Date: Sat, 17 Dec 2011 16:19:09 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Kane & Spencer. Chapter Four

   The reason for that was I had just spotted Bee Bee. That was the
nickname for Sir Bernard Brakestone, the man who had got away from us a few
days ago. How in God's name had he turned up here? I managed to get that
mouthful down before speaking in a low voice to Tracey telling him who I
had just seen come into the restaurant.

   He did a double take and whispered back that he couldn't believe it
either.

   `What the hell is he doing here?' he asked.

   `I was wondering the same,' I replied.

   `Do you think he's recognised us?' Tracey asked anxiously.

   `Well I've never met him, but you've seen him close up.'

   `Well my face was much darker than this. I was blacked up remember?
Besides, I was wearing trousers, you know, those combat type things. The
first pair of trousers I'd worn since I was sixteen.' I grinned at this,
and sat and wondered what I could do to get at him. I beckoned over a
waiter and asked if he could identify Brakestone when I pointed him out.

   'That is Sir Bertram Bingham, sir,' he told me. I thanked him and
wondered how many passports he had and was he vain enough to have every one
using the same initials.

   We finished our wonderful dinner and then went back up to our suite
where he was the topic of our conversation. So much was he in my thoughts
that I was only able to fuck Tracey once. I think he understood and cuddled
up to me in our air conditioned room that was chilly enough to warrant a
little bodily warmth.

   It was down in the lobby next morning that I found out a bit more about
him. He had a yacht out in the harbour but quite often dined ashore for
dinner, and still going under the name that the waiter had given me at
dinner. It was the mention of the yacht that gave me an idea.

   `Come on,' I said to Tracey, `we're going out shopping.'

   `What for,' he asked.

   `A bomb,' I said. This shut up the questions for quite a few minutes.

   `I know this is going to sound stupid, but what do you want a bomb for?'
he finally got to ask me.

   `You're right. It was a stupid question. I'm going to blow something up,
and before you ask the next one, it's going to be a boat.'

   `Okay, I can guess the next answer. Bee Bee's?'

   `Right.'

   `So where are you going to get this bomb from?'

   `I think I know of a shop that might just have one,' and we went out of
the hotel and got into the first taxi that was in line outside. `British
High Commission please,' I asked the driver, and off we went. We could have
walked, if I'd known exactly where it was, but it also looked better to
arrive in a car. There was a sentry of sorts at the gate and by showing my
British passport, we were allowed in the gate. Another man met us at the
doorway and asked our business.

   `I'm here to see the Governor,' I said.

   `Do you have an appointment sir?'

   `No, but just show him this and I think he'll see me,' I said, giving
him my passport. He told us to take a seat which was just inside the lobby
while he went off.

   `What makes you think he'll see you by just looking at your passport?'
Tracey whispered to me. I think he whispered because the lobby was a huge
tiled place that had a large dome in the ceiling and sound did seem to echo
through the place.

   `Well Spencer knew we were coming out here, so I think he just might
have dropped them a line about me. We'll soon know if he did or not.' We
sat there for several minutes before the man came back, minus my passport.

   `The Governor is a very busy man but can give you five minutes,' he
said. I gave Tracey a smirk and we got up and followed the man to what was
obviously the Governor's office. He knocked on the door before opening it
and ushered us inside. The Governor, a broad shouldered man in his mid to
late fifties I would have said, stood up and came round his big desk and
shook my hand.

   `Governor Rawlings Mr. Kane, Mrs. Kane.' Tracey also shook hands with
him.

   `Please sit down,' Rawlings said, indicating two chairs before his
desk. So we sat as he went back round his desk and sat down too.

   `Ah, London said you were coming out here Mr Kane, for a holiday, and I,
ah, er, did rather hope that you wouldn't be visiting me,' he said, handing
me back my passport.

   `Sorry to hear that,' I said with a smile, somehow feeling pleased at
his discomfort. `I hadn't really intended to, but I'm in a little bit of
trouble.'

