Father Goose - Sex Stories

Father Goose

... understood with a $20 gold piece for each of them. The tanks were topped off with diesel and I had plenty of provisions and water as well. Especially since I was going to be alone.

I was busy getting ready to get underway when the Navy mugs showed up again. Stopping what I was doing I met them at the dock and they gave me the dope on why they were there. Seems I was going to get some passengers and it wasn't a choice.

The American School in Japan had been closed up due to the frictions with America and most of the students and staff had beat it back to the States. A French woman and eight of her students got in Dutch trying to leave because of paperwork problems. They missed the boat back to the States and instead ended up in Manila. And the Navy wanted them gone.

The one mug just looks me in the eye and says, "Mister, they gotta get outta here. The Japanese are gonna start a war right soon and they're not nice to the ladies. I was at Nanking in '37 and I seen what'll happen. You're taking these ladies or I'm taking your boat and taking them myself. Got it?"

I understood and made that clear. The two mugs started yelling and barking orders as a truck rolled up on the dock. My nine passengers were politely but assertively offloaded from the truck and marched right onto Galene. I had the ladies go down to the galley and told them to stay there until I came back for them. Those dames were scared witless and I didn't get any backtalk.

I got back up topside and ...

... started the engines. Going out on deck I went to cast off.

I gave a salute to the two Navy mugs and they gave me a sharp salute in return. Hard not to respect guys like that. I knew they'd saved these ladies from certain death. I hoped they made it out themselves.

An hour later I cleared the harbor and made for the San Bernadino Strait. Setting the throttle at ten knots I dogged the wheel to keep her on course and then went below to grab the French broad. She followed me back to the wheelhouse and we had a chat.

"Hey, so you're in charge of the sorority downstairs? Why don't you tell me why you're on my boat?"

"Sir, what is your name?" she asked.

"Bob Grant, but aboard ship I'm Captain Bob or Skipper, okay?"

"Yes, Captain Bob. I am Leslie Ducasse. I was in Tokio teaching French and we were stuck there because these girls had turned eighteen and the Japanese refused exit visas to them because their passports were for children. They wanted a very large bribe to allow us to leave and I did not have the money for that."

She took off her hat and her long dark hair spilled out from under it. "We met with a Filipino fisherman and he smuggled us out of Japan. He was risking himself for us and I'll never forget him for this. And your navy won't allow us aboard their ships so here we are on yours."

"Hmm." was all I had to say as I contemplated her. I figured her at five and seven tall, about a buck twenty in weight, and with a proper rack. Nice.

"Are we going to ...