Adam Wright was an author. Not a spectacular one, but a household name, for at least six of his books made the best seller lists when they were published. He had written ten so far and the royalties they brought in made life comfortable to say the least.
Born in South West London and went to a local school of no repute though he did rather well, especially in English through being rather a bookworm. Whilst at school, he wrote quite a few pieces that were published in the local paper and on leaving school, applied for a job there and was taken on.
He spent four years working there, writing of local events, news and of the areas personages before moving on to a national newspaper in the city. For eight years he worked for them, reporting and writing the odd short story, though he always referred to himself as being a journalist. It was while working for this newspaper that he wrote his first book entitled Sin in the City which reached the top ten. A story based around the people and professions in the Soho area. A sordid book of the clubs and dives, gambling dens and of the prostitutes and their pimps, not missing out on the gays and transvestites.
He had two on and off affairs, one of the women being married, during this period, sharing his time between the two. The single one lived in his small flat for a period of time till she moved on, basically because he became bored with her and spent more time in writing his second novel rather than pay her the attention she thought she deserved.
With this second book being put into the hands of his publisher, he decided to leave the newspaper and become a full time author. It took three years of research and writing before his third book was published which became another good seller and with the revenue paid to him, bought a small flat in Chelsea.
It was while researching for his fourth book that he met his future wife, Carol Vickers, a sub editor of a fashion weekly magazine. He wanted details of fashion houses and the style of clothes of the seventies of England and the U.S.A., and where better to find this information than at a fashion magazine.
So with the use of his press card that he’d kept, he’d got an interview and Carol was most helpful when he explained what he was after. She took to his good looks and charm and soon accepted dinner dates with him and before the year was out, became his lover.
Carol Vickers was born four years after Adam though she attended an exclusive all girl’s school in North London in her early years. She came from a moderately wealthy family and so had a substantial allowance which enabled her to buy the latest fashionable clothes, avidly reading all that she could on what other people, famous and otherwise, bought or desired.
Like Adam, she excelled in her school in English and became the school’s editor of their news letter. She also had a lesbian affair while there, being seventeen at the time, as well as a short fling with one of the female teachers. It was through her bed mate that she secured a job as an assistant editor on the fashion magazine that her lover’s father owned. Though the job was really that of a gofer, going for this and going for that, one step above that of being a tea lady. But she enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the work even though it was only a weekly periodical.
Her parents paid for an excellent flat in Knightsbridge which meant she didn’t have far to travel to work. Over the years, she had an affair with the editor and rose to be a sub editor, though the affair was short lived, for he was ousted and a female put in charge. But Carol stayed on in her position and got on well with her new boss.
Her life changed when Adam Wright came into her office.
Even after having got all the information he needed for his novel, Adam kept seeing Carol, taking her out to dinner and sometimes a show. The kisses first chaste and then more passionate the hungrier he got until she eventually invited him up to her flat one evening and there they made love for the first time. From then on, it was one night at her flat and a week later, one night in his. This relationship went on for three years before he asked her to marry him. She accepted and they moved into her flat and he sold his in Chelsea and banked the proceeds from the sale.
The wedding was a grand affair though he didn’t have any relatives on his side of the church and hers more than made up the numbers and had an old friend from the newspaper stand beside him as best man.
They honeymooned in the Caribbean and she couldn’t stop him from taking his lap top computer to write graphic prose on the islands during their stay when they were not in bed together. This habit became ingrained for he took it on every holiday they took over the following years, for him to write of the scenery and inhabitants, local customs and such like.
Their holidays at first were for a month at a time but when she was finally made up to become the editor of the magazine, she had to curtail these lengthy periods away to just two weeks. Adam complained that it didn’t give him long enough to get the flavour of the place down into his computer and so after a bitter wrangle on one holiday in Thailand, she returned to England and he stayed on.
They had spent a week on the island of Phuket and a week in the city of Bangkok where the argument took place and she went home and he stayed. Now because he was not earning a salary as it were, he had to stick to a tight budget. Carol had always paid for the holidays and now he had to fend for himself and so moved out of the plush hotel they had been staying at and moved into a rather low place for the next four weeks.
