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Julian looked up to see what the noise was, he knew the boat inside out and he knew her every sound and creak.

“What’s that sound? Do you hear anything?” He cocked his head to the side as he looked around for it.

“No,” she said, suddenly realising she had to think of something quickly to hide the sound of the camera. “How about some music?” She said loudly. “What do you have on board?”

“We have every type of music you could think of, more than 40,000 tracks.  What sort of music would you like?” He sounded annoyed.

“I would like something romantic.
  Do you have any ballads?  Or just soft mood music?

“I am sorry, but I cannot suggest anything there.” It was the last type of music he wanted to hear with her.

“How about ‘Il Divo’? Do you have that?” She looked at him defiantly.

“Of course.” He replied sarcastically.

“Then, that is what I want to hear.” She grinned, please
d
to
get
her own way.

He reluctantly put the music on for her and tried not to listen. He was happy to hear it any other time, but not with this pushy crazy woman.

 

She smiled at him happily.
When he returned to the galley, she joined him, and stood very close to him as he was preparing something for them to eat. She made it look as though they were cooking together, she swooned over him, flirted and responded with sly looks and smiles.  She knew it didn’t matter what she said or did, because the pictures would tell their own story.
Her story.  Appearances were everything after all.

 

Considering Julian wasn’t even talking to her, he thought she was totally crazy.  She was acting as though they were a couple!
Obviously she was delusional, and dangerously so. He tried to ignore her.  The more he did, the harder she tried.
And the way she was pushing her pendulous floppy breasts into his arm was annoying him.  She had tried to put her arm around his waist, in a semi friendly way, but he had stepped away, and openly glowered at her.

‘Click, click, click, click, click, click.’ 
The sound of ‘Il Divo’ filled the yacht and covered the sound of the camera.  Devia was delighted.
She
just couldn’t stop smiling
, like a child in front of an enormous ice cream sundae.
Her eyes were adoring and glittering at him. 

 

He laid the table and set out the special plates they used solely for clients.
He was annoyed because he would have to eat with her. She asked for a candle to be lit and he did so, only upon her insistence.  She loved every minute of his company and she knew how great the pictures would turn out.

Julian never said a word or looked at her.  He just stared at his plate.
But as he had his back to the camera, she took advantage and made all the facial expressions, putting her hand up in such a way, that it would look, in the pictures, as though she were stroking his hair.

“What are you doing?” He asked, as he pulled his head away from her hand.

“Oh, there was a fly, by your head, I just shooed it away, so it wouldn’t land on you.” She said innocently with a sweet smile.  He growled. 


Would you just stop?
I can take care of myself.”  Everything about her annoyed him. She seemed so clingy, so needy, sometimes so sickly sweet and just being in her company was grating on him. He didn’t know why, but his gut instinct told him to stay away from her at all costs.  He glanced at her briefly and she was looking at him adoringly.  If looks could kill she would have been dead already.

The dinner passed very slowly as far as he was concerned.
She dragged out the eating of her meal and made it last as long as possible.  She talked non-stop, almost as though she felt that the more she talked the more attractive she got. ‘
Did she think it was a date?’
She kept doing odd things with her eyes, a cross between a crazy stare, and a lusty love. He didn’t like either look.
He felt very uncomfortable.

 

Devia was actually thinking of the climaxes he had inadvertently given her that day.
How wonderful he had felt to her.
She loved every part of him and she wanted more of him.
To know that she had enjoyed him, and he hadn’t a clue, delighted her. It was probably how guys felt when they gave a woman Rohypnol; that sort of easy ‘kill’ for a sexual predator and she loved it, knowing things about him that he didn’t even suspect.
Her pussy juices were still on him, all over him.
She was sure he would smell sex on himself later, and she smiled at that thought.

 

He
excused himself, leaving
the stateroom to prepare a cabin for her and to take care of securing the boat for the night. She used this time to further her devious plan.  Stripp
ing
off her top,
she
played with her breasts
,
posing for the camera while he was gone.
She quickly undressed so that she was totally naked, and took photos of herself all over the stateroom; making it look like she was waiting for him to return to her.
The fact he wasn’t in the room, made no difference, whatsoever.
She knew that any wife seeing the images of a woman naked on a yacht, alone, and overnight with her husband, would put two and two together, and come up with four… only in this case it would be five.
As it was all lies.

