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Sailing Lessons

... towel out of her pack. "Oops." I said. I had completely forgotten to try the motor out this season. Audrey grinned as I told her, "That's rule number sixteen: Always remember to try the motor before you leave the dock." Audrey squinted at me and said, "Why do I get the feeling that you're making these rules up as you go along?" I shrugged and went below to see if the gas was hooked up to the motor and that the tanks actually had gas in them. Everything was in order and the tanks were each half full. I ran the blower for a few minutes before trying to fire the motor up. It started right up and ran fine. At least that wasn't going to be a problem. I shut the motor off. When I returned topside, I found Audrey stretched out on a towel on top of the cabin. She was lying face down on the cabin roof, facing aft. She had peeled off her shorts and halter top to reveal that tiny black string bikini. I could tell she was watching me when I stepped out on the deck. Audrey had the body of a full-grown woman. I mean, there was nothing boyish about those curves. I stopped right next to where she was laying and tightened the anchor line a little. The cabin roof was about waist high, and Audrey watched over the edge as I worked. "You went to State University didn’t you?” She asked. “Sure,” I said, “That was a little while ago. Are you planning to go to college there?” “Yeah, it sounds like it’s a decadent blast from everything I heard." she said. "It was fun." I said, "What I remember of ...

... it.” I said, grinning. "Did you smoke a lot of pot?" she asked straight out. "Depends on your definition of a lot." I replied, guessing that I shouldn't say too much, although I probably had already. Audrey shifted on her towel and reached for her little pouch. She pulled a joint out of it and offered it to me. "Want to smoke a joint?" she asked, her eyes twinkling. I looked at her for a long moment. (Time out for a reality check. Here I was, corrupting my young niece, or she was corrupting me, one of the two, and I wasn't paying any attention to that little voice deep down inside that was telling me to be careful. I guess I didn't listen to that little voice all that often anyway.) "Did you find that in Uncle Ed's closet too?" I asked, pulling out a lighter. I lit the joint for her and she took a long drag. She was no stranger to this ritual. I took it from her and had a drag. I have since wondered what was in that joint. "You'd be surprised what you can find in Uncle Ed's cabin." she said. She took another drag on the joint and had a sip of champagne. "I don't suppose you've got a key to the cabinets in the master bedroom, do ya?" "Not that I know of." I said. "Fred probably would know where one is. Why do you ask?" "Uh..No reason. I'm just curious, and considering the goodies that get left out in the open, it makes you wonder what Uncle Ed would lock up." She handed the joint back to me. "What kinds of goodies get left out in the open?" I asked. "Oh, all kinds of booze. There ...