Mind you, he got enough material to write a soft porn novel that he entitled “Thai Thighs”, using a pseudonym because his normal publisher refused to print it. Though with his contacts throughout the business, he found such a publisher of soft porn books and though it didn’t make as much money as his normal efforts, it was a welcome source of income.
From his seedy hotel, he would go out at nights and cruise the night clubs and bordellos for material. He found that Bangkok was a voyeurs paradise where a lot of the brothels had hidden passages where for a small amount of bahts, the currency of Thailand, he could look through peepholes and see the live sex being performed in the room he was looking into.
After a week of visiting various such places, he finished up spending the next three weeks at one, watching what went on until he was persuaded to try having one pretty young man. So for the price of a few drinks, he was introduced to one such man and he went to his room in the brothel and there, for the first time in his life, fucked another man up the backside.
What alarmed him when he was writing up the experience was the fact that he had enjoyed the tightness of the man’s arse as compared to the slackness of a woman’s vagina. So much so, that he fucked the same young man once more during the rest of his stay there and also had his cock sucked and teased in a most erotic way.
That began his habit to spend extra time on these annual holidays so that he could visit and see the different sexual antics of the various countries he and Carol went to, as well as getting to fuck another male in the process.
There was one holiday where this didn’t happen and that was in Spain. It was really just a short break rather than a holiday and they had taken a room in an hotel in the Murcia region, down on the south coast. They had hired a car from the airport and were touring around when they found a new urbanisation being built outside of Mazarron.
They looked in at an estate agent there and found what could be a perfect holiday home for short breaks, so Adam promptly paid a deposit after seeing the show house and selected the site off plan and was told that it would be eighteen months before it would be ready for occupation.
They lied! For it took three years before they could view the villa he had half paid for, but still, it was a dream. Three bedrooms, two en suite shower and toilet, a sun deck up top and the whole plot was just over nine hundred square metres, being a corner plot. The land opposite was designated as a green area and so they wouldn’t have that confined feeling such as in London.
Adam took to it straight away and this caused another argument as he wanted to spend a lot of his time there to write in the quietness and solitude of the place. Carol preferred the bustle and hassle of London, but Adam won out and so the rift set in between them.
He’d now written four pornographic books and was making money on them as well as his serious novels. Inside of two years, he’d had a pool put in at the back of the house and the garden set out and was quite content to sit out under a sun umbrella and write and take the occasional dip in the pool as well as visit one of the few bars that the urbanisation boasted.
He kept himself to himself in regards to his neighbours though he was on first name terms with them, but didn’t really mix with them socially.
Adam was now spending more time out in Spain than he was in England, having also bought a car for shopping and sightseeing. It was this year that was the catalyst. Carol had come out for a week and to try and stave off any recriminations that he was expecting from Carol, took her to a travel agent and there they booked a cruise for the following year. She paid for this on her credit card there and then as by booking early, got a twenty per cent reduction in the price.
It didn’t help, for they spent the whole week bickering and she eventually left to go back to England with the parting shot that if he didn’t return to England within the next three months, she would apply for a divorce on the grounds of desertion. He didn’t say yes and he didn’t say no and just let things slide while he carried on writing while she worked on at the fashion magazine.
They didn’t speak or communicate over the year and Adam was becoming restless in the writing of his pornographic books for he felt that he wasn’t getting the right input into them. What was lacking, he felt, was the feedback on the recipient of male sex as to the feelings and urges of this person who was willing to be fucked by another man. What were his motives in this act? That he must enjoy it was obvious or he wouldn’t be subjecting himself to having another man stuff his prick up his backside.
It was an area of his writing that he’d not really researched and it was when he came across the note from the travel agent that his cruise was imminent and he wondered if by being alone on a cruise he might be able to find an answer.
Paul Denison was a rather pretty boy when he was at the age of eight and his sister, Fiona, two years younger, looked even prettier. So much so, that their mother took them, in answer to an advert in a newspaper to an audition for some advertising opportunities that were being auditioned.