   `Ah, that's what I was afraid of,' he said with a wan smile.

   `It isn't serious at the moment, but I need some help. I...'

   `Please Mr. Kane,' he interrupted. `Don't tell me. The less I know the
better. I think you'd better talk to the Trade Attaché. He, er, sort of
deals with things that I shouldn't be aware of.' He picked up his phone and
pressed a button. `Oh, ah, Dennis. I have a Mr. Kane and Mrs. Kane here in
the office. I think Mr. Kane wishes to talk to you, could you come in?
Thank you very much.' He put down the phone and stood up. `Well thank you
for calling in. Mr. Carson will help you out I'm sure.' There was a knock
at the door and it opened on the command to enter and a youngish man stood
there with a smile on his face.

   `Ah, er, Dennis. Please help Mr. Kane with his little problem and, er,
try to keep it within bounds if you could please.'

   `Certainly sir. Come this way please. My name is Dennis Carson,' he
said.

   `My maiden name was Spencer,' Tracey said.

   `My goodness! You're not related to him in London are you?' he asked as
we left the Governor's office to follow him. Tracey gave him his most
beautiful smile and tapped the side of his nose with one finger. `Got it!'
Carson beamed and Tracey and I exchanged smiles. This was getting better I
thought. We didn't speak till we got inside his office, rather cramped I
thought compared to the Governor's. We all sat down and he gave us a good
smile before speaking.

   `Now what can we do for you?'

   `I'd like for you to find me a small bomb.'

   `Oh dear,' he said, his smile disappearing to be replaced by a frown. `I
thought it might be something like that when I read the memo.'

   `Memo?' I asked.

   `Yes. Came over the wire last night. Said you would be out here and
might need assistance. Now, how small is small?'

   `About half a pound with a pencil timer fuse for half an hour. Oh, and a
gun and shoulder holster. I couldn't bring mine on the plane.'

   `Oh that's not so bad. I can get you these, but you'll have to sign for
them and return them when you leave Nassau.'

   `Well I can return the gun, but not the explosive if I use it, now can
I?'

   `Oh, I see what you mean,' and he started to smile again.

   `Also, can I have a few visiting cards made up for me.'

   `Ah, that may take a couple of hours I'm afraid.'

   `That's no problem,' I said, wondering why these people always started
their sentence with either Ah or Oh? Maybe that's the way they were taught,
just to give them that few seconds to think of what to really say.

   `What should the cards read?' I had given this some thought in the taxi
and knew that it had to look as if I had plenty of money. I think it was an
unconscious thought that made me use the initials of my real name in the
fake one that I was going to use. Just as Bee Bee did, though I think he
used them for maybe his underwear and luggage had those initials embroided
on one set of things and the luggage imprinted in gold leaf.

   `Sir Michael Kingsley. Royal Exchange, and if you would add the real
address and a telephone number, one that can be monitored by Spencer's
office to back me up in that name if anyone does make enquiries.'

   `No problem. I'll get onto London and have a telephone number for the
cards. Can I tell them what it's about?'

   `No.' I said straight away, but had second thoughts. `Yes, but only for
the ears of Spencer. Just say it's to do with the Manor. He'll know to what
I am referring.'

   `Ah, got that. Can you come back at about three then? I'll have what you
want by then.'

   `Thank you Dennis,' I said getting up and shaking his hand. `See you at
three.' Tracey and I both then said our goodbyes as he left us at the main
door.

   `Nice shop that,' Tracey said. `Better than "Arrod's" ain't it?' and
laughed and gave my arm a hug. `Does every country have a do it yourself
terrorist's shop?'

   `I would assume so judging by that place,' I said as I laughed with him.

   There's one thing I liked about Nassau. You've only got to put your nose
out into the street and there's an empty taxi waiting to pounce on you. But
I waved him away as it felt good to walk in the sun with Tracey on my arm.

