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To our Readers,

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We wish to reemphasize that the person posting to StoriesOnLine is NOT the
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James Part IX.
Soaring Visions

James 65

Sara sent me ahead to the cafe as she went to clean up the condo and wait
for the parents' arrival.
   "Hi Janet, I'm James. We met the night Lucy the Turtle beached." I
greeted her and we shook hands. "Where's Dave?"
   "He's in the back, busy with rehearsing." She sighed, "And he doesn't
want me in there to spoil the surprise." She twirled the straw in her drink.
"Are you looking for him for something?"
   "Sort of, he's asked me to come and try out the ribs."
   "Yeah, me too." She grimaced, "It's hard to imagine a grown man getting
so worked up about food."
   "Hey hold up there!" I grinned and patted my stomach, "You're talking to
an insatiable appetite here!" At her smile I continued, "But it's hard to
deny that he's GOOD at what he does."
   "He is, at that, but for once I'd like him to turn his energy into doing
something constructive!"
   The waitress brought out a plate of snacking vegetables and a heaping
mound of ribs. Grinning she said, "Dave said to start serving as soon as you
show up..." She smiled at me and walked off.
   I served Janet and busied myself with the rest.
   "Wow, you weren't kidding about the appetite!" She watched me, "But how
can you taste anything eating that fast?"
   "Oh, I taste it too - saves time if I can do both, you know?" I licked my
fingers, "Nice texture, not too loose or greasy - nice combination of
molasses with the honey. Marjoram with a touch of mint, and lemon zest to
bring it out."
   Janet stared at me with her mouth open, "Wow!" She mouthed, then shook
her head, "No way!" She stared, "How could you know?"
   "Oh, I had some this morning but you should try this batch. He's used
cilantro instead of parsley and about three times more Spanish onion instead
of regular onions. Very nice. Depends on whether you prefer the exotic or
robust taste, of course..." I looked at her, "What do you think?"
   "Wow! I'm speechless! I-I didn't know... You REALLY know your food!"
   "Well, thank you, practice and all that, you know." I took a sip of my
water, "How are the loggerheads doing?"
   "Not well, but we're making a comeback, I think!" She brightened as she
warmed to her story, "We had ten confirmed beachings, with six doubles, up
from last year, and the collection was better. We'll know next month if the
incubation efforts are working. If we have more live releases, we can bring
them back quicker."
   "And the Ridley's?"
   "Still that one colony in the Gulf of Mexico. With 288 adults. 42 more
than last year!" She finished smugly.
   "That must make everyone very happy!"
   "Oh yeah, we're beside ourselves..." She stopped, "If only we knew WHAT
it was that's triggered this comeback, then we can use it for the other
endangered species as well!" She glowed, "Just seeing the joy in people's
faces is so rewarding! Especially the children's faces!"
   "I know what you mean, I saw that when I was here last night. Laughing,
and singing..."
   She was staring hard at me as I turned at Al's booming laugh. He and
Jules and Lucy were escorting Sara and the parents through the door. Lucy
gave Janet a hug and sat down next to her and, after brief introductions,
Jules sat next to me as Al, next to her, continued to discuss golf with Sara
and Sherri's folks.
   "Just when you think you got the course figured out, you get to the
fourth! Man what a beauty, par three and, like the next few holes, looks
like a snap, but then even Tiger bogied it, a week after he birdied it! You
guys are in for a GREAT time!"
   The waitress brought out more servings, giving me a smiling thumbs-up at
the pile of picked-clean bones on my plate.
   "What I do is important too! It's not chicken-shit!" Janet whispered
fiercely at my side.
   "I agree with you, what you do IS important. Any time we lose a species,
we, the human race are the poorer for it." I took her hand, "And so is what
Dave does here, every kid who's shared the laughter here, the joy and
friendship, they all will be richer for it.
   "You and he are both working to better our world and lives, and should be
thanked for it!"
   Lucy looked at her, "Janet, are you OK? You look strange..."
   "Yeah," She sighed, "I'm OK... Now." She hugged Lucy and rocked her
silently.
   The lights dimmed and the spot lit up the stage. Sherri came out and sat
at the synthesizer after giving us a smile and a wave. Her Dad was clapping
and telling everybody, "That's my daughter! On stage! She's my daughter!"
Until his wife punched him.
   Dave climbed up on the stool and grinned self-consciously at the
commotion his appearance caused. Gone were his colorful Hawaiian shirt and
ripped shorts; instead he had a clean yellow shirt and blue jeans, only
threadbare in a couple of places. He scratched his beard, which had been
trimmed to 1/3 its original bush.
   "Er, welcome to Salty Dog Dave's... and I'm Salty Dog Dave. Er, tonight,
I thought I'd do a song for someone here, someone very special... I want to
tell her that, er, that, she's very special... and..."
   Sherri leaned into her mike and laughed, "What Dave wants to say is that
he loves you very much, and he hopes you can forgive him, Janet."
   Janet fidgeted and squirmed at the applause and attention on her, "Oh
god! Last time he sang 'Dammit, Janet' to me! Three times!" I held her hand
as Lucy grabbed her other arm to stop her from running off.
   The noise died as Sherri played a chord and David started a short riff on
the guitar, and sang,