Impeccably dressed and well behaved, they, with a little prompting from their mother, answered all the questions asked and gave a good account of themselves. The outcome being that at that tender age they became known on television in quite a few adverts. Not just television either, but were taken up by various different companies to be used to help promote their merchandise.
They were icons in their schools and it followed them to the extent that their mother vetoed all the other children that they associated with, shielding them from those that she deemed unworthy to be seen in their presence. This made the children somewhat introverted and began to seek solace with each other with this denial of mixing with other children of their own age.
They both revelled in the adoration they got before the cameras and after, being such beautiful children and their mother kept scrap books of all their photo shoots and listings of their promotional adverts.
They grew as children do into fine specimens of the human form. Fiona developing breasts which were perfect in both shape and size as befitting her height though she tended to be a trifle on the thin side which helped her in her later modelling career. Paul grew too and began to develop muscles that he tried to increase by the use of weights, though not too much he was advised and was soon being used in many a male advert as Fiona was in a female role.
In terms of their education, it had been discovered that Paul had an aptitude for drawing and therefore enrolled into an art college at sixteen, for four years where he was not only a student but also a male model for posing at the same time. It was here that he had his first homosexual encounter, and that with one of the art teachers when he was eighteen and when we say homosexual encounter, we mean in its fullest terms.
This was also practised by the teacher to relieve Paul of him getting an erection while posing, looking at the other young people sketching and drawing while in the nude. It was only after a couple of sessions of the teacher going down on him that he was asked if he wanted to fuck him.
Now only having ever fucked his sister when he was seventeen, he was only too happy to try this other avenue of sex and so he fucked his teacher and thoroughly enjoyed it and had no qualms about letting the teacher fuck him in return.
The first time was a bit painful but he soon learned to relax at the point of having a thick heavy prick being pushed up into his arse and taking it in before using his sphincter muscle to excite and aggravate the intruding member into his backside.
Paul came to like both the fucking of a female, the fucking of a male and of being fucked by one of the same sex as himself. He also didn’t mind the oral side either.
Fiona in the meanwhile had gone off to a deportment school and was being taught at how to walk and present herself on a catwalk in the fashion world.
And at eighteen, it was here that she was introduced into the field of lesbianism by having her breasts gently fondled as they were positioned right into brassieres and swim suits and it wasn’t long before one of the other females kissed her during one of these dressing sessions. It soon turned into a kissing match and feverish sucking and tonguing of each other’s sexual parts, bringing forth the nectar that the recipient craved.
So apart from the heterosexual though incestuous relationship that they had between them for the past year, they were learning of the lesbian and homosexual side of life at the same time.
Individually and sometimes together, they went off to various parts of the world to be photographed in exotic locations for all kinds of products, being the resort itself or travel agents, sun lotions, after shave, you name it, they did it and have the T shirt.
Neither had made any real attachments to anybody else even though they had started to drift apart as brother and sister, they still met together when their schedules allowed and would make love together.
So the years went on with Fiona still getting on well in her career where Paul’s started to flounder when he reached his thirties, finding less work in advertising and photo shoots as other young men just as good looking were beginning to take over. It was only on the largesse of his sister that kept him in the style he had been accustomed to and it was now becoming something of a canker to him.
They still went on holidays together when it was convenient and it was just by chance that Fiona picked up a brochure on a Spanish cruise that she fancied and Paul agreed to go with her.
Gary Wiseman and Frank Delaney had known each other for as long as they could remember for they both came from the East End of London and had gone to school together. Now their families were not exactly what you would call Mafia for they didn’t exist in London, but there were certain families that would come under that kind of name, for that part of London had been divided up many years before, in fact, the lines had been drawn up during the Second World War, each controlling their own section, whether it being drugs, gambling or prostitution.
They were not gangs as described in the press, but families, similar to the Mafia though there wasn’t any Italian or Sicilian blood involved. Each had their own territory and they stuck by them.
There was the odd battle when something became an obstruction between them, but it would soon be sorted out with maybe just a little blood spilt, but other than that, they kept to their own turf. The Wiseman family controlled where it was mostly the clothing sweatshops and market stalls. The Delaney family’s area had most of the prostitution with a few gambling places and the third family seemed to have the most of the drug dealers in their patch. Though all had a little of each as well.
