I had not seen Lessa since she was four. She is my niece and lives with my brother and his wife outside London. Her mother is a one-night fling who had left the memory of that night with my brother and disappeared. She is French. My brother had e-mailed me asking if I would take Lessa for the summer holidays. He was going to be traveling on business and his wife was not too hot on the idea of caring for her when her father was away. I live on a 43-foot sailboat, which I bum around on in the Caribbean. I consider myself a "Citizen of the World," keeping no fixed address and sailing where the sun shines. It was agreed that I would meet her in Kingston. She would spend a couple of months with me and then fly back to London in time for the new term.

She came out of Customs, escorted by a flight attendant. My first impression was that she was a cute girl. She was wearing an orange tee shirt, jeans, and sandals. Her dark brown and reddish hair was shoulder length; she was probably 4' 5", about 65 pounds. While she was not skinny, neither could you say she was fat. A well proportioned girl of 10. Her face was pretty, but I think most girls her ages are pretty-a prejudice of mine. After identifying myself to the attendant, she was released to me. She told me that she did not remember me. I think she was a little nervous, but she did a good job of covering it up. I put this down to her spending a lot of time in an English boarding school. Soon she proved to be quite assertive, not the kind of person to let herself be pushed around. Her accent was really cute and her manners excellent.

We took a cab from the airport to the waterfront. She had been sailing in England, so she was a little familiar with boats. I showed her around Magic, my boat, and then we walked to a nearby McDonald's for dinner. We returned to the boat and got underway, motoring out into the harbor to an anchorage. I told Lessa that we wouldn't be going anywhere for a few days as there was a hurricane moving into the Caribbean from the Atlantic. I assured her that the storm would not hit Jamaica but pass well south of the island. She asked if she could take a bath before bed. I laughed, telling her that there was no tub, but the shower was in the head. I showed her how to use it (and how to operate the marine toilet) and left her to take care of herself.

After a few minutes she came into the main cabin wrapped in a towel.

"Donny, I forgot a nightie. Do you have anything?"

I went to my cabin and got her an old tee shirt. She went back into the head and came out wearing it. She sat down and we talked some. She told me about her school and her half brother, Josh. He is my sister-in-law's son by an earlier marriage. He is four years older than she. They got along well, almost never fighting. She doesn't like her stepmother and was really quite pleased to be away for the summer, if she couldn't be with her dad. When she went into the galley for a coke, I noticed that there was no outline of panties under the shirt. My suspicions were confirmed when she bent over to get the coke out of the icebox and I got a good look at her butt. I was privately a little embarrassed, mainly because of my reaction to what I had seen. The knowledge that I was so close to a little girl, a naked little girl, made my pulse speed up. I had always found girls really attractive. In fact, I had always had to guard myself against doing anything I would later regret while my daughter was growing up. While I always had a very physical relationship with her, I had never crossed the line. We were still very close and she came to see me whenever she could, but college and work kept her busy. I made up Lessa's bed in the main cabin and then hit my rack in the aft cabin.

The next morning I got up and went forward to the galley. Lessa was still asleep. She had kicked off the covers and was lying on her belly. The shirt had ridden half way up her back. This was a really attractive picture. Her legs were apart, so her cunt lips could be seen down below her round butt. A little line of pink between her outer lips was her clit. I made coffee and then went into the cockpit to drink it. A few minutes later she came on deck and asked if she could have a cup. I was surprised that she drank coffee. When she came back with her cup, (milk and sugar) she sat across the cockpit from me. She pulled her knees up under her chin. This gave me a full view of her hairless pussy lips. I had trouble not staring. She had her knees together, so her lips peaked out from between her thighs, and her clit peaked out from her lips. Then the crack of her ass disappeared against the seat. She asked if she could swim, I said sure. Then she gave me the second big surprise of the morning when she pulled the tee shirt off and dove into the water, naked.

We spent that day seeing the sights of Kingston. I found it really enjoyable being with her. I had had so much fun raising my daughter and being with Lessa brought back a lot of memories. I really enjoy being around children, especially girls. I think I had a better time than she did.

The second night she was on board she came out from the shower naked. It was obvious that she had no compunction about being "seen". Because it was my habit to go naked whenever possible, I decided to follow my normal routine. I showered and then came out into the cabin in the altogether. She never even blushed, much less said anything. Obviously, nudity was normal to her.

Again, Lessa slept in the main cabin and I stayed in the aft cabin. There is a short passageway that runs forward along the port side from the aft cabin to the rest of the boat, the engine compartment being amidships. I sat up reading for a few minutes, drinking a beer. When nature called I went forward to the head. I was trying to be quiet so I wouldn't wake her up.

As I came around the corner I heard Lessa, I thought she might have been crying. I look around the bulkhead. From my vantagepoint, I could only see her legs. She was laying on her back, her legs were spread and her knees were slightly bent. She was moving them slowly. I leaned forward slightly and saw that she was masturbating. I could see her from the waist down; her head and chest were still hidden. Her hand was on her pussy, two of her fingers between her lips. She was quickly moving them in a circle, rubbing her clit. She humped into her hand, her breath in time with her humps. Her breathing became harder as she moved faster, the excitement building up inside her. I could see that she was beginning to sweat, her skin was shiny in the dim light of the cabin lamp she had asked me to leave on. Then she ran her middle finger into her preteen vagina and fingerfucked herself. She moved her finger in and out, pushing it deep into her, as deep as her finger would go. She was fingering her clit with her other hand, so both of her hands were busy. I couldn't believe what I was watching! The effect of this was awesome. My dick sprang up, aching for attention. I had a raging hard-on, not like any I had had for years. She continued masturbating, her movements becoming faster and faster until, with a moan, she came. She humped hard against her hands, shoving two fingers as deep into her cunt as far as they would go. She lay panting for a moment, then rolled onto her stomach. I crept back to my cabin and jerked off, blowing what seemed like a pint of sperm. Then I climbed through a hatch in the overhead onto deck and pissed over the side.

I sat down to rest and watched the lights of the city across the bay; my heart was still beating hard. I was suffering from a real case of lover's nuts! A couple of minutes later, Lessa came on deck. She stopped for a second when she saw me, but then she came up anyway. She sat down we watched the stars. We were silent. I'm sure that she didn't know that I had been watching her. After a few minutes she got up, kissed me on the cheek and went back below to bed.

