- But these are not my girls! Jane! - looking pleadingly at his love, he said, I am already in Jane's soul.

- Exactly not yours! So do not look! - answered my beloved Jane, quite seriously, washing me and myself at the same time in the soaring hot fresh water, I, as a child, now obeyed my beloved. She is caring like my own mother was washing me in a hot shower, rubbing and washing every bit of my almost tanned body like my Jane.

“In general, it’s time to take off the anchor,” said my Jane, “Daniel got stuck on this island and probably forgot why we are here.” Dani always breaks up with her girlfriends.

Jane pushed naked my girlfriend’s wet hands out of the shower with my naked hands and jumped out of it, closing the water.

- Go and tell him dear that we should go on the road - Jane told me and, clinging tightly to her almost black tanned, sweet-smelling fresh washed wet girlish flexible body to me, hugging her neck, she looked me intently and charmingly lovingly in the eyes.

Satisfied with our spent that wild and crazy in the coastal wicker barn, on the palm leaves of two lovers at night. She again eagerly dug her lips into my lips, and, barely tearing off some kind of fatal melody, she quickly wiped me with a long bath towel as if it were a young child, turning quickly and naked, wiping herself, slipped like a otlivi swift-fooled deer into her cabin and from there shouted - I will soon cook breakfast! Please do not run away! - and in the hold, shaking the bulkheads of the cabins and the compartments inside, where our Arabella's cabins, was played by the group "Мtley Crue".

Doomed to love

We were again in the open ocean. Daniel said goodbye to his windy girlfriend islander, promising to return to her after the voyage. It is usually done by hardened sailors, but they do everything with precision, to the contrary. Maybe Dani really liked the girl, but he only knew it. He etched a long right side anchor and ropes from a jetty on a long chain and was already bustling with Arabella’s rigging upstairs, running back and forth along the deck of the yacht.

We walked south of the Bahamas. Where no one ever looked. Neither ships nor yachts. The pursuers have not been seen for more than a day. It was a clear good day with good weather. I

rested, having changed from the management of the yacht, and again, on the orders of the computer behind the door of the polished wine cabinet, went by the autoroute, tacking and buzzing and slamming sails and jibs in the wind left and right, changing its course each time. I remember how the nylon with metallic base cables hummed and gnawed into tension by a string. How hot in the hot sun the red of our yacht deck. And it was not possible to walk on it barefoot.

It was one o'clock.

Daniel taught me how to work with computer and automatic control of Arabella. I probably already spoke about it and I will repeat once again. It was not difficult. And I pulled it up by sea charts, and specified the location of the supposed death of flight 556. It was a network of small, completely uninhabited rocky islands inhabited by albatrosses, where it was impossible to hide from the storm, as well as from probable enemies.

I remember how in this last two-day hike we were accompanied on board of Arabella by a whole school of mackerel and a bevy of nimble and nimble

white-sided dolphins. Dolphins, diving under the yacht, and jumped out of the water near her very nose and poured ocean water into Daniel and me.

- Here are fidgets! - shouted wet from these splashes happy and happy with such playful fellow travelers Dani - Probably, they will be with us to the end now!

He showed me who was standing next to him at the breakwater itself, curved and stretched like a parachute with slanting jibs on the pack leader - This is all he is upset about! Infection! - he laughed, and with him, and I.

laughed at the whole ocean space, looking at the dolphins mackerel who were indulging in front of us in a flock.

- When walking past Hawaii, they saw killer whales and gray whales - said Daniel loudly, admiring the game of jumping dolphins in front of our boat.

I remember how I also jumped silver on a bright midday Sun with striped scales with a razor-sharp comb.

fin on the back sharp-nosed high-speed marlin. He, in pursuit of mackerel, just flew out in front of us at speed out of the water, having danced his beautiful salsa on the tail in front of us. And, leaving a huge water breaker, went like a submarine into the ocean depth.

We were already the second day in the open ocean, and there was no one around us. Far beyond leaving the inhabited fishing island archipelago, we walked south to the nameless uninhabited islands.

On the sea map and the flight map of airline TRANS AERIAL, it was here and there where the board 556 would have to fall. I compared with Daniel and Jane both maps and made my assumptions about his death over this area. He made a strange big and incomprehensible maneuver, according to his message, possibly evading something, quite possibly from bad weather and the connection with him was lost over those islands. It was a decent multi-kilometer hook and very far from air routes. Something happened that could bring him here. And we were all together confident that we would learn his secret and the secret of the death of more than four hundred people and the crew of BOEING - 747.

Daniel and Jane very much wanted to find out where their birth father had been buried and find out who was responsible for his death, as well as the death of everyone who was on this dead and missing plane in the ocean.

***

Strange, but the pursuers seemed to be gone. They and the spirit seemed no longer anywhere. Daniel was preparing his new to scuba diving. I helped him in his work and basically carried the watch in controlling Arabella and her equipment, no better than Dani. My beautiful Jane made love to me in her own cabin, then in my cabin and cooked food for us in the galley. There was still the rock music of my beloved Jane. Sometimes she was replaced by Daniel himself. I also began to help join the communal kitchen and began to help, at least sometimes, my Jane in cooking and friend Daniel.

- Look! - screamed, joyfully Jane went up to the deck and showed me and Daniel on the water a little distance from the yacht - Dolphins!

- True, handsome sis! Shouted Daniel to her.

- True Dani - answered, shouting, shouting over the sound of the waves my Jane. She danced, wagging her beautiful ass and steep tanned hips, was again dressed in light short denim summer shorts, tightly fitting her cool tanned girls to blackness, shining in the sun thighs. Jane was in the topic. Mike shortened to her graceful, tanned with a round beautiful sexy navel. Her loose with me after the next night of love with me, long curls black as pitch hair, developed again like snakes in a strong tail wind from under a red cap with a baseball cap. And they glittered on her little girlish face.

My beautiful Jane, leaning on the protective railing of the side rail, arched in the back like a wild cat. Flexible and insanely beautiful again

she looked and laughed, staring at a bevy of white-sided Pacific dolphins jumping from the water of the Arabella's left side.

- They seem to lead us! - shouted, loudly again to Jane, the two of us, scurrying around the diving equipment of the yacht.

- They protect us from danger! Shouted Daniel to her.

- Dolphins are children of the sea! - I added and looked at my Jane, meaningfully hinting about children. She looked at me without taking off her glasses, and turned her face to the ocean again.

Jane knew what I was talking about. We started a speech last night at the moment of rest between caresses about children. Jane herself started this conversation, and I supported him. She wanted to be a mother, as well as her and Daniel, the long-dead mother. She wanted children, and wanted from me. But this is all after everything is done.She knew that she might soon become pregnant, and I would be the father of her children. It is simply inevitable, without condoms and ... Read more →