Devia dressed hurriedly and collected her camera before sitting down and thumbing through a brochure nonchalantly, her cheeks were flushed with the effort she made during her photo taking session.
She had just quickly picked up the brochure and was actually holding it upside down, when he came back into the stateroom.

He asked Devia to follow him to her cabin.  He led her through the yacht and showed her to her cabin door.  She asked where he was sleeping, and he looked at her in suspicion, so she quickly added.

“In case there is an emergency, and I need you…”

“There will be no emergencies I can assure you of that.” He pointed further down the corridor. She smiled, and went inside.
He closed the door behind her, shutting her in her cabin.  But as he walked away she opened it slightly and watched him go into the main stateroom.
A few moments later, Julian had turned the music and was placing the dirty dishes in the sink.
She closed her door and put her back against it as another plan formed in her deviant mind.

 

Later that night, after he had gone to bed, she walked naked towards his door.  She took photos of the door. Then she pressed herself against it and listened to him sleeping inside.

She took photos of her body pressed against the door in various poses.
This got her feeling very horny so she played with herself.  Right there in the hallway outside his room.
Bringing herself to a shuddering, knee trembling climax the entire time taking pictures of herself.  When she regained the full use of her spent and useless legs, she took her pussy juices on her wet fingers and wrote ‘Mine’ on his door.  She walked back to her cabin grinning maniacally.  This trip was turning out to be better than she had expected.  She went to bed, and smiled uncontrollably as she lay there. 

 

Even in her sleep, she smiled.

 

 

Chapter Three - Julian

 

During the night Julian briefly woke up when he thought he heard a low groaning.  It sounded like a mewling sound.  A sound an animal would make when hurt or mating.
He turned over, and went back to sleep, not knowing it was Devia climaxing outside his cabin door.

 

The moment Julian woke up in the morning, he threw on his clothes and didn’t even bother to shower.
After dressing quickly he jogged through the cabin to get the boat read
y
to set sail. It was about four am, but he didn’t care.
If he set off early he could get rid of her by seven.
He could be home with Crystal by seven thirty, and his life would be better all round. 

 

He made himself a fresh cup of strong black coffee to get himself going, and then switched on the weather report to check sailing and wind conditions.
The recorded voice read out the weather for all the local regions.
He sipped his coffee as he listened, but realised that he had a cold, and couldn’t taste it at all.
It was just hot and wet.
Crystal must have shared her germs with him. He didn’t mind.
They shared everything, good and bad.

 

Luckily, conditions were perfect and visibility was excellent.  The fog had totally cleared from the bay, with the break of dawn.  On the horizon there were some small remaining swirling patches, but they were nowhere near where he would be sailing.
He set up the navigation equipment, typing in the GPS co-ordinates for his marina to return home.
He turned on the radar, and then switched on the engine to warm it up while he checked the decks to be sure they were clear.
He moved various items around and stowed things away ensuring that everything was secured for sailing.
He just had to stow the dinghy and hoist the anchor then they could set sail. He pressed the switch to raise the anchor and the sound of the chains grated as it moved up and through the slow steady winch.  As it came up to the deck he leaned over with the water hose and washed off all the mud and seaweed that had been brought up with it. He smiled as he spotted a crab clinging on to the seaweed and watched it plop back into the water still clinging on to a few tendrils of limp seaweed.  That crab would have a story to tell all the other crabs later.

 

Doing his final instrumentation checks,
after
checking all the gauges for the engine parameters, and that all the lights were correct, he put the engine into gear.
He always loved this moment, the moment of the sound the engine made when it kicked into life.
It was something that fired his blood.
It meant he was going on a journey.
He was sailing somewhere and it never failed to please him. He felt complete joy when the yacht started to manoeuvre into the waves.  Today, he felt happier than normal, because he would be able to get rid of Devia, once and for all, and he would soon be home with his wife and kids.  He smiled in the direction of home, felt the yacht riding the waves and picking up speed.  When they were under way he would unfurl the sails so that she could gain speed. The sun shone on the yachts chrome handrails, sending flashes of bright light as they reflected, and he felt free.