We spent the next day at anchor and worked on the boat. There are always hundreds of little jobs to do around a boat, especially one that is lived upon and is sailed as much as Magic. I was really pleased at how she helped me. She is a smart girl and is good with her hands. She was also more than willing to help with some scraping and painting. Late in the afternoon, we put away the tools and went to get cleaned up. Magic had originally had two staterooms, one aft and one all the way forward. Because I live alone on the boat, I have converted the forward room into a workshop/stowage area. If I have guests, the dinette in the main cabin folds down into a double and a settee near the main hatch to the cockpit is also available. The settee serves as a pilot berth when I'm underway, allowing me a place just off the cockpit to sleep. This is where I had put Lessa the night before. We went forward to the shop to use thinner to clean brushes and smudges on ourselves and put the paint away. Lessa complained that her cloths were sticking to her with sweat and, stepping into main cabin pulled them off. Then she ran up on deck and I heard a splash. I stripped off and followed her up and jumped in after her. We swam around and splashed some for a few minutes. Then she swam over to the ladder that was installed on the stern and climbed out. I was at the bottom when she climbed out and I got an ample view of her pussy as she went up. She has thick pussy lips with a slit that extends up her front, not just a little slit down between her legs. Her clit just peeks out from between the lips. Simply, she has the most gorgeous pussy I have ever seen.

It was getting on towards evening and, while I prepared dinner, I turned on the weather radio. The reports were as I expected; the hurricane was going to pass well south of the island, but there were thunderstorms expected over night. I was glad that I had moved the boat to a secure anchorage, away from the dock.

We ate dinner and Lessa went into the head to shower. I called after her to be easy on the water. The tanks were full, but long showers would empty them fast. A few minutes later she came into the main cabin wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her hair. Again, I caught my breath at the sight of her glorious pre-pubescent body. Here was the best example of human beauty. Her black eyes were wide set above a small nose; she had a small mouth. As with many people of Celtic origin, her forehead is broad, her chin wasn't very prominent. She had a long neck and strong shoulders for a girl. As I said earlier, she was not small, but she was not fat either. Unfortunately, I suspect that she will grow up to be fat in middle age, but for now she has a full body, not skinny. Her nipples were just beginning to poke out, giving the promise of coming womanhood. Below her tummy and dimple of a navel, large pussy lips parted the inside of her thighs. If she stood straight, a glimmer of light could be seen from behind her. Again, my cock began to firm, as it did every time I saw her like this. Luckily, I was able to keep from getting a total hard-on. She seemed totally unconscious of my gaze and her effect on me as she combed out her hair. In the cabin light, the red highlights stood out.

After I had showered I took one more turn about the deck to satisfy myself that the boat was secure. As was my custom after dark, I was naked. The humid wind was comfortable. There were flashes of light from over the horizon. I went into the main cabin where Lessa slept and tucked her in before climbing into the double berth in the aft cabin.

Later that night a squall hit, the wind came up and little waves slapped against the side of the boat. In my sleep, I was aware of this, but nothing about the feel of the boat was enough to fully wake me. A little later, however, my sixth sense did alert me. I woke up to see Lessa standing in the doorway to my cabin, watching me.

"Is everything all right?" I asked.

"The lightening scares me." She said.

"You can lay down here, if you want." I said.

I pulled back the sheet to indicate that she could climb in with me and she came into my bunk. She scrunched around with her back to me and we fit like spoons, my back to the wall. I was naked and my cock was only a tee shirt's thickness away from her thighs. She wiggled against me and my cock swelled against her. I tried to move away and I tried to control my breathing which had become ragged. It turned me on so much to be this close to her, but I was afraid of what might happen if she felt my stiff member. I moved away from her, trying desperately to keep my cock under control.

Every time there was a flash of lightening, Lessa would tense up, it seemed that she was trying to make herself small and hide. As the storm passed, I could feel her relax, and she stretched out slightly. As she did this, she moved closer to me and my still enraged cock was up against her thigh. For and instant she held still, and then she seemed to relax totally and lay back against me, lying right against my hard tool. I felt embarrassed but I couldn't move as my back was against the aft bulkhead. I hoped that she did not understand what was going on in my head and in my loins.

Then she reached around behind her and slipped her hand around my cock. She slowly pulled, caressing the top of the head with the palm of her hand. I couldn't believe what was happening. From her gentle touch, it was obvious that she was practiced. She continued stroking me.

After a couple of minutes she said, "Would you rub me too, Donny?"

I slid my hand down between her thighs and then up to her mons, pushing the shirt up. She gave a little sigh and wrapped her leg over mine, spreading her legs for my probing hand. I slid one of my fingers up and down in her slit, feeling her clit harden. My cock was rock hard against her rear. She let go of my cock and held my hand harder against her pussy. I pushed my finger into her vagina, just up to the first knuckle. Her pussy felt tight, but my finger sled easily into her. As I caressed her pussy, she began to breathe deeply and started humping into my hand. After a few minutes I pushed her away and lay her on her back. I pulled the shirt off of her and gazed at her. In the dim light, I could see that her nipples had hardened and her pussy lips were swollen. Again I started fingering her pussy while she rubbed my cock, reaching across herself so she could use both hands. I leaned over and sucked gently on one of her nipples, then the other. While I knew that there was no way my 9-inch manhood could enter her ten-year-old pussy; I desperately wanted to rub her clit with my cock. I turned her so that we were again like spoons, but this time I slid my cock between her legs from behind. She reached down and grasped it, pulling it up against her pussy. She started humping back and forth so that the back of my cock rubbed against her clit. Her lips were spread apart; her dampness lubricated her movements. Meanwhile, she was holding on to the head of my cock with both hands, pulling and rubbing. I gently rubbed and pinched her nipples, which stood out from her chest like small strawberries. As her breath came in gasps and a little cry escaped from her mouth, I shot my load into her hands. My cum added to the wetness, making it smoother for her to rub her clit against me. She started humping faster, groaning quietly and building. She broke out in a sweat as her body shuddered in orgasm. I came for the second time in three minutes, my heart pounding in my throat. After this I used my shirt to wipe up the cum which had soaked her hands and pussy and we fell asleep as the last of the thunder faded into the night.

I woke up early the next morning, just as the sun was brightening the clouds on the eastern horizon. I went forward to the galley and made coffee, all the while with my head spinning. My feelings swung back and forth from elation to guilt to wonder to fear. I sat in the cockpit and contemplated what I should do next. The worst that could happen would be the embarrassment of a family rowe. I am American, the boat is in Jamaica, and the girl is French and lives in Britain. There were just too many conflicting laws involved for any legal problems. Also, I had had my nuts cut after my second kid was born-I was shooting blanks.