As stated, there was little bloodshed between the three families and they mixed together quite frequently and without any problems until the sexual proclivities between Gary and Frank became apparent.
They were both eighteen when they began practising the art of a full homosexual relationship in the fucking of each other, and what is more, enjoying this closeness together. They were well into their twenties before they were discovered as it were, being homosexual lovers.
Well, this put both families into a spin. Heterosexual liaison would have been acceptable to bring the two families closer, but this was not their idea of an acceptable relationship. Both Gary and Frank stated at their separate inquisitions that whatever the families decided, they would not be parted for they both loved each other and that, as far as they were concerned, was the end of the matter.
It was a dilemma that neither family wanted broadcast to the others of the East End of London and so they got together to try and resolve this matter without bloodshed or the losing of face and their strength in what they controlled.
A council meeting was called in a large private room of one of the pubs that they controlled and with the senior members of both sides being there and the two obvious lovers of both sides were brought before them. Give them their due, they stood in front of both sides and held hands as they were questioned as to how far they would go in this love that they had for each other.
‘Till death,’ Gary had answered in defiance.
‘So say I,’ said Frank.
This led to much muttering at the head table that they stood before. The response had already been anticipated and so it was only with a few whispered words between the presiding heads of both families that judgement was pronounced.
‘It is agreed, that though we do not condone this….this liaison between the two of you, we do not want it broadcast about, causing whatever problems that might arise in the future. We are therefore in agreement that you either discontinue this abhorrent relationship here in England, or seek some such other place to do what you are doing now. We will give you one week to give us an answer.’
With that the meeting closed to much muttering from both sides and Gary just gave Frank’s hand a squeeze and they both smiled at each other as they left the room. They had already discussed this between themselves during one of their loving sessions. Here, we should put down that it was Gary who was the predominate partner in this relationship, Frank being the “wife” and was only too ready to accept whatever decision that Gary made in regards to their future.
They were in bed together that night and Frank was using his hand on Gary to bring him to a full erection.
‘God, I love this prick of yours,’ he avowed as he bent his head in homage and took him in and sucked. Gary soon pushed him off and got himself a condom and rolled it down over his throbbing shaft and turned to Frank who was already on his knees to accept what he knew he was going to get, and wanted.
The sheathed cock was soon in place at the entrance and slowly pushed up his backside and he crooned as Gary’s prick filled him to its full length before he began the process of fucking him.
‘Will…they…go…for…it,’ Frank gasped in between the thrusts of this pulsating organ up inside him.
‘Why…not…’ Gary replied grunting. ‘It…solves…all…our… problems.’
Which they did, for Gary, speaking for the both of them, asked that they provide the money to open a bar, he left out the word gay, in Spain where they would be out of their hair and that they could live the life that they had decided on and would then not be an embarrassment to the two families.
The two men held hands again as their senior people conferred at the top table until the designated spokesman asked the all important question that they had already discussed.
‘How much are we looking at?’ the all important question.
‘Two hundred thousand. With that, we either sink or swim, but I don’t anticipate the sinking,’ said Gary, holding his head up while squeezing Frank’s hand. Another quick conflab before the spokesman turned and faced them again.
‘It’s agreed by both families putting up half each and that you leave by the end of next week. But, and I stress the but. You do not return to this country as a pair or try to return to the family as such, come what may.’
‘We agree to those terms,’ said Gary and had Frank’s hand squeeze his in agreement.
So Gary and Frank left England and inside of three months after looking around, bought a bar in Torrevieja and another three months in turning it into the first gay bar in the area.
It wasn’t surprising that it was a hit for the place was never empty and went on to buy the property next door to enlarge the premises such was the income they were deriving from the place. Though first having made sure of the licences and paying all the necessary taxes in the first place.
So with getting the bar up and running and seeing that all went well for the first few years of its running, there came the time when they felt that they needed a holiday and so, with getting somebody responsible to manage the place for them, booked a week’s cruise for the following summer.