 

 

***

 

Coming about at the marina several hours later, Julian was delighted that Devia hadn’t surfaced.
Or even come to bother him.
He assumed she was still asleep.
To be honest, he didn’t care.
He left her to her psycho dreams.  She was out of his way and he could enjoy the return journey alone, every nautical mile a little closer to home.  He thought about running in the door, grabbing Crystal, swinging her around in his arms, just because he was home and had missed her.
They had rarely spent a night apart from each other and that was just how he liked it.
He had tossed and turned for most of the night, he missed her so much.  She was a physical need for him, and just her presence soothed him.
There was nothing better than snuggling up to her.
Her curves fit his body like a glove and over the years he needed to feel her body, warm against his, for a goods night’s sleep.

 

He moored the yacht against the dock and went below to tell Devia they had arrived.  He knocked on her door and she opened it.
Naked.  She stood and stared at him bleary eyed.

He looked away as soon as he saw her bare breasts.

“We have arrived.
You need to get ready to leave.
I have my next group arriving soon.”

“Oh, ok.”  She sounded disappointed.
He turned away, not caring.

“I need you gone in half an hour. Your cruise ended yesterday.”  He spoke abruptly and she knew not to push him.
He walked back outside and a few moments later, she came upstairs as he was checking the ropes.

 

She waited for him to help her off the boat.
She was wearing the same clothes as the day before, only now she hadn’t bothered with her high heels or her hat and her hair was all mussed up from sleeping.
Her makeup was smeared across her face.
She smiled at him as though she thought she was a real beauty, not realising she was anything but.

He reluctantly helped her down to the dock and felt relieved the moment her feet touched the marina walkway.
Now he was no longer responsible for her.  He watched her walk away and then went back on board to secure everything.
He didn’t have another booking until the weekend, but he hadn’t wanted her knowing that.  Otherwise she may have lingered.
This way, she was gone. He would come back on Friday to clean the interior of the boat and change the sheets in her cabin.

He locked up, and about ten minutes later he was walking down the docks whistling.
He couldn’t wait to get home.
He unlocked his Explorer with his remote, as he walked towards it, the loud beep of the horn telling him the car was now open.  He got inside and started it. 
Without another glance around, h
e
turned
swung
the car
round
, and headed for home.

 

***

 

Across the car park, Devia had dropped something next to her car.  She had bent down to pick it up, and when she st
ood
up, she saw Julian walking happily towards his car.
She felt an irrational anger at his lie.
He didn’t have another group.
He had been lying to get rid of her.  An out and out blatant lie. He hadn’t seen her which was to his detriment, and to her benefit.  She started her car and followed him, trailing a few cars behind him.  Now she could find out where he was going.
She had had another stroke of luck.  She started to smile as she tailed his car from a safe distance.

 

Julian pulled the car into his driveway and killed the engine.  He got out of the car and stretched.  Devia arrived shortly after and had also pulled over, by a large shrub off the street, and was watching him stretch.  She saw his taut muscles outlined in his shirt and remembered his naked torso hidden underneath.

 

Julian was glad to be home.  As he walked to the door, Crystal came running out towards him, and physically threw herself into his arms, and began to fervently kiss him.
Devia was livid when she saw Crystal, hugging
her
man.
She wanted to get out of her car and pull Crystal off him, and slap her so hard.

 

Crystal suddenly stopped hugging him, and pulled back sharply, her face full of anger.
She screamed angrily at him, slapped him hard across the face, and then stormed inside the house.  Julian didn’t know what was going on and held his arms out in surprise.  He ran in after her, pleading with her to explain what had upset her.
Outside in the car, Devia knew exactly what was going on.
She watched them, with glee, through their large living room window of the house.
Julian was trying to placate her, whereas Crystal was going nuts at him, shouting and waving her hands angrily as she spoke.
She couldn’t hear what was being said.  But then again, she didn’t need to thanks to Crystal’s irate and very clear gesticulation.