   `Well we've got about five hours to kill, what do you suggest we do?' I
asked as we walked in that lovely sunshine.

   `Now who's asking a stupid question?' he smiled up at me and squeezed my
arm. `We've got a bed in the hotel that's not being used at this moment.' I
hugged his arm in reply and so we went back to the hotel.

   I got my thrill of watching him take off his dress and parade in front
of me in that underwear, giving me an erection that made it hard for him to
get my bottom clothes off. So with him just wearing those small things and
me naked, we kissed but then didn't use the bed after all. Tracey dragged
the bed coverings off and took them out onto our balcony.

   `Sex a la fresco,' he smiled as he knelt down on the covers and took me
into his mouth for a few sucks to warm me up which I didn't really need,
for I was up and steaming, ready to go. On went the rubber and he pulled me
down to my knees as he turned round and presented me with his backside that
was now a nice shade of brown from the sun the day before.

   He looked even more delicious than ever as I stroked the cheeks and even
bent down and kissed each one before getting into position. With the sun
beating down on my back I had that warmth there and then I had it round my
cock as I pushed myself up into him. This was much better than sunshine I
said to myself as I moved my prick in and out of his bum. The pressure he
was giving me was as intense as ever and I have said it more than once,
that I loved to fuck Tracey. As I moved and with my head raised, I could
just see through the small decorative posts that supported the balustrade
and see the sparkling blue water of the sea. I was having the sun, sea and
sex and thoroughly enjoying it. Forget the sand, it plays havoc with the
foreskin, and this was much better, fucking the one you love like this. The
young strong body bowed down beneath, for you to stroke and caress as you
moved in and out of his body. To me this was one of the best things in life
as I slowly and enjoyably fucked him.

   I came too soon again for my liking, but it was still nice to be able to
ram myself hard up against those nicely tanned buttocks and feel him
squeeze me from the inside as I came in short sharp jerks as I held him
tight. What a wonderful culmination to the past five minutes of fucking to
feel joy and have the release from your aching balls.

   He quickly turned round after I pulled out for him to strip the condom
off and take me into his mouth to finish the session and I looked down to
see that lovely mouth clamped over the head of my cock and feel his tongue
probe and clean under my foreskin. His eyes twinkled up at me and I'm sure
he was trying to smile at the same time.

   `This is the life,' he said as he let go of my cock and knelt up to put
his arms round and kiss me. `I just can't get enough of you,' he said
between kisses. `I hope you never tire of me?'

   `No fear of that,' I said, `for I can't get enough of you either. If I
only had two cocks, what fun we could have.'

   `I would say amen to that,' he smiled and then in a shy and coy voice,
`can I have a turn now?'

   `I'm all yours darling,' I said as I gave him a kiss and let him go to
put a condom on himself. I then went onto my knees and had the pleasure of
him putting his cock up inside me. I think I was getting like him by liking
him do it to me. His hands on my hips as I felt his cock rub my insides as
he moved in and out, rasping the nerves till I almost cried out at the
thrill I was getting. His fingers were strong that dug into my hips as he
held me tight up to his thighs as he began to jerk his hips, sending his
seed into me and hear him cry out in ecstasy at the same time.  I gave out
a cry as he pulled out and I then turned round and let him pull the rubber
off for me to suck on his cock before it wilted.

   I'm glad that Tracey remembered the sun tan oil for I'd forgotten it and
would probably had laid there and got burnt in the hot sun. We smeared each
other and then lay in the opposite positions to the day before. So my whole
body would be red by the end of the sunbathing whereas his would be a light
brown, but it didn't matter to me.

   We lay there naked enjoying the sun till two o'clock before we roused
ourselves to roll over and feel the oil between our bodies as we kissed,
but I said there wasn't time for any more till that evening. So we showered
and got dressed and went back off to the Governor's offices and met up with
Dennis Carson at the appointed time.