I heard Lessa moving around below, the door to the head closed, then opened. She came on deck carrying a cup of coffee. I still wasn't used to the idea of a child drinking coffee. She was still naked (so was I). She walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the lips. I reached up as she pulled away and grabbed her jaw. I pulled her face back to mine and we played the first game of tongue tag. Again, I was amazed at how so young a child could be so grown up.

After she had sat down and we had exchanged the usual "good mornings" we sat in silence for a few minutes. The pause was too much and I had to talk to her.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"Wonderful."

"Ah, are you alright?"

Lessa looked straight at me, "Everything's fine, Don."

"What do you feel about last night?"

"I really liked it. You made me feel so great. I've played like that with Josh, but you made me feel so much better than he does," she said.

"So you've done it with Josh?" It made me feel relieved that I wasn't the first to have contact with her. "What all have you done?"

"Nosey!" she giggled.

After some conversation and conjoling the whole story came out. One night she had gone into her brother's bedroom looking for something. Everyone had gone to bed; she had been reading in her room. She was surprised to see her brother lying in the closet. He had his penis out and was stroking it. It was the first time she had ever seen an erection. He hadn't heard her. He seemed to be looking through a crack in the wall. Lessa didn't know what to do, so she quickly left. As she passed the master bedroom, she heard her stepmother moaning while her father laughed quietly. The next day she checked out the closet and discovered that there was an opening into her parent's bedroom.

A couple of days later she became aware of the sounds of love making in her parent's room. She went down the hall and peeked into her brother's room. He was asleep, so she crept to the closet and peered through the crack in the wall. Her step mom was straddling her father's hips, slowly moving up and down. He was rubbing and kneading her breasts. She had her head thrown back; her blond hair fell down her back. After a few minutes she bent down and started rocking back and forth. Lessa could see his penis as she rocked forward. It disappeared as she rocked back. Her dad sucked on her tits. The rocking became faster and faster until they both gasped and collapsed.

Over the next few weeks, Lessa and Josh became regular spectators to their parent's lovemaking. Soon the exposure to the raw, live sex scenes lead to some exploring. It started when Lessa felt Josh's stiff penis against her while they lay together. She made some fun of him, embarrassing him about his normal reaction to the entertainment. A few days later she saw him masturbating when she came into the bathroom. He was cumming and his jiz was running down his dick and hand. He looked up with a shocked expression; she quickly closed the door and went down the hall.

The next time they lay together in the closet, she could tell he was excited but he was being very careful to hide it. As a joke she reached under him to touch it. To her surprise, he rolled on his side so she could feel it. They stopped and looked at each other. Then Josh gently pulled her hand to his penis. She grasped it but didn't know what to do. He showed her how to stroke it. After a few minutes he came, squirting cum on her nightgown. Over the next few days, before Josh left for boarding school, they "played together" a few times more. As far as I could tell, this play usually involved Lessa giving Josh a hand job while they watched their parents. Later she would masturbate by herself in her room.

That evening I sat up on deck until late. Lessa had gone to bed earlier. I was not sure about what had happened the night before. It was the most wonderful experience and felt so right, but this was my niece and she was just ten years old. I was afraid of what my brother would do if he found out, I was afraid of what she had awakened in me. After what she had told me, I knew that she didn't feel bad about it-in fact, she enjoyed it. But there was a difference between some sex play with her 14- year-old step brother and sex play with her 40-year-old uncle. When I went below I found her asleep in my bed, the picture of innocent childhood. I climbed in next to her and we slept well through the night.

I woke up alone. The sun was up and, through the porthole, I could see that it was another beautiful day in paradise. I lay back and savored the moment. Lessa came into the cabin; naked as the day she was born. Through the sheet, it must have been obvious that my cock was swollen, as it usually is in the morning. Lessa reached down and started stroking it through the sheets and gave me an incredible wet kiss. Next she pulled the sheets down and straddled me. She started rocking back and forth, using my rock hard member to rub her clit. I reached down and around her ass and started fingering her pussy hole. As she rocked up and down, I moved my middle finger in and out of her pussy. She kept up the frontage, her breath matching her rocking. It was really different to have such a light weight on me. I was so turned on by the feeling of her little body against mine. She rocked faster and faster as I started humping against her. Soon she grunted and caught her breath as she came. At the same time I shot my cum between us, on both our bellies. She rolled off me, laughing. She wiped the cum off with her belly and smeared it on my chest. Then she jumped up and ran out of the cabin. I heard a splash as she dove over the side for a swim.

The next day, with the hurricane past, we got underway for the Cayman Islands. We spent the morning at the dock provisioning for a week's passage. With a full load of food, water, and fuel, we left Jamaica at 2 PM. Because Kingston is on the south coast of the island, I first headed south-southwest to get as much sea room as possible before heading west. I would have to sail almost 50 miles to get around Portland Point and get the sea room I wanted before coming to the west. The winds were from the east, so we sailed on a broad reach through the evening and into the night. Lessa went to sleep soon after sunset. I had told her that I would get her up for "watch" before dawn. It was a beautiful night with bright stars and moderate winds. Magic cruised along at 6 knots. At about 3 AM I came around to the west and set the double headsails. For this rig, all the sails amidships and aft are taken down and two triangular sails are put up forward. Because the wind is directly aft, one sail is spread to port and the other to starboard. The rig is balanced, so the boat steers herself straight down wind. I got Lessa up and briefed her on what was going on. I instructed her to wake me if the radar showed any ships within 5 miles, if the wind increased to more than 15 knots, or if the boat turned more than 15 degrees off course. I also told her that, under no circumstances was she to leave the cockpit and go on deck without waking me. The idea of finding myself alone on the boat was a horror I couldn't contemplate. I insisted that she wear a life jacket and safety harness.

I lay down on the pilot berth, just at the bottom of the companionway. The familiar sounds of the boat, with her easy movement lulled me to sleep. I had the various alarms set that I usually use while sailing alone, but because I had a watch on deck, I did not set my clock to wake me every hour to check around the boat.

When I woke up, I took a look around the deck. Magic was sailing easy under the dual headsails. The winds were light and the sea sparkling. Under the circumstances, it was safe to leave the deck watch to a ten-year-old, even a sleepy one. I had hit my rack around 4 AM, it was now 9. The tropical sun was beginning to get intense; soon it would be time to look for shade. Luckily, shade is easy to find on a sailboat.