It was happenstance that all three couples had booked for the same cruise on the M.V. Pacific of the Pullmantur cruise line. The departure date being Monday 28 th May and that they had also all booked cabins on the Promenade deck of this small cruise liner. Small because the maximum amount of passengers was only just over the six hundred mark. It was an all inclusive price which made it very attractive, meals, drinks, coffee etc, except for the usual ship’s photographs and shore excursions.
The ports of call were to be Rome, Livorno, with tours to either Pisa or Florence. Then Villefranche with tours going to either Monaco or Monte Carlo. Next being Ajaccio in Corsica before its final port, that being Mahon on the island of Menorca before returning to the port of embarkation, being Valencia. The whole cruise being one week from the Monday till the following one, though you had to be off pretty damn quick for them to clean the ship before the next lot of passengers came to board the ship.
Paul and Fiona had flown in the day before because any other flight would have been too late for them to get from Alicante to Valencia in time. So they stayed in an hotel just outside of the airport and because of their passports, were booked in as Mr and Mrs Denison and not as brother and sister, a mistake that was compounded later by the cruise personnel with them having the same surname.
They were both happy at having this holiday cruise together and intended to make the most of it but the outcome wasn’t what they had envisaged. With things still hidden in the future, they made love to each other in the seclusion of their hotel room, both giving and receiving the juices of each other in the process.
They were among the first to turn up at the appointed time of embarkation and received their plastic cards that were technically their passports and the means of getting off and back onto the ship. These plastic identity cards were logged into a computer at every disembarkation point to show the personnel who had left the ship and, when the card was wiped again, that they had re-boarded.
Their baggage had been left at the entry terminal and were told that it would be delivered as and when before the ship’s departure. So, armed with their plastic passes they boarded a bus and were ferried the short distance to where the ship was tied up to the quay.
On leaving the bus, all passengers were stopped by a lifebelt that had the ship’s name inscribed on it and the date on a board in the middle. Here, they were posed for a photograph to be taken for them to buy later from the shop on board as a memento of the cruise.
It was only a short fifty yards then to where they finally walked up the gangplank and were escorted to what would be their home for the following week. A cabin on the promenade deck and after they had been shown inside and the door had been closed, they moved into each other’s arms and kissed.
‘Let’s make this a holiday to remember,’ Fiona said as she fumbled with the zipper of his trousers. He quickly helped her to get his trousers off and then helped her get her clothes off till they were both naked and rolled together on the bed until she finished up underneath him. ‘Now Paul, now!’ She cried as she opened her legs for him to get in between and push his erection up inside to that all enveloping warmth for him to fuck and for her to enjoy at having a hard pliant prick back up inside to give her joy and an orgasm which was soon to happen as he came too at the same time.
While Paul and Fiona, brother and sister, were getting their end away, fucking like there was no tomorrow, the two men, Gary and Frank, presented themselves at the reception tables that had been set up in the boarding terminal.
A very pretty female ship’s officer with a shoulder board carrying two gold bars asked in English for their passports to be checked against a list that was on a board that she held. With their names being checked off, they were given their plastic cards and they boarded the bus to wait until it had enough passengers to ferry them to the ship to board. As with the other pair preceding them, they were told that their baggage would follow shortly.
Now both men had, in the past had had the odd fling with another of the same sex and it appeared, that to men of their persuasion, they were always on the lookout for any others that might be of the same bent as they were. On not seeing any on this coach, they just held hands and smiled at each other until they had to let go to leave the coach after the short trip to the quay and get off to go aboard their cruise liner, having duly posed for the ship’s photographer.
As if following the same pattern as the two Denisons, they went into a clinch as soon as they were left alone in their cabin on the promenade deck and quickly divested themselves of their clothes and fell into a sixty nine position and sucked and tongued for all they were worth on the opposite erect prick in front of them. Sucking and handling each other until they came to a mutual understanding and both let themselves erupt their sperm into the waiting orifice that was covering the heads of their respective cocks.
Gary and Frank had travelled up from Torrevieja by train to Valencia and this had been the intention of Adam Wright too, though his original station would have been that of Totana, with a change halfway along at Murcia. But the time taken to get to Valencia and the ship would take six hours and because of the time schedules, would take ten for the return journey. So he opted to drive, it only being a four hour run and he could park right on the quay.
