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at least he didn’t say he wasn’t interested . In the end though, he wasn’t.
“Look Tommy, right now, I am a relatively happy man—got a job, a house, a girl and last but not least, a pick-up truck. That’s all I need for the time being, then as an afterthought, he added. If any of that changes, I’ll consider it.”
In frustration, Tommy opened the Jack Daniels and poured them both a strong one.
“Man, with a million bucks to split we could live the rest of o ur lives on a boat like this.”
“We would have to, replied Char. Do you think that there would be anyplace else we could hide after stealing gold from a guy like Simon Block?”
They went on drinking but Char would not be moved. He was happy earning two bucks an hour working as a gofer , thought Tommy.
The following morning the girls arrived and they took the boat out to Egmont Key, one of the locations of old coastal artillery batteries that once guarded the entrance to Tampa Bay.
They dropped anchor in fifty feet of water off the leeward side of the key and Char jumped in with his Scuba gear in search of crustaceans. He was lucky—he returned in forty minutes with half a dozen lobsters for an evening feast. Tommy fished off the back of the boat and caught two sea bass that Carla fried up for lunch.
In the afternoon, Carla and Char took the dingy over to the beach on Egmont and walked along the shore. It was idyllic in the late afternoon sun, the tide was starting to come in and the air was filled with sea birds flying back and forth along the shoreline, searching for food. They embraced and Char kissed her deeply. He felt that he loved her and that she could make him complete.
Other than their presence, the island was otherwise deserted. He led her behind a dune, spread out a blanket, and began to undress her. Carla feigned surprise and vainly tried to dissuade him, but soon surrendered to her passion and joined him in hurried and powerful sexual congress.
Afterward, they reclined on the sand exhausted. Char pulled out a couple of cigarettes and lit them, handing one to Carla. He was relaxed, happy, and tired. He stared dreamily up at the sky and sighed.
“Ever think about us, Carla?”
“About us, Char? What about us?”
“You know, the future, getting serious, maybe?”
“Listen sweetheart,” she replied. “I like you and we have a good time together, but I’m not looking to get serious with someone anytime soon.” What she left unsaid was that she had no intention of ever getting serious with someone she would have to build from scratch again. Her last husband was a nobody when they met; a junior counsel in a large family run firm.
She molded him into a new man and that allowed him to succeed. She got him to lose weight and get his hair cut by a stylist, rather than a buck fifty barber. She picked out his suits and even helped him pick out a car that reflected the persona he wanted to project—a Triumph TR2, the first sports car ever produced. The car was all power and sleekness.
He became general counsel for the Myers Corporation and started nailing his secretary. It was a cold betrayal and it signaled to Carla that it was time to cash out. She got the mobile home park and a car, not exactly the plums she was looking for, but alimony because of his infidelity amounted to a few dollars more.
She would not make the same mistake a second time. This time she intended to marry someone who was already there—and if and when it came time to cash out, she would have all her ducks in order.
She smiled and Char looked at her.
What are you thinking about baby?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing dear, don’t you think we should be getting back? I don’t want Tommy and his stripper to take off on us.”
Chapter 8 - Family Reunion
Tommy had chosen a nondescript dive bar he knew of on Central Avenue near downtown St. Pete. It was a dusty, poorly lite place full of cracked
“Look Tommy, right now, I am a relatively happy man—got a job, a house, a girl and last but not least, a pick-up truck. That’s all I need for the time being, then as an afterthought, he added. If any of that changes, I’ll consider it.”
In frustration, Tommy opened the Jack Daniels and poured them both a strong one.
“Man, with a million bucks to split we could live the rest of o ur lives on a boat like this.”
“We would have to, replied Char. Do you think that there would be anyplace else we could hide after stealing gold from a guy like Simon Block?”
They went on drinking but Char would not be moved. He was happy earning two bucks an hour working as a gofer , thought Tommy.
The following morning the girls arrived and they took the boat out to Egmont Key, one of the locations of old coastal artillery batteries that once guarded the entrance to Tampa Bay.
They dropped anchor in fifty feet of water off the leeward side of the key and Char jumped in with his Scuba gear in search of crustaceans. He was lucky—he returned in forty minutes with half a dozen lobsters for an evening feast. Tommy fished off the back of the boat and caught two sea bass that Carla fried up for lunch.
In the afternoon, Carla and Char took the dingy over to the beach on Egmont and walked along the shore. It was idyllic in the late afternoon sun, the tide was starting to come in and the air was filled with sea birds flying back and forth along the shoreline, searching for food. They embraced and Char kissed her deeply. He felt that he loved her and that she could make him complete.
Other than their presence, the island was otherwise deserted. He led her behind a dune, spread out a blanket, and began to undress her. Carla feigned surprise and vainly tried to dissuade him, but soon surrendered to her passion and joined him in hurried and powerful sexual congress.
Afterward, they reclined on the sand exhausted. Char pulled out a couple of cigarettes and lit them, handing one to Carla. He was relaxed, happy, and tired. He stared dreamily up at the sky and sighed.
“Ever think about us, Carla?”
“About us, Char? What about us?”
“You know, the future, getting serious, maybe?”
“Listen sweetheart,” she replied. “I like you and we have a good time together, but I’m not looking to get serious with someone anytime soon.” What she left unsaid was that she had no intention of ever getting serious with someone she would have to build from scratch again. Her last husband was a nobody when they met; a junior counsel in a large family run firm.
She molded him into a new man and that allowed him to succeed. She got him to lose weight and get his hair cut by a stylist, rather than a buck fifty barber. She picked out his suits and even helped him pick out a car that reflected the persona he wanted to project—a Triumph TR2, the first sports car ever produced. The car was all power and sleekness.
He became general counsel for the Myers Corporation and started nailing his secretary. It was a cold betrayal and it signaled to Carla that it was time to cash out. She got the mobile home park and a car, not exactly the plums she was looking for, but alimony because of his infidelity amounted to a few dollars more.
She would not make the same mistake a second time. This time she intended to marry someone who was already there—and if and when it came time to cash out, she would have all her ducks in order.
She smiled and Char looked at her.
What are you thinking about baby?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing dear, don’t you think we should be getting back? I don’t want Tommy and his stripper to take off on us.”
Chapter 8 - Family Reunion
Tommy had chosen a nondescript dive bar he knew of on Central Avenue near downtown St. Pete. It was a dusty, poorly lite place full of cracked
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