When I returned to the cockpit, Lessa lifted her head.

"Good morning, Captain. All's well." She said. Then she asked if she could take off the jacket and harness. I said it would be OK, as long as I was up and about.

She pulled the gear off, then stripped out of the shirt and shorts she had been wearing. Then she lay down on her belly on the starboard side, her head away from me. Her legs were just far enough apart to allow me to see her hairless cooch. Her tiny clit was just peeking out from between her thick pussy lips. Her ass was small and beautifully rounded. There were freckles on her calves and across her shoulders. "You look lovely. That's your best looking outfit."

I sat down and pulled out my current book. However, the beauty of the day and the creature across from me was too much of a distraction. The sun was getting hot.

"Lessa, you're going to get burned. You should put on some sunscreen."

"Would you do it for me?"

I went below and brought up the sunscreen. Lessa scooted over to make room for me next to her. I started by putting the lotion on her shoulders and arms. I moved to her back, spreading the white liquid across her shoulder blades and then rubbing it in until it disappeared, leaving her skin shiny. When I squeezed some onto the small of her back she giggled, saying it was cold. Next came her ass, wonderfully rounded cheeks were soft under my hands. She was still very white here, until recently this was `where the sun don't shine.' When my fingers brushed along her butt crack, she tensed them and I felt the muscles below the skin.

I didn't squeeze the sunscreen onto the back of her thighs; this would have tickled her too much. Instead, I put some on my hands and started spreading it on the thigh nearest me. She flared her rear up a little as my fingers worked up between of her legs and I heard a short intake of breath when I brushed up against her pussy crack. I worked down to her left calf. Here there was a light spread of fine short hairs; it would be a couple of years before she would have to start shaving. As yet, there was no sign of hair under her arms and her pussy had just the smallest beginning of light hairs on the lips.

I worked up her right calf and then to her right thigh. As I reached her butt, I moved my thumb far down and caressed her stiff button. She moaned as my thumb parted her lips and moved along her inner pussy lips and clit. She spread her legs further apart, inviting more of the same. I pushed my thumb into her love canal and wrapped my fingers around the front of her thigh. Slowly she started to move her butt up and down and her breathing started to deepen. Then she stopped and rolled over onto her back, a knowing smile on her lips. "It's time to do my front now," she said.

I started with her arms and neck. Her nipples were swollen up. They would expand both in diameter and height when she was excited. I rubbed the sunscreen into her upper chest and then over her pecks. Lessa squirmed and sighed as my hands moved over her nipples. Here there was also no tan; triangles of white flesh outlined the top to her, now forgotten, bikini bathing suit. Brownish-red nipples swam in the middle of the white. She reached over and grasped my cock that had been standing at attention ever since I started working on her back. She slowly stroked it, working up and down my shaft with her soft little hand. I spread the sunscreen over her tummy and lower belly. It was obvious that she had worn a very brief bikini bottom. Her tan stopped no more than an inch above the top of her slit. This was the kind of suit which had made my nuts ache since I was twelve years old. I skipped past her pussy and worked down her thighs and legs. Then I came back up to her pussy. I started by rubbing the sunscreen on her large outer lips. Then I slid my finger back and forth in her slit and tickled her erect clit. She doubled her efforts on my cock as I slipped my middle finger into her cunt, watching it disappear to the second knuckle. I moved it in and out of her. The sight of her writhing with pleasure was too much for me and I blew and enormous load, shooting it at least six inches in the air before it fell on my leg, the deck, and her wrist.

"I don't think that will stop a sunburn," she said laughingly as she wiped my jiz onto my thigh.

I had stopped my ministrations just before I came. So I started fingering her again, looking forward to watching her have another orgasm. Her breathing began to deepen as she closed her eyes. After a few more strokes, I leaned down and kissed her. She opened her mouth to admit my tongue, inviting me with a marvelously wet kiss. I moved to her stiff nipples, first sucking on the left, then running my tongue around the right. By now, I was fingerfucking her with two fingers. She was writhing with pleasure, humping into my hand. Her breathing was raspy when she said, "Lick my down there. My daddy used to do that to Maryellen."

Until now, we had not had any oral sex, but, as she was already exposed to it, I was more than willing. I worked my tongue down her stomach; she giggled as a tickled her navel. I then dove on her slit. As I moved my tongue over her clit I tasted the coconut from the sunscreen. I pushed my tongue in and out of her twat and licked her clit as she started humping into my face. I was so wonderful to lick a hairless pussy! I started stroking myself as Lessa writhed with pleasure, groaning and panting. Alternately, I sucked and licked her clit and pushed my tongue into her pussy. Suddenly she bucked as she came, becoming wet with juices. She collapsed back, panting. I sat down on the seat at her feet and continued to beat off, looking at her. Her nipples were going down but her pussy remained red and swollen. She watched as I came a second time.

Later that day, as the boat continued sailing easy before the wind, I was dozing in the cockpit, lying on my back. I guess I was having a really good dream, because I woke when Lessa started stroking my already hard cock. She was kneeling next to me and had grasped my schlong with both hands. After my initial start, I just laid back to enjoy. She pulled up and down, and the pressure began to build in my nuts as I began to pant with her moves. But she could do better.

"Here," I said, "put both your hands around it, cupping your hands. Then straighten out your thumbs so you rub the bottom of the glans."

Lessa complied, and her slow stroking and soft hands built the jiz up quickly. I told her to speed up and blew my load, pumping jiz over her hands. Then she did something completely unexpected, she leaned over and licked the head of my cock, taking some of my cum on her tongue. She giggled and wiped her hands on my legs. She climbed out of the cockpit and laid down on the foc'sel, leaving me to find some paper towel the clean up.

I went forward and sat down next to her, intending to return the favor. She was lying on her back, eyes closed. She was absolutely incredible. Her body was smooth, soft, hairless. Without preamble, I started running my finger up and down her slit. She immediately started to flare her hips, starting to hump. Her clit was already hard and her nipples were poking up. She opened her mouth to breath as I ran my finger up into her cooch, pushing it as far in as it would go--so far I could feel the lump of her cervix at the top of her vagina. Moving in and out faster, she was panting when she asked me to use two fingers. I complied, adding my pointer finger to the vigorous fucking she was already getting with my middle. I leaned forward and kissed her left nipple, then sucked on her right. She was groaning now and came with a bucking motion. It was then that I saw the blood. I had de-flowered her during the fingerfuck. I pulled my hand away from her; my fingers were stained red. When she saw the blood, she pressed her thighs together, putting her hand between her legs. She rolled on her side, away from me. I lay down next to her and cuddled her. A couple of minutes later, she ran below and took a shower. I rinsed off the deck where some of her blood was smeared.