      "Got to say a few things that have been on my mind,
        and you know where mind has been,
       I guess I learned my lesson,
        and now is the time to begin.
       So if you're feeling alright and you're ready for me,
        I know that I'm ready for you
       We better get it on now,
        Cause we've got a whole life to live thru."

Janet's eyes swam with tears as she hummed along, mouthing the words with
Dave,

      "And when your body's had enough of me
        and I'm layin' flat out on the floor
       When you think I've loved you all I can,
        I'm going to love you a little bit more..."

The song ended to complete silence. Softly Sherri replaced Dave's guitar on
the stage and led him to us. She put his hands in Janet's, "You will be very
happy together..." She whispered before turning to join her parents.
   With a moan, Janet threw her arms around him, "God... Oh god..." She
sobbed as she kissed him. The room burst into cheers and frenzied cheering.
   "You're a bastard!" She laughed through her tears, "Rocky Horror one
night and then this..." She held his face and kissed him again. She looked
up tenderly at him, "Say something, honey."
   "I... I love you?"
   "Right answer!" She laughed and kissed him again. Jules nudged me and
pulled me out of my seat to make room for the happy couple.
   "Come on!" Jules took my hand and pulled me outside.
   "My food!" I protested, as a grinning Lucy waved goodbye.
   "We haven't forgotten that!" Jules laughed and showed me the large bag in
her other hand. "Get in!" She urged me into the electric cart.
   "Where to?"
   "The airport! To MiniMax!" She cried, "Haven't you been listening to the
plan?"
   "Eh?"
   "Lord, grant me patience!" She lamented, "The plan we discussed while you
were worshipping Sara's butt!"
   "Oh! My ears were a little muffled then, plus, I was distracted!" I
smacked my lips, "She has a YUMMY butt!"
   "OK - you'll have a chance to refresh your memory later!" She laughed,
"They're gonna try to sneak out early to do some 'tests' on Gyro, then
hightail it out and meet us." I did the walkaround as she checked the gas
and fluids.
   "Where?"
   "Treasure Island." She grinned as I taxied us out, "I hear it's lovely
there."
   "It sure is! Nothing but sand and sea and fish!" I said, checking inside
the doggy bag, "Hey, it's all veggies in here!"
   "Oops! Must've picked up the wrong bag!" She smiled widely and stuck her
tongue out, "Don't worry, they're bringing the rest." She reached over and
rubbed my tummy, "We wouldn't want to starve our poor baby!"
   "Talking about starving, are we gonna be turfed out on the streets when
we can't pay for our shares?" I said, matching course for Drake's Island.
   "Not a chance! I wouldn't be surprised if they put a 'Strong Buy' on it
when it closes Monday." She glinted, "Al may be right, we could be seeing
the sunny side of eighty next week. The timing couldn't have been better,
with the downturn of the auto and air transport industries, mutual funds are
transferring elsewhere, and IC is the perfect place - recreational marine.
High profile, but stable. Already they're calling it the sleeper of the
year!"
   She thought about it, "It'll let me modify our plans somewhat - I'm gonna
hold off selling for a week and that will allow us to retain more shares."
   She pointed down, "Is that it?"
   "That's just one of the barrier reefs, the island is about 1/4 mile
further on."
   I skimmed down to 55ft. "I'm going to angle left and loop in, prevailing
wind is from South-east," I said, "As you saw, the seaward side is quite
hazardous, lots of submerged rocks and sandbanks."
   "Yeah, I wouldn't trust that at all. With the water this clear, it's hard
to tell what's near the surface and what isn't."
   "Yeah - a good reason to keep boats away." I pointed out the red-and-whit
e-painted radar reflectors that surrounded the area.
   I landed outside the warning markers and, with Jules perched over the
windshield, cruised dead slow into the bay. Knowing that Sherri, with Gyro's
deeper draft had successfully navigated the course was comforting but no
less nerve wracking.
   "How on earth did you guys do it the first time?" Jules marveled when we
finally rolled up on the beach.
   "Sherri did it herself! Sara and I were... indisposed."
   "No doubt!" Jules laughed, helping me tie the plane down against a brush
and some rocks. "She did one hell of a job."
   We dropped our gear next to a small tree and Jules looked out at the wide
expanse of ocean before her, "Wow!" She breathed, "That's some view!" She