   `Glad to see you on time. That's one thing I like about us Brits, and
it's timekeeping. Out here, to the locals, one hour or so late is
nothing. So it's refreshing to deal with one of our own kind, what?'

   `Personally, I don't give a shit. As long as I get what I want when I
want it, I don't care,' I said, trying to deflate the pomposity of his
statement. `I don't mean that personally of course Dennis. It's admirable
that I can come to someone like you and when you say it will be ready at a
certain time, I was quite confident that it would be.'

   `Arse licker,' I heard Tracey mutter behind me. I turned my head and
stuck my tongue out and waggled it at him so that Dennis couldn't see what
I was doing. This made Tracey giggle and Dennis missed the joke.

   `Follow me,' Dennis said with a perplexed frown on his face. We duly
followed him into the residency and down into the cellars, or what I
supposed they were. It appeared to be more like a bomb shelter, but, Dennis
was as good as his word.

   `Is this what you had in mind?' he asked as he passed over a small box
that held my requested visiting cards.

   `Perfect,' I said as I saw exactly what I wanted. `Who will be on the
other end of the phone if the need arises?'

   `Ah, well, I don't really know. Maybe it will be your London control as
I see, or assume that your wife is your control out here while you're in
the field.'

   `Oh to be sure. She controls me all the time,' I said, keeping a
straight face and hoped that Tracey wouldn't start to laugh behind me.

   `Here is your gun and shoulder holster,' which I took and inspected the
barrel and clip.

   `Spares?'

   `Two clips, and this! This is half a pound of XP3.' He offered me a pack
of what looked like plasticine about the size of a cigarette packet, which
looked perfect to me. `And this is the trigger,' and handed me a small
glass tube like thing with liquid inside. `Timer and detonator. You just
push the fat end into the explosive, which is harmless in its present
state. Then break the top bit off to allow the air in. The liquid inside
the tube then begins to evaporate and causes the bottom end to expand and
burst and so sets off the charge. It's been tried and tested and so when
you snap the slim end off, the whole thing goes up in thirty minutes.' He
had a proud look on his face as he passed this lot over to me. `I would
still love to know what you intend to use it on,' he said.

   `No doubt you'll hear about it if it does go off,' I assured him, and
then I had to sign for what I was being given. With this done, I shook his
hand and thanked him again. Tracey smiled as he shook his hand.

   `Nice doing business with you Dennis.' The poor man actually simpered
and I thought of him as a poor fool if he but only knew what was underneath
the veneer of Tracey. That would probably shock him more than the explosive
going off.

   `Where to now boss?' Tracey asked as we left the building with my
package.

   `We are off to the shops to buy you a present for being such a good girl
and looking after me,' I said with a smile.

   `I thought I was the wife? That's what the passport says,' he pouted.

  `They are one and the same. You are and have been a good girl and a good
wife, so I am going to buy you something that I don't think anyone else has
ever bought for you in your entire life. But! There is one but. You will
see it when I buy it, but you will not get it till this evening.'

   `Why will I have to wait till then?'

   `You will see when the time comes and I trust you to play along when you
do receive it and whatever I might say afterwards. It's not something I, or
we can rehearse. We'll just have to play it by ear, but this is just the
start of it.' By the time I'd finished speaking, we'd arrived outside a
jewellers shop and Tracey had a look of surprise when I ushered him inside.

   `I would like to buy a necklace for my wife, but I don't like what I've
seen of your displays in the window so far. Do have something worthy of
such a fine neck as this?' as I indicated Tracey's.

   `Yes indeed sir,' the salesman said. `Just a moment and I'll bring out
some of our best,' and he went off behind a screen. One of those things you
see that is something like a mirror with stripes in it. Which really is for
those behind to see you without you really being able to see them properly.

   `A necklace for me?' Tracey cried, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

   `It'll be my present to you for your birthday or our anniversary. I
haven't decided which yet.' The man came back with four small stands that
had necklaces on them and placed them before us on the glass topped
counter. They looked nice, but not what I had in mind for Tracey.