A few minutes later, when Lessa came back up, she acted as if nothing had happened. She just smiled as she passed the helm and went forward to lie in the shadow of the sails. I felt kind of awkward though, and, after a few minutes, climbed up and sat down next to her.

"How ya doing?" I asked.

"I'm alright. Don't worry about it, I know what happened. I just thought it would happen when I actually, you know, did it. You didn't really hurt me. I wanted you to do what you were doing. I really enjoy being with you like that. It makes me feel grown up and," she paused, "loved."

"You're a beautiful young woman and I'm really attached to you. I really enjoy having you with me, not just for the love making," I said. "I have a lot of fun being around you. Generally I'm pretty lonely out here."

She sat up and put her arms around my neck and we kissed. This was not a kiss of sexual passion but of human kindness and comfort. Again, I was really struck by my feelings. How could a jaded old fart like me have these feelings about a 10-year-old girl? The day wore on in its quiet way, as most days underway do. That evening I made us an especially nice dinner and we watched the sun set off the starboard bow. Again, I stayed up late while Lessa slept. At about 9 PM I had to take in the port headsail and set the main and mizzen sails as the wind was backing to the south. If it had been light, I would have set a mizzen staysail, but I usually slow the boat at night to reduce the risk and severity of collisions with floating debris. At 4 AM I woke her and she took the watch.

At about 6 I came awake because of a change in the behavior of Magic. She was heeling more than before and the waves had come up some. I went to the cockpit where Lessa was sitting. The sky was becoming overcast as clouds crowded in from the east. A check of our position showed us 30 miles east of Grand Cayman. I planned to sail to the north of the island and around to George Town, in the lagoon on the north coast. The weatherfax had indicated an approaching tropical wave from the east, and with it would come a wind shift to the north. I explained this to Lessa and warned her that the wind shift might come quickly. We would have to keep an eye on the clouds and especially watch for a thick cloudbank approaching from the northeast.

At 7:30 I was below making breakfast when Lessa called me up. "Donny, there are some really ugly clouds out here."

I poked my head out of the hatch to see a wall of black clouds about 10 miles off.

"Honey, it looks like a storm may be coming, would you come below and put things away while I take in some sails?" I asked.

As Lessa moved around with a very serious expression on her face I went on deck. The winds had freshened quite a bit during the morning and Magic was moving along well. I had not put out any additional sails with daylight. Now I put a reef in the main and then took in the genoa and replaced it with a working jib. While the genoa was down, I asked Lessa to steer, as the imbalance in the rig made it hard for the self-steering gear to hold her course. Then I took down the mizzen and Magic settled down to a slow easy pace in the building seas. I gave Lessa some sea-sickness pills, this would be her first time in any sort of rough weather, and I didn't need her really miserable. We also put on clothes for the first time in 3 days. It was already a little cool to be nude, and it would be cooler later.

At 8:15 the winds dropped to near calm. The waves were about 6 feet, but with no wind, they were inky looking. Magic wallowed, making for an uncomfortable time as some items crashed to the deck below. Lessa went down to investigate but I told her not to stay if she felt sick, the deck was the safest place for whatever had fallen. A few seconds later she came up and reported that some books had fallen. At 8:20 the wind suddenly came up from the north. There were two strong puffs, then it settled to a steady 35 knots. Soon there was spray washing over the boat as she continued along, making a respectable 8 knots while beating slightly into the wind. I went below and brought up some oilskins for us. The waves built to 8 feet. At around noon, I brought the boat around to the west and approached the entrance to the lagoon. The entrance is deep and well marked, but narrow. As we approached we could see a couple of cruise ships in down town. The entrance to the harbor would be tricky, as, if I got blown more than 50 yards to the east or west, I would crash on the reefs. We came through with no troubles, but I think Lessa found the sight of the breakers on either side of the channel a little unnerving. We anchored in the lagoon at 4 PM and awaited the customs boat.

After passing customs, we motored to a dock were we took on water and fuel. Then we spent the evening in town. I bought Lessa a pretty sundress and a pair of sandals she "just gotta have." I smiled at myself because I was buying her exactly what I didn't want her to use-clothes. We had dinner at a waterfront restaurant and watched the two cruise ships get underway and go to sea. We returned to Magic at about 9 PM and went to bed. This time there was no fooling around. Lessa went straight to my cabin. I came into the cabin to see her sitting on my bunk, propped up on her elbows. One of her legs was straight while the other was bent. She seemed to be purposely displaying her pussy for me; her nipples were already expanding in anticipation. My dick swelled. I walked up to the bed and looked down on her-such a beautiful sight. Then she sat up and reached for my cock. She stroked it a couple of times and then moved to the edge of the bed. I wasn't expecting what came next. She leaned forward and took my hardening schlong into her mouth. She worked the head in and out, sucking vigorously. I began to hump slowly into her face, watching the head and about an inch of my shaft disappear. She continued to work my cock in and out, each time taking it a little deeper until I banged into the back of her throat. She took my cock for two more strokes before I pulled back-I was about to cum and I didn't want to shorten our lovemaking.

I kneeled on the deck and began to eat her wonderful hairless snatch. She leaned back and arched her back as I sucked on her clit and pushed my tongue into her cooch. I ran my tongue around her clit and back and forth in her slit. Her lips were wide and I had the impression that my whole face was buried in her puss. I reached up and stroked her swollen nipples as she humped my face and groaned in orgasm. I sat up and wiped my face with my arm. She lay on the bed, her legs hanging over the edge, feet on the floor. I started rubbing my cock back and forth on her slit.

In a little voice she said, "I want you inside me."