He collected his pass and paused for his picture being taken and went and boarded the ship to be escorted to his cabin. It was a shock to him to find that his wife, Carol was already inside and in the process of getting changed.
‘What the hell are you doing here?’ he exclaimed as soon as the door was closed by the steward.
‘I might as well say the same to you. But seeing as I paid for this cruise in the first place, I have more right to be here than you,’ she retorted.
‘Ten bloody months nearly without a word and now you are suddenly here, why?’ he countered.
‘As I said. I paid for the cruise, why shouldn’t I enjoy it. The question is really as to why are you here?’ she retaliated.
‘Well it won’t be for long,’ he said, as he stormed out of the cabin to seek out the reception desk to ask if there were any other cabins vacant on the ship for him to occupy. The answer was in the negative as the ship was full. Fuming, he went back up to his, their allocated cabin and went inside.
‘Oh dear,’ she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘No other port in a storm?’ Adam just grunted and saw that in his absence his bags as well as his wife’s, Carol’s suitcases had been delivered. He pushed his aside and left the cabin and was the first person to find the only open bar on the ship even though it was still a couple of hours before sailing time.
He ordered a double brandy and soon ordered another and with this second one, slowly came to his senses. He admitted to himself that it was a shock on seeing Carol in the cabin, having thought that she would have forgotten about the booking a year ago. Then cursed himself at his involuntary outburst which could have been at best, a chance to salvage what was left of his marriage to Carol. But he’d blown it with those few words as well as trying to find alternative accommodation on the ship.
When the travel agent had reminded him of the cruise, he’d thought that he would find it a relaxing excursion and now he’d found that he’d loaded himself with an albatross. It was in silence that he re-entered the cabin to have a shower and change for dinner for he had felt the ship’s engines start and knew that the cruise had started and he was here lumbered with a wife he no longer needed. She in all respect had been just as dismayed as he when he’d walked into the cabin that was in their joint names.
He showered and changed and when suitably dressed, said he was going up to the bar for a pre dinner drink. He didn’t ask if she wanted one but she followed him all the same and they got to the bar and both ordered their drinks and went and sat down near one of the fixed windows that looked out onto the out flowing cream of the wake that the ship was making, on its forward passage to Rome, that being their first stop.
‘Hello,’ said the man in the next seat to where they were sitting. ‘Fellow Brits on a Spanish ship of the line. They wouldn’t have had that in Nelson’s time,’ the man chuckled which made Adam wince. ‘May we join you?’ He’d got up and started to move round to the other empty seats and it would have been churlish to have refused him. Another man had also risen and followed the first man round and sat down next to the first one.
‘My name’s Gary Wiseman and this is my business partner, Frank Delaney. We’re from Torrevieja. Where are you from?’
‘Were from a small place outside of Mazarron,’ Adam replied.
‘That’s gotta be Camposol,’ he chuckled.
‘I’m from London,’ Carol said, quite haughtily.
‘Oh! I do apologise Mrs……?’
‘Wright,’ she said from between tight lips. ‘The present Mrs Wright.’ Gary’s eyebrows shot up and so did that of Adam’s and they both looked at each other, but neither would make any comment to this remark she had uttered.
‘May we join you?’ came the voice of Paul, diffusing what was an awkward moment. ‘We heard you speaking English, the first I might add since we came aboard. This is Fiona.’ He didn’t elaborate any further because the people who were responsible for the boarding passes had wrongly assumed that because they both had the same surname, that they were man and wife, and they didn’t disabuse them of their mistake, neither did they tell those that they had just met.
‘Please,’ said Frank, moving his chair to make room for the two newcomers to join their circle.
‘Yes,’ Fiona gushed. ‘Everybody seems to be speaking Greek to my ears.’
‘Spanish dear,’ said Paul. ‘This is a Spanish ship of the line.’
‘Then thank God we’re sailing in the opposite direction to Cape Trafalgar,’ she said with a small laugh. The others dutifully tittered at her remark. ‘Do you think many of the crew speak English?’ she asked.
