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night on my father’s yacht in the marina with a very old bottle of booze. Care to come to the boat and join me?” he asked, hoping for some sympathy.
     
    “Um, well I’m supposed to dance at the club tonight, but I’ll see if I can get one of the other girls to take my show.” Daisy sounded uncertain.
     
    “Oh… well, if you’re busy I can find someone else who has the time to…” he started to drawl. He felt like being mean to someone, anyone, just to bleed some of the poison from himself that had been building all morning.
    “Oh, no! Baby, don’t do that. I’ll be there. Don’t you worry. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” She jumped right into his sentence, reassuring him.
     
    “Okay. See you soon,” he said and hung up.
     
    Two hours later he was lying on the deck of the boat, sunglasses on, bottle of scotch half empty and hanging from his hand when she strolled over to him and sat on the deck chair beside him.
     
    “Hi, baby.” She grinned down at him.
     
    “Hey,” he said, opening his eyes and looking over at her. She was in a skimpy bikini and it was barely covered by a white tie-front shirt. He laid his head back, his eyes feasting on her body. “I’m so glad you’re here. I need you to make me feel better.”
     
    She grinned and leaned over to him, kissing him softly and slowly for a long moment before running her hands over his bare chest.
     
    “What do you want, baby?” she asked with a happy smile.
     
    He pulled her on top of him and wrapped his arms around her. “Everything. I want everything.”
     
    “You got it.” She  pressed her soft pink lips to his, running the tip of her tongue over them and then taking her sweet time to taste his mouth. She felt his erection grow beneath her body and she giggled happily and reached her hand down to rub the stiffness of it over his shorts.
     
    He arched his back and moaned. “Come on, let’s go downstairs. I don’t need anymore bad publicity.” He sat up slowly and they walked down the steps into the center of the yacht. He took her to the master cabin and slowly began to untie her cover shirt, slipping it from her shoulders as he kissed her breasts, one at a time, and then he let the shirt fall to the floor.
     
    She stared at him for a moment and then closed her eyes and let him do whatever he wanted. He tugged at the strings of her bikini and it too fell away from her body easily, and in moments she was standing before him nude. She pulled his shorts off and ran her hands up his arms, resting them on his shoulders.
     
    Reed lifted his hands to her large round breasts and stroked her hard pink nipples. She’d paid a lot of money for her breasts to look the way they did, and she believed it had been worth every dime. He squeezed and massaged them, cupped them and rubbed them.
     
    “What’s all this about, baby?” She opened her eyes and studied his face. He didn’t look at her, he just studied her body as though he was sealing it into his memory forever.
    “Shhhh.” He hushed her, and moved his hands down over her belly and her hips, then lifted her and laid her back on the bed. She closed her eyes and smiled. Reed took his time running his hands over her legs and then he took a long swig from the bottle of scotch he’d brought with him and offered some to her. She drank. He put the cap back on the bottle and set it close to them on the bed.
     
    “Why are you always around, Daisy?” he asked, running his fingers over the soft triangle of blonde hair beneath her belly and stroking the core of her. “You’re always there when I need you. Why do you do that?” he asked, looking at her face.
     
    “Do you really want to know?” she asked, knowing that it should never be spoken aloud.
     
    “No,” he said and using both his hands, he pushed her thighs open and lowered his face to her, running his tongue over her and slipping it inside of her. She arched her back and soft sighs escaped her. He was slow and