All I did was make a slight change in the angle of my prick and the head pushed against her cunt opening but, it was obvious that I would hurt her if I forced myself into her. In a drawer next to the bed, I had a tube of K-Y. In some ports, you can only get unlubricated condoms, so I kept it there in case I needed it. I took some and spread it on my cock. Lessa watch with interest but did not say anything. After lubing up I put my cock head against her lips it slipped smoothly into her pussy. I stopped, then I slowly moved back and forth, each time pushing a little farther inside her. Lessa gazed up as my cock slid into her tight envelope. First, just the head, then another half inch, and then halfway up the shaft. I started pumping her faster as she lifted her legs up, pressing the inside of her thighs and knees against my ribs. The pressure was building up inside me as she reached up and pulled me down on top of her, her little body squirming tightly against me. She started to moan with my thrusts, humping her loins into me. I crawled forward so my knees were on the bed, supporting my weight on my elbows and knees. Lessa wrapped her legs around me and hugged me tightly. She was literally hanging on me as our passion built. I rolled over on my back, with Lessa on top of me. She moved back and forth, more and more violently impaling herself on my member. With a loud grunt she made two more rocks as I humped, driving my tool as deep into her little tube as it would go. I blew my load deep in her pussy, pumping cum for what seemed hours. Lessa collapsed on top of me, her body running with sweat, her breath coming in pants. Her hair was sticky with sweat. We lay there quietly for many minutes, my dick still throbbing in her pussy. After a while she fell asleep as my cock went flaccid and slipped out of her.

We spent the next day exploring the island. I rented a motor scooter and we drove around. It felt so nice to have her hugging me from behind as we drove through the dunes and along the beaches. On the south side of the island, we found a secluded beach that had a few people on it. It was a nude beach, so we pulled our clothes off and splashed around in the warm surf. We lay in the sun to dry, watching others. As the evening approached, we made our way back to the boat, showered and then went out for the evening. We ate and then went around to a few clubs. I know I looked a little silly out clubbing with a ten-year-old, but I assumed that most people just thought I was a dotting father out with his daughter. I do know that she had a great time being part of an older scene. About midnight, we headed back to Magic.

I put the boat to rights for the night and showered, then made my way to bed while Lessa showered. Lessa came aft later after she had finished. I was reading and finishing up a beer. She sat down on the edge of my bunk, and watched me reading. In anticipation my cock was already swelling. She reached out and started stroking my cock-and it quickly responded by coming to attention. When I reached over to pull her to me she said, "No, this time I'm doing this for you. Just lay back and enjoy."

I did as she commanded, lying on my back. She started a slow, steady stroking of my schlong. She was using two hands-just as I had taught her. She stared directly in my eyes and the cum started to build in me. Then she leaned forward and took the head of my dick into her mouth. She started sucking as she took more and more of my shaft in. My cock got incredibly hard as she bobbed, taking more than half of my shaft before my dick head banged into the back of her throat. Her bobbing became faster and her suction greater. This was totally incredible. I was not at all surprised that Lessa would be familiar with blowjobs, but she was giving me the best head I had ever experienced. She would alternately suck and lick, each time she engulfed my dick with her lips taking it to new depths in her magnificently soft, warm, and wet oral cavity. Her hair fell down over my loins. She made occasional slurping noises when air leaked in between my dick and her lips. The pressure was building inside me as I humped into her face, pushing my dick farther in.

"Honey, I'm going to cum," I moaned.

She looked up and paused. "It's ok," she said. She looked back down, considering my dick for a moment, and then rammed my tool deep down her throat, taking the whole length. I think that her face actually hit my stomach just above my dick as she deep throated me. After two more dives, I came; shooting my wad in eight or ten shots in her mouth. She kept sucking and bobbing. Some of my cum leaked out of the corners of her mouth, running down the side of my dick and over her hands. After she had sucked all the cum out of me, she sat up.

"Yuck," she said through a laugh, "that was disgusting." She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

I reached down and pulled her on top of me, kissing her and shoving my tongue into her mouth. Her mouth was still slippery with my cum and I tasted it as we squirmed together. My dick was still hard between us and a little cum was still flowing out. This mixed with our sweat and saliva to make a slippery lubricant between us. Her nipples formed two hard pebbles against my chest; my still engorged cock rubbed against her pussy and thighs. Things were very wet and very warm and very passionate.

I grabbed her butt with both hands and slid her forward. Her hard nipples stood out from her, otherwise, flat chest. I sucked first on one and then on the other. They tasted salty with her sweat and my cum. She giggled and lifted off of me when I started pushing her farther forward.

With a questioning look she asked, "What do you want?"

"Slide up and sit on my face," I said.

I guess that this was not part of the education she had gotten by watching her parents because I don't think that she grasped my meaning. I slithered down so my face was between her thighs and started licking her lovely hairless cunt. There is nothing like going down on a prepubescent girl. The smoothness of such a hairless, smooth slot is wonderful. Even a shaved pussy still has some roughness to pull on your tongue. Also, a girl's cunt smells and tastes different. There is just a mild scent of a woman's musk.

Lessa got the idea and sat up, kneeling across my face. Looking up I could see her hard nipples. In my minds eye I could see us. Lessa kneeling on me, her hands on the bulkhead in front of her, her head thrown back. She was arching her back and grinding her pus into my face. Her cunt lips were spread wide and her hard clit stood out for the licking and sucking. I pushed my tongue as far into her vagina as it would go. She started bouncing up and down on it like it was a cock, her breath panting. I just kept my tongue out as far and as stiff as I could as she rode it into a shuddering orgasm. Her wetness mixed with my saliva and a trickle ran down my cheek.

"God, that was incredible," she said as she rolled off me and spread out on her stomach on the bed.

Her feet were next to my head so I started licking her ankle.

"Stop that!" she giggled, pulling her feet away. "Come up here."

I turned around and lay down half on my stomach, half on her back. My dick was hard against her thigh. The feeling of being against her was too much and I started slowly humping her leg. I got up on my knees and pushed her legs farther apart. Then I lay down on her, my dick lying along her butt crack. I pushed my right hand under her hips and started fingering her slit. She started moving her hips back and forth, making small humps into my hand. Her cunt was still very wet-dripping in fact. I pushed her legs farther apart with my knees, and lifted off of her. I then pushed my dick between her cooch and the bed. She flared her butt up as I pulled back and my cock slid easily into her love canal. I started humping, running my dick in and out of her tight little pussy as she pushed backwards against me. Her breathing was becoming deeper when she said; "You are incredible. God I love being with you."

I rolled on to my side and I continued to fuck her from behind. I reached around and started fingering her clit. She wrapped her leg over mine, spreading her legs farther to facilitate my fingering of her slot while my dick moved in and out of her vagina. Then I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. She was spread open, leaning back on my chest. I fingered her clit and rubbed her nipples. I just couldn't get enough of feeling her hairless pus and stiff nipples. She lifted off of me, doing a modified crab walk to better move my cock in and out of her slot. She rocked faster as I humped my dick deep into her and fingered her clit. She groaned as she came, her pussy clenched down on my dick and I blew another load into her cunt. This was the best time I had ever had in bed. I had lost my cherry at 14 when the neighbor's wife had to wait too long for her trucker husband to get home. It was amazing to me that a little ten-year-old girl could be such an awesome lover. She rolled off of me, then lay on her belly next to me and gave me an incredible deep kiss. We curled up together and went to sleep.

