Ducking down behind the counter Angel grabbed her purse and looked in its mirror.
Touching up her lipstick she saw Flo standing behind her.
"You sprucing up for that guy over there?"
"What makes you think that?"
"He asked for you, said he wanted to be seated in your section."
"Really?" she asked with her head tilted to one side and a smirk on her face.
Without humor Flo laughed.
"Do you know he watches you coming to work with his telescope? His offices are across the street--on the fifteenth floor."
"No kidding!"
"I'm not. When I brought him coffee he wrote it down." Pointing to a sheet of paper from his legal pad she said, "I got it all right here. See for yourself."
"I just met him last night. Before he left, he asked if I would go out with a deaf man."
"Be careful girl. He might be a nut case."
"With a sweet face like that? No way."
Looking his way she felt her heart do a somersault.
In less than twenty-four hours, Dick had worked his way into her fantasies without speaking one word.
*****************
Confident he could read lips, she mouthed "I'll be right with you."
Turning in the breakfast order he'd written to the cook, she kept returning to give Dick refills on his coffee and write down answers to all the questions he kept asking.
When he was finished with his meal, he gave her a note to follow up on the one he wrote her the night before.
"Have you had a chance to think about what I asked you? WILL you, go out on a date with me?"
"I . . . I would like that . . . very much."
Flashing her a smile he pointed to his heart and then to hers.
"I think I'm in love with you," he wrote, "I fantasized about you last night . . . Is it okay for me to say that?"
Blushing, Angel wrote, "How do we go about making this all happen? The date I mean?"
"Write down your phone number."
"How would THAT work?"
"I have room mates who help me with my phone calls."
********************
Two days later one of them called her.
"Dick asked me to read this to you. Please listen to it all before you comment."
"Dear Angel, I belong to a speakers club. It's like Toastmasters International. My buddies made me a bet that I couldn't get a date with girl without talking. For fun, I went along with it. The truth is that I'm not deaf. If you will still speak to me, tell my buddy to hand the phone to me so we can talk."
Happy that he could hear, Angel's eyes watered and her voice broke.
"Put him on . . . . Are you there Dick?"
"Yes. It I'm here. Are you mad at me?"
"Not mad Dick. I'm just over-joyed you can hear. It feels like a miracle."
"Angel, It seemed innocent at the time . . . a little fun bet with the guys . . . once I was in, I didn't know how to get out . . . I have no good excuse. But I'm a basically a good guy, harmless."
"I believe you."
"Can we still go out?
"No problem. We can still go out."
"Good. You and I have concerts to hear and songs to sing."
Angel was in second heaven. At last true love was on her doorstep, knocking loud and clear.
*****************
Two days later when she got off work they met for breakfast.
Kissing her hand he left by eight and promised to call soon for date number two.
The short-order cook who watched it all exclaimed, "Angel, the man is crazy for you!"
"I hope you are right, 'cause that's how I'm feeling about him."
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Their next date was at Helga's--right along with nine of her room-mates.
Dick talked her into inviting them saying, "I want to demonstrate my organ, the girls will love it."
For days it was all the talk around the rooming house.
Sarah, the comic among the girls, put up a flyer on the refrigerator, "Meet Angel's Dick. He's going to show us his organ Saturday afternoon at two."
***********************
Dick was a comic too. Everyone got a big kick out of him and enjoyed hearing him play on new type of Roland Electronic Keyboard.
It was the latest in keyboards and duplicated the sounds normally only found on a full-size church organ by using signal processing and sample technology.
Dick let them know his store sold the instrument, and that he personally gave lessons.
Also that he used it to play for weddings--should any of them need him for that.
He had a great voice and played beautifully allowing everyone to sing along with him.
Before he left, he handed out his business cards, and told them to call for lessons or stop in to his music store to say hello.
Packing up his equipment, he told Angel he couldn't go out for dinner, because he had to leave earlier than planned.
She was disappointed but accepting and thanked him for coming over.
Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, he said, "I'm sorry I can't stay, but I have other demonstrations yet today."
All and all Dick was not only entertaining,
but a hustler with a good work ethic--an excellent salesman and a go-getter for sure.
Angel liked this in a man and figured if they ever got married, he'd be a good provider.
*****************
After that so called "second date" he called every three or four few days, but there was always some reason he was not available.
Finally one day he called and said, "I'm going to make it up to you. Start packing. We're spending time in Provincetown, guests of my mothers, she's gonna love you."
******************
Punching out at seven, Angel cleaned up, and changed clothes. With a packed suitcase by her side, she sat at the counter waiting for Dick to pick her up.
An hour went by and she was still waiting.
It became obvious there'd be no weekend in Provincetown and she'd been stood up.
About ready to return home, her friend Todd the detective, showed up for coffee and sat down beside her.
With a bit of prodding, she ended up telling him why she was waiting and spilled the whole story of how she and Dick had met.
Todd listened intently and kept shaking his head.