 

Inside the house, a confused Julian was trying to work out what was going on.

“What? How dare you?” Crystal shouted furiously at him.

“I couldn’t help it, I wasn’t well, and then we had fog.
It wouldn’t have been safe to come home.
I wanted to, but couldn’t.
You know safety comes first.”

“What?” She asked him.  “I lie awake all night, worrying my ass off, about you, and YOU, YOU…” she screamed, her words spluttering, “come home, smelling of another woman!”

“What? I don’t know what you are talking about?”  He was genuinely perplexed.
He had been working, and hadn’t touched another women, nor would he.  Crystal turned and ran from the room crying.  He raced after her.

Outside, in her car, Devia laughed maliciously

“Show’s over, I guess.”  She said to herself, she started her car and drove off, smiling happily.

 

In the bedroom Julian grabbed Crystal and held her close.

“Darling, I wouldn’t. You
know
me.  I wouldn’t.”

“Get away from me!”  Crystal pushed him away and struggled from his arms. “Get that bitch’s scent off you. I can smell sex all over you.”

“That’s impossible. I swear to you darling. I
swear.
I haven’t done anything wrong. I wouldn’t. I love
you
. You
know
this.”

“You reek of
her
, whoever she is. I know the smell of sex. I’m not stupid.
I know the scent of a woman’s pussy. It’s all over you. How can you do this to me?  After all this time.”  Crystal suddenly folded and sat on the edge of the bed.
She sobbed her eyes out and cried hysterically.
Julian went to comfort her, his heart breaking, he didn’t know what had gotten into her.
She was wrong, and he didn’t understand what was going on.  “NO. Don’t
touch
me!”  She spat her words out. “Scrub that bitch off your skin.
I don’t want to speak to you right now.”  She turned, and lay on the bed, her cries muffled by the bedding.

 

The rest of the day, she avoided him.  He had showered, because she had insisted.
He could hear her crying, and every time she looked at him, his heart bled.
Her eyes were all red and swollen; her nose had been running too.
Her heart was breaking, as was his, and he didn’t know how to fix it.  Every time he tried to speak to her she ran away or screamed angrily at him.
She wouldn’t listen.

 

Later that morning, Crystal had called in sick and had spoken to her new boss, Devia.
She explained she wasn’t feeling well.  Devia had been wonderful on the phone and had been very comforting to her, asking her is she was all right.  And did she want her to come over to check on her?  Crystal was hardly able to speak, she was so choked up with tears, and Devia was being so kind to her. Crystal took the rest of the day off and said she would call back the next day and let her know how she was feeling.  She had no idea how overjoyed Devia had been to hear of her sadness and sorrow.  At work, Devia had been imagining the fighting with a sick sense of joy.  All the plate smashing, the anger and recriminations.
It was what
she
would do in such a situation.  She laughed all day at the thought of how her plans were going so well.  Little did she know, that hardly a word had been spoken all day.
The house had been enveloped in a deathly silence, which was worse, as nothing was being discussed or resolved.
It was like the kiss of death to the relationship.  Julian still had no idea what to do.

 

This called for outside help.  He phoned his boss Andrew and asked to meet him for a beer.  He would know what to do; he had known Crystal since she had been at school, whereas he was a relatively new person to the area, and an outsider.
He had only lived there for fifteen years, or so.

Andrew was very furtive when he asked to meet him.  Julian could hear it on the phone.
His voice was guarded.
They had known each other years, so he couldn’t work out why.
He wondered if Crystal had called him and already spoken to him about that morning.
He hoped not, as he didn’t want him to have already formed an opinion against him, and be protective of Crystal when he didn’t even know what he had done wrong.  He needed Andrew to be unbiased and help him.
As Julian prepared to leave, he heard Crystal wailing loudly.
She thought he was going out to meet his mystery woman, even though he had told her he was meeting Andrew to discuss work.  He told Crystal to call him and he would put Andrew on to say hi.

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