We spent the next day lazing around the boat and went into town that evening. Again, we visited some of the local clubs and then returned to Magic. We made love that night in a slow and tender way. By now we knew each other well enough that there was no hurry, no anxiety, just wonderful love making. Lessa's child body was the most exciting thing to explore. I was amazed at the pleasure she could give me, and I think she felt the same. The sight of her hairless slit and flat chest, with just the hint of developing breasts, was more of a dream than I ever expected.

After two more days, we left Cayman, sailing for Mexico and the Yucatan. The weather was still beautiful, and we sailed on an easy reach. The transit, four days, took on our regular watch routine. We would both be up during the day, and I would stay on watch until about 3:00 AM. Then, Lessa would take over until mid-morning. All three mornings, she insisted that we make love before she took over the watch. In the dark, she would start to pull gently on my cock as we sat together. Slowly she would stroke it until it reached full attention. At the same time, I rubbed her slit, occasionally slipping my finger up into her vagina. It turned me on so much to feel her bald pussy. Sometimes she would lean down and suck on me for a few minutes, but she would always pull back before I came. Once, she stood up, straddling my knees and pushed her girl parts into my face. I licked and sucked her wonderful snatch as she humped my face. She put her hands on my shoulders until just before she came. Then she pushed my head into her crotch and humped while she came.

After this she slid down, her pussy running along my chest. Then she impaled herself on my cock, slipping it easily into her tight little preteen snatch. She moved up and down, groaning with every stroke, until I shot my semen inside her. Only after she was entirely sated, would she let me hit my rack.

On the third day out we were sailing easy on a sunny afternoon when Lessa came up the companionway laughing. "Look what I found!"

I was embarrassed to see that she had found a vibrator that a friend of mine had left on board a while ago. I had forgotten that it was even still on board.

She sat down and said, "Now, how does this work?" With a twist of the collar at the base, a humming could be heard. She spread her legs and slouched down to provide better access to her pubes. Her full, hairless pussy was in full view. Her large outer lips were apart and the inner lips and her clit were visible. The opening between the inner lips was there and my dick started to harden, wanting to dive into her tight little love canal. This time, however, something else would be finding its way in.

Lessa started rubbing the dildo along her preteen slit. Almost immediately her little lips and clit became engorged. Lessa started breathing a little harder. She continued rubbing her clit with the white plastic tool, I could see that she was getting very excited. And so was I. My dick started to swell the first time she had run the dildo along her slit. Now I was reaching a full hard-on. Then she changed the angle of the dildo and pushed it into her vagina. As it slipped into her, she drew in her breath. My prick was at full attention, aching to be stroked. I started rubbing myself as I watched the dildo move in and out of her. Lessa was giving full attention to herself, her breathing becoming harder as beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her clit was bright red and fully engorged. She pulled the dildo out and just rubbed it up and down her slit, feeling the vibration through her clit, the pleasure building in her loins. She turned the dildo and rammed it deep into her cunt, fucking herself with the plastic phallus. She was breathing harder now, completely lost in her masturbation. Her nipples were sticking up, swollen little strawberries. I was stroking my dick, the pressure building in my balls, when she shuddered and groaned cumming. Two strokes later, I shot my load onto the deck, pumping four-five-six spurts of jiz. Lessa lay back on the cockpit seat, he skin glistening as rivulets of sweat ran down her sides. The dildo was still in her pussy, where she had left it. Its hum was muffled. She left the tool there; not holding it as she put one hand behind her head and let the other arm fell to the deck. The dildo was still deep in her puss.

I found the hum of the vibrator irresistible. I went across to her and started slowly moving it in and out of her pussy. As I pulled it out, her inner lips would be stretched down, not willing to give it up. As I eased it into her, her lips would follow, being pushed up into her. Lessa continued to lay, eyes closed, but her breathing gave her away. As I fucked her with the dildo, she started breathing with its probes. My dick again started to rise, despite the dull ache of lover's nuts.

I ran the vibrator in and out of her a little faster, her breaths became deeper and she started humping to meet its' advances. By now, my dick was at full attention. With my free hand, I grabbed the tube of K-Y I had started keeping in one of the storage bins and squirted some on my tool. Then I pulled the vibrator out and replaced it with my dick. Lessa gasped, I guess she wasn't expecting the switch. My dick is significantly thicker. She pulled her legs up and stared at me with a look of wonder as I fucked her. She was laid out, and I could watch my dick moving in and out of her girl-pussy, her clit rubbing back and forth as I pushed in then pulled out. I stroked faster, and her breathing became harder, again sweat was running down her sides. She arched her back and groaned again, her pussy tightening around my dick. On the next stroke, I came again; leaving my sperm deep in her belly with two or three shots. I fell back, sitting across the cockpit from her, totally exhausted. She lay also, breathing hard, eyes closed, her beautiful naked body in full view of the sky and sun. Some of my cum, mixed with her juices, ran out of her cunt and down into the crack of her ass. We arrived in Cancun the next day around noon.

We spent the afternoon on the beach, watching the other sunbathers. There was a mix of people, but only a few children. Most of the others were tourists, most of them middle-aged. Some of them were quite fat, large rolls and breasts. There were also some younger people, still having beautiful bodies. After one especially good looking woman of about 25 walked by, I could feel that Lessa was upset. The woman had medium sized breasts; her large nipples pointed out straight from firm breasts. Her bush was dark brown, as was her hair, and covered her sex so that only a hint of the lips under it could be made out. She had a flat stomach and well shaped hips and butt. Her face was also quite pretty; she could have been seen in any "men's" magazine in the world.

Lessa was quiet as she walked away, her tanned body being admired by every man on the beach. Lessa looked down at herself, and I could tell that she felt let down. I put my arms around her and held her, then I kissed her neck.

She pulled away slightly. "Do you think I'll look like her?" she asked.

"Honey, you will be a hundred times more beautiful. Right now, you're a hundred times more beautiful." I said.

Lessa was still quiet. "Don't you wish I had breasts?"

"I love you just the way you are," I replied. "I think you're the sexiest, most desirable woman I have ever been with. Your everything I ever wanted in a lover, and more. I love the way you look. I especially like it that you are so smooth and soft. Also, other women just don't give the way you do. You're the best lover I have ever had."