leaned her head on my shoulder, "We seem so tiny and insignificant here...
The world sure is a big place!"
   "Yeah, but it's not easy to find a prime piece of real estate like this
that's not messed up by people!"
   I sat on the rubber mats we had brought and Jules sat next to me and
started peeling off her jeans.
   "What IS that?" I stared at the wispy piece of underwear she had on.
   "Like it?" She grinned, "It's a string tanga. It doesn't leave
panty-lines with these jeans."
   "It's a waste of money, if you ask me."
   "Why? It's not that expensive!"
   "It is if every one who sees them just wants to rip them right off you!"
I made a grab for them.
   "OK, OK," She laughed, rolling out of the way, "You want them so much,
I'll take them off for you!" She rolled upright and stood with her feet
apart.
   Watching me intently, she slipped a hand under the elastic and moved it
down, just a half inch but my cock quivered.
   I followed her long tanned legs up her body. Jules' face was hidden in
the shadows but her eyes glowed brightly and her golden hair, haloed by the
sun, shook and danced in her efforts and lust.
   She repeated the motion on the other side, coupled with a small twitch of
her hips, licking her lips as she glanced at the tent in my shorts.
   Before she had them halfway off I was panting and my erection quaking in
anticipation. Jules was breathing throatily and was running her hands over
her smooth belly as she nudged her tanga down. "Take your fucking pants
off!" She whispered hoarsely, "Before I rip THEM off!"
   With shaking hands I tore my zip down and kicked my shorts off, she
watched me through slitted eyes, nostrils flared in need. She stepped out of
her panties and knelt over my knees, leaning her hands on my shoulders, "You
ready to be fucked?" She said through gritted teeth, "You, mister, are going
to be FUCKED!"
   She crouched forward, spreading her moisture along my pounding prick, the
touch drawing sparks and gasps from me.
   I almost came when she slipped over me with her incredible heat. I
stopped her with just the tip inside and waited until my shaking stopped.
Slowly she pushed down on me, groaning and pausing between each gentle
movement. I untied her shirt and stroked her angry nipples, hard and bunched
in desire, her shaking started again as I raked my fingers around her fleshy
cones.
   "Ughh! Ughh!" She pushed herself against my hands, sliding her body
against mine and jamming her cunt on me as she peaked.
   For a long time she shook on me, humming and rubbing her face against
mine, then Jules whispered, "You have to do the work, I'm totally drained."
   "Isn't that supposed to be MY line?" I smiled as I flipped us around.
   "I don't care... Fuck me..." She moaned, her nails on my back, "Ohhh! But
slowly!" She grabbed my ass, "N-not used to your big thing!" She snickered
weakly.
   I slowed my pace and she smiled up at me, pulling my face down for a kiss
as we languorously built towards our climaxes.
   We were humming and teasing each other's tongues when we heard Sara and
Sherri's voices coming over the dune, which stopped as they saw us.
   "Ah yes," Sara intoned, "Here is the famous Drake Island lighthouse, with
its beautiful lady keeper. Ceaselessly, tirelessly, it flashes its white
light to warn passing ships of the dangers of these waters."
   "And what, may I ask, is the beautiful lighthouse keeper doing?" Sherri
chimes in.
   "Ah, she is regulating the frequency of the flashes..."
   "And how, may one ask again, does she do this?"
   "Ah, that is the age old question, but I'm afraid it is a secret handed
down from keeper to keeper!"
    I could feel myself losing my tireless flashing to laughter. Jules
humped her groin at me, "D-don't stop! Don't fucking stop!" and showed them
a finger, which Sara licked and sucked in her mouth.
   "Hmmm," Sherri said, "I may have heard something about it!" She reached
between my legs and wrapped her warm and soft hands on my balls.
   "Ahhhhhh!" I cried, as I shoved my whole length into Jules.
   "Oh god!" Jules raised her hips to meet mine, "Don't stop, ahh, yessss!
Don't stop!"
   I began pounding into her, encouraged by hands and lips softly caressing
us. With a mind-ripping shudder I shook and shivered and emptied myself into
Jules' tender cunt and laid shaking on her groaning my pleasure.
   JulieAnn eased me off and tumbled Sara into her embrace, "Light-house
keeper, huh?"
   "Yeah" Sherri said softly as she laid down on me, "The sweetest keeper a
lighthouse could ever have, listen...