‘Well the barman does,’ Paul interjected. ‘I ordered our drinks in English and he knew what I’d said, so I should think that at least some of the waiters will know what we will order.’
‘Gary and I speak some Spanish,’ Frank piped up. ‘Well enough to get by as it were, so if you run into any difficulty, call on us.’ Nobody noticed the stern look he got from Gary at this forthrightness.
A short time was passed as they talked to and about each other, asking what their occupations were and where did they live. Along with another round of drinks that Gary laughed and said that he would get them, all knowing that it was an all inclusive trip and you didn’t have to pay a thing at the bar. They learned that Gary and Frank ran a bar, successfully, it was added, in Torrevieja and it was their first holiday away from the bar for years.
Adam admitted to be a writer, in a small way, and lived most of the time in his villa just outside of Mazarron.
‘And I spend most of my time, alone, in London where I’m the editor of a fashion magazine,’ Carol said, casting a furious look at Adam as she announced this.
‘What magazine is this?’ Fiona burst out. ‘I work as a model and quite often walk the catwalk wearing the latest fashions.’
This perked up Carol and they, sitting next to each other began speaking at the same time of who they both knew in their line of business.
‘I used to be a model too,’ remarked Paul, ‘but that seems to have dropped off a bit now and I spend most of my time drawing. You know, pictures and the like.’ This piqued Adam’s curiosity.
‘What do you mean by drawings? Would that be sketches by any chance?’
‘Well I write books and have often wondered if they would be enhanced by having some drawings inserted. To make a point, to illustrate exactly what I’m trying to convey, if you get what I’m saying,’ he finished somewhat lamely.
‘Yes, I do,’ said Paul, at which point Gary interrupted the conversation by saying that it was time for the first sitting at dinner. The others also perked up at the word dinner and they had all booked for the first, most of the Spaniards preferring the later meal as was their normal habit of eating late.
They had been drinking in the Pacific bar which was one deck below from where their cabins were. They all trooped off and down two decks to pass reception and go one further deck down to where the Coral restaurant was.
It was a surprise to them but not to the staff for they knew that the English would rather be seated together and so that was where they were all guided, a table for six in the smoking section of this small yet seemingly large, compact dining room.
‘Well they certainly know their stuff,’ Gary spouted as they were seated at this table and given menu’s that were in English. Though they were ostensibly three sets of couples, Carol upset this by placing herself between Paul and Fiona leaving Adam to sit down between Paul and Gary and leaving Frank on the other side next to Fiona. A couple of eyebrows were raised at this but nothing was said.
The meal was a delight and they had three bottles of wine to share and it went down a treat and complimented the fine meal that they had been given. It had been noted up in the bar that Gary, Paul and Adam were smokers and as they were in a smoking section, there weren’t any objections as they lit up a cigarette after the meal. Paul asked for some coffee and was told that coffee was to be obtained up in one of the bars as they had to reset the tables for the second sitting.
So they left the dining room, Carol and Fiona leading the way back up to the same bar they had been in earlier before their dinner. They sat down in the same order as they had at dinner and Frank gave their order for coffee to a young woman dressed in what was the ship’s uniform for the staff. He also asked her where she came from and it surprised them all to learn that most of the crew were Brazilian with a mixture of fourteen different nationalities.
They all spoke Spanish, Portuguese and some were quite good with their English, and another thing that was strange was that the ship itself was registered in Nassau, in the Bahamas and yet was run by a Spanish shipping company.
With the coffee ordered and a couple of other drinks as well, the three smokers lit up and it was seen that they all smoked different brands which made it easier for them to identify their own on the low coffee table in front of them. The conversations were picked up where they had left off in the dining room, though the two women had stopped talking all together.
‘So you run a bar in Torrevieja?’ Adam asked Gary.
‘Yes. We not only run it but own it,’ he replied.
‘Why there? I didn’t really like the look of the place when I was looking for a place to live. Too cramped the houses were. Close together, not enough space and rather noisy.’
‘You’re right,’ Gary laughed. ‘Noisy and crowded but there’s plenty of money to be made there.’
