Bobby could easily discern a shapely athletic figure under the gauzy dress. He tried not to stare.
“Yes, we were there,” she responded.
Bobby’s photographic memory instantly started to flash vivid images as his mind sorted through them like a high-speed collater. It was her—-that girl in the tiny faded blue string bikini, he recollected.
“I thought you looked familiar. Great beach, huh?” he said.
“Fantastic. Are you staying here on the Island?”
“Sort of. We’re on our sailboat anchored just offshore. We sailed here from Boston”.
“That’s so cool. Must have been awesome.”
“Oh yeah, it was beyond belief,” he replied.
“Is that man your dad?” she asked as she motioned to Joe.
Bobby paused before he answered, “Yes.”
“Is that your mom?”
“That’s her. I think she’s had like three of those drinks already,” she said as she laughed. “By the way, my name’s Kate.”
“Mine’s Bobby.”
“How long are you guys down here for?” Bobby asked.
“Another two days.”
Joe said to Kim, Kate’s mother, “Perhaps you both would like to join us for dinner? I think it’s easier to get a table for four here than for two.”
As Kim laughed and leaned into him, she said, “That would be fun, Joe, but we’re actually meeting a group of friends here for dinner.” Bobby’s heart sank.
“I have a great idea,” countered Joe. How would you ladies like to go sailing with us tomorrow? Kim cast a glance at her daughter whose sheer dress was gently being blown by the island breeze. Kate smiled back at her. “That sounds fantastic,” said Kim.
“Great. We’ll pick you up in our dinghy at 10:30 in the morning right on this beach. Don’t forget to bring a bathing suit,” Joe said.
The restaurant hostess came up to Joe to announce that the table was ready. Joe and Bobby bid good night to Kim and Kate.
As soon as Bobby sat down, he said to Joe, “You’re a genius. And you’re so smooth. Do you know who she is? She’s that girl I was looking at yesterday on the boat with my binoculars. The one in that tiny faded bikini. You know, the reason we picked that beach”.
“Well, how fortuitous.”
“I think she may like me, Joe,” Bobby said.
“Why shouldn’t she? Just relax and be yourself.”
For Bobby, the rest of the evening was a magical blur. The din of the music from the beach band, the smell of the bougainvillea in the humid night as it wafted its way through the open air dining room, the sweet pungent taste of the island food. As Joe and Bobby walked to the dinghy, Bobby looked heavenwards. The stars shined as brightly as those in the Institute’s planetarium, but they were real. Bobby sat back in the dinghy as Joe followed the moonlight path on the water that led back to Dreamweaver .
Ten thirty the next morning couldn’t come quickly enough. As the dinghy neared the shore, Joe waved and Kate and Kim left the shade of the sea grape trees and walked toward the water. Kate was wearing very tight white shorts and a bikini top covered by a thin light pink camisole. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail. It took all of Bobby’s mental stamina to keep from gawking at her long tanned legs. Once on board, Joe gave them a tour of Dreamweaver, and then with all of the flair of a sommelier in a five star restaurant, he opened a bottle of Dom Perignon that had been chilling in a silver ice bucket, and prepared mimosas for everyone. As he held his champagne flute up to the sun, he said, “I toast—- today. It comes but once.”
Joe and Bobby sailed the boat thru the Sir Francis Drake Passage on toward Tortola. The mountainous islands, azure blue water and dazzling sun were breathtaking. Bobby asked Kate to assist him with the sails, which she gladly did. He could feel her body pressing up against his own as she stood close to him and they bent to the task of hauling the sail ropes. After about ninety minutes of sailing, Dreamweaver anchored a few hundred feet from a
“Yes, we were there,” she responded.
Bobby’s photographic memory instantly started to flash vivid images as his mind sorted through them like a high-speed collater. It was her—-that girl in the tiny faded blue string bikini, he recollected.
“I thought you looked familiar. Great beach, huh?” he said.
“Fantastic. Are you staying here on the Island?”
“Sort of. We’re on our sailboat anchored just offshore. We sailed here from Boston”.
“That’s so cool. Must have been awesome.”
“Oh yeah, it was beyond belief,” he replied.
“Is that man your dad?” she asked as she motioned to Joe.
Bobby paused before he answered, “Yes.”
“Is that your mom?”
“That’s her. I think she’s had like three of those drinks already,” she said as she laughed. “By the way, my name’s Kate.”
“Mine’s Bobby.”
“How long are you guys down here for?” Bobby asked.
“Another two days.”
Joe said to Kim, Kate’s mother, “Perhaps you both would like to join us for dinner? I think it’s easier to get a table for four here than for two.”
As Kim laughed and leaned into him, she said, “That would be fun, Joe, but we’re actually meeting a group of friends here for dinner.” Bobby’s heart sank.
“I have a great idea,” countered Joe. How would you ladies like to go sailing with us tomorrow? Kim cast a glance at her daughter whose sheer dress was gently being blown by the island breeze. Kate smiled back at her. “That sounds fantastic,” said Kim.
“Great. We’ll pick you up in our dinghy at 10:30 in the morning right on this beach. Don’t forget to bring a bathing suit,” Joe said.
The restaurant hostess came up to Joe to announce that the table was ready. Joe and Bobby bid good night to Kim and Kate.
As soon as Bobby sat down, he said to Joe, “You’re a genius. And you’re so smooth. Do you know who she is? She’s that girl I was looking at yesterday on the boat with my binoculars. The one in that tiny faded bikini. You know, the reason we picked that beach”.
“Well, how fortuitous.”
“I think she may like me, Joe,” Bobby said.
“Why shouldn’t she? Just relax and be yourself.”
For Bobby, the rest of the evening was a magical blur. The din of the music from the beach band, the smell of the bougainvillea in the humid night as it wafted its way through the open air dining room, the sweet pungent taste of the island food. As Joe and Bobby walked to the dinghy, Bobby looked heavenwards. The stars shined as brightly as those in the Institute’s planetarium, but they were real. Bobby sat back in the dinghy as Joe followed the moonlight path on the water that led back to Dreamweaver .
Ten thirty the next morning couldn’t come quickly enough. As the dinghy neared the shore, Joe waved and Kate and Kim left the shade of the sea grape trees and walked toward the water. Kate was wearing very tight white shorts and a bikini top covered by a thin light pink camisole. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail. It took all of Bobby’s mental stamina to keep from gawking at her long tanned legs. Once on board, Joe gave them a tour of Dreamweaver, and then with all of the flair of a sommelier in a five star restaurant, he opened a bottle of Dom Perignon that had been chilling in a silver ice bucket, and prepared mimosas for everyone. As he held his champagne flute up to the sun, he said, “I toast—- today. It comes but once.”
Joe and Bobby sailed the boat thru the Sir Francis Drake Passage on toward Tortola. The mountainous islands, azure blue water and dazzling sun were breathtaking. Bobby asked Kate to assist him with the sails, which she gladly did. He could feel her body pressing up against his own as she stood close to him and they bent to the task of hauling the sail ropes. After about ninety minutes of sailing, Dreamweaver anchored a few hundred feet from a
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