Chapter Three
There’s an azure blue sky above my head, the round orb of the sun beating down on the deck of the boat. I cruise on this ship carefully tucked away from the sunshine under my umbrella so not to burn my skin. Still, I’m happily drifting.
I see little of Billy for two days—mostly at meals, where I’m a brisk accompaniment to his food—dessert perhaps, enough of a confection of kisses to inspire the ongoing meetings that keep him cooped up in his stateroom. I thought by now we’d be sharing our quarters and his bed, but so far, he maintains the same seductive distance he maintained while I was at Blythe’s estate. Meanwhile, my body haunts me with memories of real s*x and my fantastical masturbations.
The mesmerizing Tony Flynn, a photojournalist from New Zealand and Colorado, h