   `Not bad, but not good,' I said.

   `These themselves are quite expensive sir,' he said, almost doing a
Uriah Heap on me with his hands.

   `The price is of no consequence my good man. It's the design and quality
that I seek,' I said most haughtily.

   `Of course sir, of course.' He quickly gathered those up and went away
and was back in a few minutes with another four.

   `I'm afraid sir, that these are the very best that we can offer, humble
as they may be.' I could see at a glance that they were indeed of the very
best quality and I'm sure the price would show it. There was one that I did
like and picked it up and asked for his glass. He passed it across and I
held the necklace up as I screwed the glass to my eye to inspect the
diamonds more closely. I didn't have a clue what I was looking at, but the
diamonds really sparkled and looked very clear when seen through this eye
piece.

   `I like this one,' I said as I handed it back to him. `How much is it?'

   `Eight thousand pounds sir,' saying it as if it was an apology for the
price they were asking.

   `I'll take it,' I said, hearing a gasp from Tracey at my side, `but I'm
not happy with it as it is. You've had this in store for some time and I
noticed some slight tarnishing on the silver clasps. I'll pay cash for it
now, but I want it cleaned up and delivered to me tonight at precisely
seven o'clock in the bar at the Hilton Hotel. Do you understand this?'

   `Most certainly sir. I will personally see to the cleaning and the
delivery. What name do I ask for sir?'

   `You do not ask anyone, but it is Sir Michael Kingsley. You just look
for me and then and only then can you use my name when you hand me the
necklace. Understand?'

   `Yes sir, and thank you very much for your patronage sir,' he said as he
counted the money I laid out on the counter for him. `At seven o'clock.' I
took the receipt he gave me and I took Tracey's arm and escorted him out of
the shop. He seemed in a state of shock for he walked as though he had no
joints in his legs.

   `Eight thousand pounds for a necklace! And you are giving it to me?' I
nodded and grinned at the incredulity that showed in his face. Then I had
his arms round my neck and got kisses galore and almost had to prise him
off.

   `I can't believe it! You are spending that much on a diamond necklace
for me? I...I...I'm lost for words.'

   `Thank me in bed when this is all over. There was nothing wrong with the
necklace in there, but I want someone else to see it when it is delivered.'

   `Bee Bee!'

   `Yes. I want him to see that I can throw money around. The joke he will
not see.'

   `Which is?'

   `I'm buying it with money that we nicked from his vault back at the
Manor,' I laughed. This tickled Tracey so much that he nearly choked on his
own laughter. `Now, let's go and buy a dress that will be fitting to wear
with such a necklace.' This put Tracey further over the moon and after
looking at some dresses being modelled, went with two behind a curtain in a
cubicle to try them on, declining any assistance. In the end, I bought both
of them because I couldn't decide which was the nicest.

   The fact that we could buy two dresses like that off the peg as it were,
was amazing, but then, so was the price, but it was worth it to see the
happiness and joy Tracey got from not only just trying them on but the fact
that he now owned them.

   God, was he happy on the way back to the hotel and as soon as we were in
our suite, he was down on his knees and pulling out my erection, me knowing
and expecting what he was going to do had been getting excited as we'd
approached the suite. He stuffed as much of me into his mouth as he could
to suck and chew and try to give me the best blow job ever. It finished up
as a face fuck when he roused me enough for me to take over and hold his
head still as he held the base of my cock as I fucked his mouth. I would
have choked him if he hadn't held me firm in his hand to prevent this as I
jerked my hips as I came, filling his mouth with my spunk. He swallowed and
still wanted more as he sucked and chewed on me and I really had to pry his
mouth off my shaft and drag him upright to kiss him to stop any real damage
to my tool.

   `You are the most wonderfulest husband in the world,' he said between
the kisses I kept getting, and it took some time to calm down his
exuberance over the purchases we had made on his behalf. Then it was a
matter of telling him what I proposed to do that evening and that he should
react accordingly.

