Punishable Offenses

Chapter One-4

“I didn’t plan a thing, but I also don’t take chances.”

She fidgeted nervously for several moments more, then awkwardly made it to her feet, only to realize that she was still naked from the waist down. She snatched her shorts and panties from the floor and fled to the bathroom. Several minutes later, she emerged, restored to some semblance of order.

“I’m sorry. This should never have happened,” she stated in a hurried whisper, then she moved quickly to the door.

“What? You’re going to pretend it didn’t?” the passive Daniel asked.

She turned back. “Yes. Exactly.”

“Suit yourself.” He barely smiled.

The night was huge; the stars looking as if they were about to land on earth and come to life… or fall into the waters of the Long Island Sound. She was aware that the yacht had finally turned back toward the marina, although it was still some distance away. She couldn’t escape the night fast enough, but her only choices were to jump in the water and swim to shore or stay on board until she was safely back on land.

She chose to stay, though she remained a long while on deck, collecting herself, sorting through the strange events of the night and Daniel Prothero’s amazing assault. Never had she felt more sexually alive, but never so ashamed of herself, and there was no way of putting the incongruent feelings into something that she understood.

She finally made her way back to the salon where Robbie was nearly passed out on one of the couches. A few minutes later, they were back on shore, a revived Robbie whisking her silently back home.