sam, her head on Rich’s chest, started to sense the
swirls. She tried to fight it, finding herself relaxing in his strong arms.
He stopped to kiss her soundly and her knees began to buckle. The swirls were
intensifying!
“Rich, slow down,” she panted, melting onto a bench.
Rich joined her. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Not at all. In fact, you are too right. And I think
you are getting some help from some peeping Toms,” Sam said, pointing to the
water. Rich looked over the side to witness the dorsal fins of several
dolphins slicing through the waves beside the boat. “If they had their
druthers, we would be doing more than kissing. Stop it!” she ordered, closing
her eyes to concentrate.
The dolphins flipped playfully, whistling and
squealing their encouragement. Rich watched them in amazement, still holding
her hand as she scolded them. “I’m telling your bull tomorrow! He promised
you would stop! Splasher! Ooo, I’m letting Ton know too.”
“Are they going to get their tail flukes bitten?” Rich
asked humorously as the animals swam quickly away, clicking and spouting.
“That only happens to land walkers. No, the bull will
read them the riot act and Ton will threaten to eat Splasher. I, on the other
hand, need some
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