   Mind you, I was working this all out on a wing and a prayer. I'd noticed
that Bee Bee hadn't entered the dining room till nearly eight o'clock and
had assumed that he'd stopped at the bar first. It's a stupid way of trying
to plan an operation I know, but I didn't know how long he would be staying
in Nassau or even if he would turn up for dinner this coming evening. As I
said, my planning was very loose and it was just hope that he would do as
he did the night before.

   So it was with some trepidation that we dressed for dinner, Tracey still
unsure which dress to wear until I finally, well almost screamed out, the
red one, was the decision made. This was reasonably low cut and his throat
really screamed out for adornment which was what I intended for in the
first place. That is apart from the desire to give Tracey something other
than my prick.

   I don't know which one of us had the most butterflies in their stomach
when we went down stairs to the bar at half past six. Tracey waiting for
seven o'clock to get that necklace, and me hoping that Sir Bernard
Brakestone, a.k.a. Sir Bertram Bingham would be there having a pre-dinner
drink.

   `What if he recognises you?' Tracey whispered in my ear as we approached
the lounge where the bar was.

   `Then there'll be one hell of a fight,' I said as we went into the bar,
my heart in my throat hoping he would be there.

   God's be praised, for he was there. He was at the bar holding forth and
I now had to get in to give him my spiel. Here I was relying on Tracey to
attract his attention. I ordered us some drinks and moved closer and as I
hoped, Tracey caught his eye and he turned towards us as fresh ears to
listen to him.

   It was drivel he came out with and it took some effort for me to get
started, noting that I had ten minutes before seven o'clock.

   `Tell me Sir Bertram,' I interrupted, him giving us his name from the
outset. `You look like a seafaring man by your stance at the bar. It's as
if you've stood on many a heaving deck and guided the helm through storms.'
This flattered him enough to pay attention to me instead of Tracey. `I've
seen that boat out in the harbour,' and I indicated his own yacht, `and
thought that I would like to buy one like that. I don't really like flying,
and that would be the perfect idea of seeing the islands.'

   `Darling,' Tracey came in. `You can't even drive a car in a straight
line.'

   `Why should I when it's the chauffeurs job. You have a boat, it's the
captain's job. Sir Bertram. What do you think of that boat? Is it worth
making an offer for it? Do you know who it belongs to, for I am quite
interested in buying it.'

   `It's not for sale,' he said flatly.

   `Oh surely it is. Everything is for sale if the price is right. Do you
happen to know who owns it?'

   `I own it,' came out a bit icily.

   `Oh my dear,' I said as I turned to Tracey, `I've just made an awful
faux pas. Do please excuse me,' I said turning back to Bee Bee. `Please
accept my profuse apologies. I didn't mean to insult you. Here, please take
my card for I'm afraid I haven't really introduced myself.' He took the
card and looked at it as I introduced Tracey as Lady Kingsley.

   `Royal Exchange, Sir, er, Kingsley. Do you work there?'

   `Good heavens no! I don't work!' making it sound a most distasteful
occupation. `I'm just on the board of directors. Some obscure uncle of mine
wanted a favourable voter on his side, so he got me there on the condition
I never showed my face for the stipend I receive. I was quite happy with
this arrangement. I get paid for doing nothing and he has my proxy
vote. Not that I need the money. The family has enough as it is. Do you
know, it's been said, that if the family were to take all of our money out
of the bank, it would collapse.' He bit.

   `What bank is that?'

   `Coutts.' I could see by his face that he'd almost swallowed the
bait. `That's why I was asking about that boat. I can afford it and it
would be nice to have a sea trip instead of those horrid aeroplanes. What's
it like? I mean, is it something that one could travel in and yet still
have the life style one is accustomed to?'

   The timing couldn't have been better, for we were interrupted exactly on
time.

   `Sir Kingsley?' my salesman said.