‘What kind of bar? Just for drinks or do you do meals and the like, you know, disco and quizzes?’
‘It’s a gay bar,’ Gary said flatly.
‘Oh,’ was all Adam could say to that. ‘Er, are you and Frank, er, you know, gay?’ he stammered.
‘Yes,’ he replied, giving Frank’s knee a gentle slap, ‘and not ashamed of it.’
‘Sorry. I didn’t mean to appear rude and possibly offend you,’ Adam said in a trite voice.
‘No offence taken Adam. You being a writer should know all about the gay scene.’
‘Well a little. I did some research when I was out a Thailand a few years ago,’ going slightly red in the face, not admitting that he’d actually had had sex with another man. Gary noticed the flush and thought to tease him a little.
‘So you’ve not dallied in the pink world then?’ he asked with a smile on his face. He noted the guilty look as Adam cast a glance over at the two men who hadn’t heard the question. Gary moved his head closer to Adam’s.
‘Tell me later,’ he whispered. ‘So what were you actually researching in Thailand then,’ he asked in his normal voice.
‘Well,’ Adam began, still a bit flustered. ‘It sometimes can take me up to four years to research and write a novel, but found that I can knock out a soft porn story in a couple of weeks. It helps to keep some money coming in though I write them using a pseudonym. That’s why I was interested that Paul here can draw, so that it’s possible that he may be able to help me with some illustrations.’
‘You mean erotic drawings,’ Paul put in, having been listening to what Adam was saying.
‘Er, yes, sort of,’ he stammered again.
‘With maybe a few more explicit than just erotic?’ Paul asked.
‘Er, yes,’ Adam said, his face more than a touch pink now.
‘You wouldn’t happen to have someone in mind to be the models?’ Paul asked with a wicked grin on his face as he looked at both Gary and Frank.
‘Good heavens no!’ he cried out. ‘I wasn’t thinking along those lines, honest,’ he said to the two gay men. Both had chuckled at the question and the stricken look on Adam’s face
‘Well I’ve, as Gary put it, dabbled in the pink world myself, being bi-sexual,’ Paul said, ‘though it’s difficult to be doing it and drawing it at the same time.’ Gary and Frank laughed at this except Adam who had a mortified look on his face.
‘Oh Paul. You’ve put me into an awkward position now…oh!’ he exclaimed at the faux pas he’d just uttered which made the others laugh again. ‘No please, let me finish. What I had wanted to ask you was, well, would it be too embarrassing to tell me exactly what it’s like when… when, well you know what I mean. I write about what goes on but don’t know exactly how to write of…of the er, participants feelings and emotions.’ Adam’s face was now really flushed at stammering out the question as Gary and Frank looked at each other.
‘Frank and I will talk this over,’ Gary said, giving Adam’s knee a pat, ‘and let you know in the morning. For it’s time for bed now for us,’ and he leaned forward to whisper to Adam, ‘to do what you only write about.’ Adam flushed again as Gary and Frank stood up and said their goodnight’s to them all.
‘Yes,’ Paul said, giving out a yawn. ‘I think it’s time for me to hit the sack too. You coming Fiona?’
‘Yes,’ she said and gave Carol a peck on the cheek. ‘See you tomorrow at breakfast,’ and they went off out of the lounge. Adam picked up his cigarettes and lighter and stood up and waited for Carol to get her bag and stand up before they left the lounge without a word being spoken. Nothing was said until they were in their cabin.
‘I didn’t think you were going to come on this cruise,’ Adam said.
‘And why shouldn’t I? I paid for the damn thing,’ she retorted.
‘It’s a double bed,’ he said and realised what a foolish thing to say considering that it was so obvious. ‘We haven’t slept together for nearly a year now,’ he finished as he started to get undressed.
‘I know, so don’t start getting ideas,’ she said as she fished out a night dress from one of the drawers. ‘I also asked reception if there were any spare cabins, but there aren’t, so you keep to your side and I’ll keep to mine.’ She got into bed and turned off the bedside light that was on her side. Adam shrugged his shoulders and got into bed, naked as he usually was at night and turned off his light and said a brief goodnight which was returned, muffled by the pillow.
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