Chapter 66: A Job Offer

(One month earlier)

Luke awoke, a sharp pain pulsing over his left eye.  I should have had more water, he thought reproachfully.  He tossed off the covers, glancing back at the sleeping form on the other side of his bed.  The brunette shifted in her sleep, the sheet falling away to reveal an ample left tit with a dark erect nipple.  And no tan line, he noticed.  What was her name again?  Martita?  Marina?  He vaguely remembered chatting her up at the bar last night.  God, I do stupid things when I drink Scotch.

He pulled on some shorts and went up on the deck of the boat to smoke and think.  Lighting his cigar, he reflected on his life.  Six months ago, he’d retired from being a news photog, moved back to Tampa and was living on a boat he rented from a buddy.  He’d finally had enough.