      "The ocean's blue is in her eyes,
       Its coral in her lips,
        And in her cheek the mingled dyes
       No sea-shell could eclipse!
        And, as she climbs the weedy rocks,
       And with the sunshine plays,
        The wind that lifts her golden locks
       Seems more to love their rays."

   "Ohh! You sweethearts!" Jules purred, kissing Sherri and Sara softly.
   "And what about me?" I prompted.
   "A fine lighthouse you are too! My love!" Sherri laughed,

      "The sea-fog, like a fallen cloud,
        Rolled in and dimmed its fire;
       Roared the gale louder and more loud,
        And sprang the billows higher!
       Above the gale that wailed and rang,
        Above the booming swell,
       With steady and sonorous clang,
        Pealed forth the light-house bell!"

   "Told ya! You're so a-PEAL-ing!"
   "C'mon, show us your sonorous clang!"
   "And where's the swelling boom?" They started laughing.
   "Let's look for that later!" Sara stood and dusted herself off, "We have
to hurry if we want to see the fish! High tide in 20 minutes!" In our
frenzied love making we had not noticed the crashing advance of the incoming
tide, but the waves were already lapping 10 feet from the high water mark.
Hurriedly we dressed and followed Sara and Sherri and the fishing equipment
to the cove where the horseshoe crabs, and the Drums congregated.
   They had already hooked one by the time we arrived and were taking turns
playing it. I showed Jules the Romulan zygotes, explaining how the aliens
maintained a base in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle where they collected
their young after they became mature to beam back to their planet, along
with whatever boats and aircraft that stood in their way.
   "Don't listen to him! It's all baloney!" Sherri pointed at the horseshoe
crab in my hand, "Everyone in the Federation knows they're Vulcan zygotes!"
She sniffed.
   "Oh! Right!" Jules exclaimed, "Those are the ones with the ears who
invented the famous Vulcan Lip Lock, right?" She grabbed Sherri and
demonstrated.
   I went to help Sara after they proved they had no need of my assistance
in establishing an Advanced Mind-meld - the version never seen on TV.
   We had landed and were cleaning her catch, a huge 20-pounder, on a rock
by the water when Sara pointed to the far edge of the tidal bore. There was
a lot of splashing and Drums were jumping all over.
   "There must be a big one there!" Sara said as she carefully chose a
half-pound fillet and threaded her hook through it.
   "And it's like 50 feet away! Can you cast that far?"
   "Just watch!" She took five steps back and ran forward with a
double-fisted grip on the rod. With a ear-splitting "Eey-hah!" that Jackie
Chan would've been proud of, she whipped it, launching her lure at the
churning commotion, and 10 feet beyond. Grinning she started retrieving.
   "Holy shit!" Sherri cried, "Wow!"
   "Yeah!" Jules muttered, "That's one tough broad! Wouldn't want to tangle
with her!"
   Just then something grabbed Sara's line, tumbling her forward. Quickly
she planted the end into a hole in the sand and leaned back trying to hold
the powerful fish at bay.
   "Wow!" We all said as a long silver fish launched itself 10 feet in the
air and crashed into the surf. Then it started ripping the line out as it
swam at unbelievable speed across the water, punctuated by brief but
spectacular aerial acrobatics.
   "What is it? Marlin?" Jules asked as we helped Sara hang on to the rod.
   "No..." I said slowly, "I think it's Mr. Teeth - barracuda."