   `Yes,' I replied, turning round. `Ah, my favourite jeweller. Darling,
look. Your birthday present has arrived. Thank you very much my good man,'
and I took the box from him and opened it for Tracey to see. His eyes went
wide and he made all the right noises as I took the necklace out of the box
he held and asked him to turn round for me to fix the clip at the back of
his neck. `There now my dear. What do you think of that?'

   `It's perfect darling,' he said as his hand stroked it and gave me a
kiss on the cheek. `Do you like it Sir Bertram?'

   `It's a most beautiful present that your husband has given you, but the
diamonds are nothing to the sparkle that you have in your eyes.'

   `You flatter me sir,' Tracey said in reply.

   `You flatter us both at this poor excuse of a present when I would
rather have given her a boat like yours. What is it like inside? Oh, I
think I've already asked that question. Well I wouldn't really want to go
and buy a boat like that if it wasn't up to the standard of comfort that we
both are accustomed to.'

   The bait had now been cast out and I was hoping that his vanity would
overcome any qualms about showing off his yacht. He swallowed it.

  `Sir Michael and Lady Kingsley,' he said, turning slightly to give a
small bow to Tracey. `I would be most honoured if you would have lunch with
me aboard tomorrow. We could then have a short cruise and I will have you
shown over my small boat.'

   I'd got what I wanted and accepted on our behalf and then we excused
ourselves for dinner, saying that we had promised to dine at the Governor's
residence and it was time that we left.

  `The Governor didn't invite us to dinner,' Tracey said, fingering the
necklace as we moved out into the hotel lobby.

   `I know, but I didn't want to draw attention to us and be called by my
real name in the dining room there,' I said.

   `Where will eat then?' he asked, linking his arm in mine.

   `How about McDonald's?'

   `What! Dressed like this?' he cried, fingering the diamond necklace
again.

   `Only joking,' I said with a laugh and raised my hand for one of the
taxi's in the rank to come forward. We got in the back and I asked the
driver to take us to the best restaurant in town.

   It was a lovely meal, better than the hotel's and we lingered till
nearly midnight before returning. It was a slow and languorous loving in
bed that night I got for the thanks of the necklace.

   We had breakfast in our suite and spent the morning sunning ourselves
out on the balcony before dressing up in casual clothes and began making
our way down to the waterfront. There was a small motor dinghy tied up
there with the name Vespa painted on the stern.

   `Sir Michael?' the man in the dinghy asked, standing up.

   `Yes,' I replied.

   `I'm here to take you out to the yacht. Please be careful on the steps.'

   I went down first, holding Tracey's hand and was glad he'd put on some
sensible flat heeled shoes for the steps near the bottom were quite
slippery. The man in the boat took Tracey's other hand and we helped him
into the dinghy. We sat down as the man untied the mooring rope and quickly
started the engine and took us out to the yacht. We could see the empty
davits on the stern where the dinghy was stored as we rounded the boat to
come to a gentle stop at the foot of the gangway. Again, both of us helped
Tracey to get onto the small platform at the bottom and he went up before
me to be welcomed by Brakestone, though he now called himself Bingham out
here.

   `Welcome aboard the Vespa. You're just in time for drinks before lunch.'
He turned, and we followed him along the side towards an open doorway.

   `Vespa is Latin for wasp,' Tracey murmured to me.

   `A bee with a sting in its tail,' I murmured back. `He'll have a hell of
a sting later,' patting my pocket where I had the explosive. The other
pocket had the timer in it as I didn't want to have the two together just
in case I damaged the timer and having me blow up instead of the boat.

   The deck was a bleached white and the side rail was a shiny varnished
mahogany with shiny brass fittings. The door we went through looked as
though it was made of the same wood and shone as if polished. I say went
through, though it was really stepping over the coaming and onto a thick
plush carpet of a lounge. This was panelled in the same wood and had many
nautical pictures along the back wall. The other walls were large windows
that gave plenty of light to the inside. It had two sofa's and four heavy
armchairs and two young women were seated and just being served drinks by a
white coated steward. The girls were white whereas the steward was black as
had been the boatman. It turned out that the whole crew were black apart
from the captain, and were all local Bahamians.