Lessa relaxed and lay up against my side, her head on my shoulder. After a few minutes we went back into the water and splashed around some.

When we went back up onto the beach, Lessa picked up her towel and, taking me by the hand, she lead me back into a gully in the cliffs. After we were out of sight of the beach, she told me to sit down on a ledge. Then she kneeled between my legs and started to suck my cock.

I immediately got rock hard as she took my dick in and out of her mouth, sucking it deep into the back of her throat, then pulling back so only the head was against her tongue. The roughness of her tongue against my glans was incredibly exciting. She also held my stiff shaft with both hands, stroking up and down as she took me deep into her mouth. A couple of times she pulled my cock out of her mouth and licked it along the bottom, from my balls to the head, only to slam it back down her throat.

The pressure was building in my nuts, the cum getting ready to shoot. I told her I was about to cum, but she kept sucking, giving me an incredible blowjob. As my cum pumps came on line, I fired two shots in her mouth. She pulled my dick out and stroked it fast. I fired twice again, my white jiz splattering on her face, across her cheek and forehead, a few drops landing in her hair. She had her mouth open and I could see my cum mixed with her saliva on her tongue and lips. She rammed me back into her mouth as I fired again and again. White bubbles of cum were in the corner of her mouth as she continued sucking every drop.

When I was spent, she looked up and smiled. Some of my cum was still in her mouth, as droplets clung to her face. I reached down and wiped the cum off her cheek and forehead, then I pulled her toward me and gave her a really sloppy open kiss, tasting my salty cum on her tongue. We hugged and kissed. When I reached down between her legs to start to return the favor, she pulled away, however.

"No, later," she said. Then she turned and ran back to the beach, laughing.

Three days later we were underway again, heading back to Jamaica. The winds were light in the morning and, as the sun moved toward the zenith, they died away completely. We were about four miles off shore, drifting. Under the tropical sun, a thick haze developed as the ocean water evaporated. Under the hot assault, I dozed in the cockpit. I awakened when a shadow passed over me. Lessa kneeled down in front of me and took my limp cock in her mouth. As she sucked it in and out, it quickly rose to the occasion. When I was fully erect, she stopped and pulled away.

She stood over me, her hairless pussy even with my face. I loved the look of it, the slit and thick lips parting slightly to show her clit. She put her hands on my shoulders and slowly lowered herself onto my cock. My cockhead pushed against her lips but wasn't going to slip in. Lessa pushed down on my shaft twice, but all she did was push her lips up.

"Put some jelly on it," she demanded.

With a laugh, I reached into the compartment behind me and pulled out the K-Y. I squeezed a dab on my head, right on the piss-hole. Lessa reached down (she had stepped back a bit) and with one finger, spread the lube around the head. Then she stepped forward and again lowered herself on my cock. This time the head easily parted the little-girl lips and I watched my dick slowly disappear into her ten-year-old twat. First the head, then the light colored pink behind the head, and then shaft. About half of my tool was inside her when my head hit the end; I was as far inside her as I would go. She pulled away, lifting herself and pulling my cock out until just the head remained in her love tube. Then she dropped again, ramming me into her cooch. She started bouncing up and down, repeatedly pushing me into her. She was panting with her bounces, her head thrown back, mouth open, eyes closed. My cum was building inside me as I started to hump up to meet her impaling bounces. After what seemed like several minutes, she stopped and stood up, pulling me out of her. She turned around and reached down. Now she gently guided my cock back inside her, but this time she was facing away from me. I reached around and rubbed my fingertips across her hard nipples and fingered her slit. Again, she bounced up and down on my cock, impaling herself. She began moaning with every bounce, sweat breaking out on her body. She leaned back against me; her hair was in my face. She reached up and over her shoulders, wrapping her hand around my head and pulling herself against me. When she climaxed, a loud exclamation escaped from her, "Ahh-ahh-ahh." I fired my load inside her, my head swimming.

It was after we had calmed down (but I was still inside her) that we noticed the fishing boat. It was no more than 50 yards away, and about a half dozen men lined the rail, two with binoculars. At first, Lessa froze while I suppressed a strong desire to laugh. Then she giggled and stood up, waving. She jumped up on deck and stood at the rail, laughing and waving. She was obviously having a good time showing off her body to them. From across the water came applause and whistles. As the fishing boat moved away, Lessa came back down into the cockpit. "Quite a show we gave them!" she laughed.

As Magic crossed the Caribbean, every day moving closer to Jamaica, the mood on my little ship slowly darkened. In the month that had passed, our relationship had developed into something that defies description. Lessa was my lover, my wife, and my daughter. She was also my shipmate and friend. In a short time, we had shared far more than two of such differing ages should share. We had had times where she was my little girl, times when she was my date, times that she was my companion, times when I needed to be a stern father. We had even faced times of danger together. The sea doesn't really care. And yes, Lessa had occasionally misbehaved; she had also spent a lot of time being a child. I knew that, in spite of the strange character of our relationship, she still needed to sometimes play with dolls. It is difficult to change gears when your lover crawls out of bed and wants to play with Barbie. I coped with this by remembering how I played with my older sister when I was a child. At forty, I again was allowed to be eight-what a gift.

We arrived in Kingston two days before Lessa's flight home. We spent the time doing maintenance on Magic and partying in the old city. On the night before she left, Lessa's love making was intense, even desperate. She was on top, ramming down hard on me. Just before we both climaxed, warm drops splashed on my chest. When she dropped down on me, she was crying. She sobbed until she fell asleep.

The next day, we took a cab to the airport. We didn't speak much as Lessa checked in. When the flight was called, she kissed me as any niece would kiss her uncle and walked down the jetway. Just before she turned to enter the 767, she looked back. Her face was ashen-too sad, too heart-broken. At the same time, I felt as if my guts were being wrenched out of me. I was reminded of an old song by Carly Simon.

The memory of your last look- the way you took me by surprise, And the way that you turn my head around. And the way that you turn my head around.

I spent that night in a whorehouse, madly fucking in a blind drunk. But the professional black bitches in Kingston smelled, their fake moans just made me mad. I stumbled into the tropical night, hurt, lonely, pissed off, and sick with remembering. I was stumbling toward the harbor when some jackass hit me across the shoulders with a plank.

I woke up at dawn, I had passed out on the quay wall. The hair on the back of my head was caked with dried blood, my wallet and watch were gone. Magic was waiting for me 100 yards off shore, quietly resting at anchor.