   "Oh no!" Sara gasped, "Like it's over 25, maybe 30lbs! Can we eat it?"
   "Not if they're over 20lbs."
   "Yeah, they have a nerve toxin..." Sherri added as it did a rolling back
summersault and doubled back on itself.
   "OK, let's try this..." Sara said, then at the next leap, she released
the bail, allowing the line to go slack. Magically, the fish flopped back in
and disappeared and, when Sara retrieved the line, it showed the hook and
steel leader still intact.
   "That was one fierce fighter!" Sara sighed, "I'm glad he got away."
   "Me too!" I said, "Dodging teeth that can cut through 50lb leaders is not
my favorite pastime!"
   "Yeah, let's pack up and get dinner going - it's gonna be dark soon."
Sara dispatched us to gather driftwood and to dig a firepit, as she sat to
cut the large Red into steaks.
   With the fire crackling, Sara heated oil in a skillet and cooked the fish
after she lightly covered each piece with a sweet smelling sauce.
   "Dave's recipe gave me an idea, so I added lemon zest and concentrated OJ
to the 4P spice. This should give it a less strident taste; still spicy but
should let the fish flavor through more." Sara continued as we nibbled on
warmed up ribs.
   "Is that what you'll do to the ribs when we get the saffron?"
   "Oh no!" She laughed, "That would be just the thing NOT to do! It'll be
way too fruity! I will suggest he use less zest, and less pepper too. What
he should do is tone down everything so that the saffron can augment the
rib. Shouldn't be that hard to do!"
   "Sounds like you've got a plan."
   "Yeah, a few tests with the saffron should do the trick."
   "And Dave and Janet...?"
   "They're great!" Sherri laughed, "Inseparable now! But he chickened out
about the 'Yes' part! But don't worry, I'll get him to polish up a few more
songs in no time!"
   "And did everything go as planned with the parents?" I asked.
   "Yeah, pretty much, we told them we had to do some sea trials, which went
great by the way; and will bunk in Gyro tonight. They've been on Gyro before
so they know it's pretty spacious and comfortable."
   "And you should hear Al tell them what a great job we did with her!"
   "Yeah, having Al as a staunch supporter is a major plus! He's even
promised to take them golfing tomorrow! He's totally awed by Sherri of
course." Sara said, then turned, "And he seems ready to change his will in
your favor, Jules, what happened?"
   "Oh, he thinks the Wireless gadget is the neatest thing, so I sold him a
two-year plan to give him island-wide coverage, using a revamped microwave
backbone, which we will also supply. That way, everyone can stay in touch
with their offices, even on the back nine!"
   "Does that mean you will have to be here full time?"
   "Oh no." Jules dimpled, "Maybe every other week, because *I* won't be
doing it - we're farming it out to a Cellular provider with a solid
background in Computer links. You know them, AT-Comm - they did the Internet
for us at the Lake." We nodded, as she continued, "Which, coincidentally, is
almost 30% owned by JamPC." She finished, grinning.
   "You know, that's what I like about being filthy rich. So we can eat fish
we had to catch, clean and cook ourselves and sleep on rock hard dirt!"
   "Not us!" Giggled Jules as she and the others piled on me, "We plan to
luxuriate on our king-size James mattress tonight!" There were some rustling
of clothing and suddenly I was covered with warm, squirming, female flesh.
   A sultry voice whispered in my ear, "So, Human, are you ready to
experience the Vulcan Body-meld?"

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