   We were introduced to the females whose names I promptly forgot as I
realised they were just bimbo's out for a bit of luxury. We had our drinks
and made small talk till lunch was announced. The dining saloon was just
aft of the lounge and just as well furnished, a large table that could have
sat ten people and gleamed with the polish that reflected the silverware
that was laid out.

   The meal was superb as was the wine and the females hardly said a word
as Bee Bee seemed to like the sound of his own voice. He praised the yacht
so much I came to the conclusion that he loved this boat, and I was
relishing the fact that I was going to take it away from him.

   Towards the end of the meal, we felt the yacht begin to vibrate as the
engines started up and by looking out through the large side windows, could
see us slowly beginning to move out of the harbour of Nassau.

   We had coffee and brandy in the lounge and looked out of the forward
windows over the fore part of the yacht and saw the sea slipping past
us. Then Bee Bee announced that he always had a nap after lunch and that
the mate would show us over the boat. I noticed that the two girls followed
him out of the lounge to go below as the mate introduced himself and
started the tour.

   It took us nearly an hour as he began at the bow and worked his way aft
and then down below, showing us one of the four staterooms which for
plushness, far outdid the Hilton. The last place we inspected below was the
engine room, housing two huge diesel engines that gave out a muted roar as
we saw the revolving shafts that turned the twin screws.

   `This is the lowest part of the yacht,' he shouted to us to be heard
above the noise of the engines. `We are just below the waterline and the
grating we are standing on is above the bilges.' The whole engine room
gleamed with fresh paint and all the brass shone like new and I wondered
how long it would look like it did after it spent some time beneath the
sea. I nudged Tracey to stand between me and the mate as I extracted the
explosive and timer out of my pockets and put the two together.

   I broke the slim end and then as we began to make our way out of the
engine room, I dropped it down between the boat's side and the grating. I
also checked the time on my watch so that we could be prepared when it
exploded.

   I nearly had a fit when I saw Tracey start to go up the steep ladder
ahead of the mate for I saw that he was able to see right up under the
dress that Tracey was wearing. He never made any comment as he went up with
me close behind him. We kept on going up till we got to the bridge which
had been left till last for us to see.

   `The mate looked right up your dress,' I hissed at Tracey at the first
chance I got.

   `Lucky fellow,' he said back.

   `What if he saw your tackle?'

   `He couldn't have. I'm wearing a pair of your pants. I knew that we'd
have steep ladders to climb.' I breathed a sigh of relief. `Also you will
have noticed no doubt, that I'm not wearing my stockings. I didn't want to
get them ruined either.'

   The mate took over the helm from the captain who then explained all the
dials and controls on the bridge, quite proud of his little domain.

   `How far are we going?' I asked him.

   `Only as far as Lyon Island, there, just ahead of us. We'll go round it
and back to Nassau.' We were approaching it quite fast and I looked at my
watch and saw that we had about five minutes left.

   `May I borrow these?' I asked the captain as I picked up a pair of
binoculars.

   `By all means,' he said, and so I took them and Tracey out of the bridge
house and onto the wing that juts out on either side. We were on the side
that faced the island and as we came abreast of the lower end, about half a
mile off, I looked through the glasses at it. There was a lovely golden
beach at this end and I could quite clearly see some people on it, two of
them standing up with their hands to their forehead to shield they eyes
from the sun as they looked back at us.

   I couldn't help but laugh and pass the glasses to Tracey and pointed
towards the beach for the man and woman standing there were clearly naked.

   `Well I never,' Tracey breathed out. `A nudist beach. Hmm, he's not as
big as you or am I looking through the wrong end.'

   We both laughed at this and I looked at my watch and saw that it was
time and told Tracey that he should hang onto the rail.

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