"Look Angel, you don't even know this guy's last name. How dumb is that! He sounds to me like he's married, a con or both. He could be an ax murderer for all you know. Don't see him again. If he gives you any trouble, let me know. Ditch him!
"Do you really think so?"
"Absolutely. Come with ME to Provincetown instead. I'll get TWO rooms this time and behave myself."
Assuring her he wouldn't send her back to Boston like he did the last time, she said thanks, but she'd have to think about it.
"Come on, we'll have fun. I promise to return you unharmed in plenty of time to check into work on Monday."
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And he was right. Everything went even better than planned.
All week-end long they visited art galleries, shopped, played tennis, and strolled past long rows of breath taking yachts.
At the end of the longest row, sat the Pier Bistro where they decided to conclude their final day with the "Sunset Special Dinner For Two".
After the main course Angel excused herself to go to the restroom.
On the way back to the table, she couldn't believe what she saw. It was Dick--sitting at a table with a big group.
A woman sat next to him on one side and on the other side, two little kids.
Ignoring the others at the table Angel confronted him.
"Dick, I thought we had a date today--that we were spending the weekend at your mothers."
Looking directly in her face, he shrugged.
"Do I know you? then he quickly added, "Oh yeah, I do. I must have forgotten. Are you sure it was THIS weekend?"
"Who are your friends Dick?"
"Oh, let me introduce you! This beautiful woman is Margo, my mother, and these two little guys are Ty and Tay, my twin cousins.
The rest here are the crew . . ."
Everyone said hello and went back to their conversations.
Dick's mother was most pleasant and gracious and invited Angel to sit down and visit with her.
The kids continued to color their place mats and play hide and go-seek under the table.
Dick excused himself and left for the restroom.
Margo moved over closer to Angel's chair and gently explained that Dick had mental problems and black outs.
She assured Angel, that her son always told the truth--that most likely he stood her up because her could not recall making a date with her.
***********************
As it turned out, Margo's son, married a woman he'd met a month after he joined the airforce. Six months later, his plane crashed on a training mission leaving him with a brain injury.
"Now," Margo explained, "adding to his stress, his wife filed for divorce. 'Irreconcilable differences' is what he's told us."
It was exhausting to Angel, but it made her feel better. At least Dick was OFFICIALLY sick. Not a game player.
Knowing WHAT was the matter--that he couldn't help it--stabilized her wavering faith in men.
Margo embraced Angel with a comforting hug. Looking up, she saw Todd walking towards them.
Greeting Dick's mother, he said, "Hello Margo, how have you been?"
Angel was floored. Even more so when it was revealed they'd been friends for years.
"Yeah Angel. Believe it or not, until two months ago, we lived together and were engaged to be married."
*******************
When Dick returned to the table, he greeted Todd like a long last friend, and introduced Angel to him as his step-father.
Everyone smiled but Dick was oblivious.
Soon they were talking about old times and all the fun they had living together under one roof.
Nothing was ever brought up about Todd being Angel's date.
The twins ignored it all and were soon picked up by their nanny. Dick immediately hit on her with his irresistible charm.
Before long, he announced to the entire table he was off to the movies with his nephews and might even stay overnight
with them all.
Margo chuckled and said, "That's my son for you . . . ."
With the urging of the crew, Margo then invited a group of teachers sitting near their table to follow her, to come on board her yacht.
"It's called, 'Never Too Late,' and is docked right there," she said pointing to the Fleming 65, 80 ton luxury yacht.
******************
After further introductions, everyone grabbed a deck chair and settled in to watch the predicted million dollar sunset.
Margo made a point of finding Captain Coors and introducing him to Angel.
"Everybody just calls me Captain," he said sticking his hand out and winking at Angel.
*******************
Still feeling a little tipsy from the wine at dinner, it didn't take long for the two of them to be engaged in a deep conversation laced with heavy doses of lusty flirting.
As small talk filled the air and the sun sank leaving behind a psychedelic glow, sweet smelling smoke floated around the deck and appeared to dance to the jazz played on shore.
Favorites of Angel's, Sonny Rollins, Jim Hall, Roy Hargrove and Christian McBride were performing not more than a 100 feet away.
****************
The darker it got, the more guests paired off hand and hand and drifted in different directions.
Todd and Margo said they were going for walk, but not before she told her hunky Captain, "Take good care of Angel, do you hear?"
Then hand and hand, Angel and Captain left to tour the top deck.
****************
Finding a cozy upholstered lounging area, the two of them continued to talk and touch as the boat gently rocked and lulled them into a long embrace.
A cool breeze blew off the bay and blended the scents of their bodies.
"Oh Captain, you smell like a warm rich chocolate, hot roasted peanuts and cherry flambeau . . . "
"Yes," he chuckled, "that's it, how you smell too, but one served with cognac."
Then moving his mouth to hers, he let his lips linger until she opened her mouth and bid him enter with a casual flick of her tongue.
Lips pressed together and senses flooded with passion, their fingers clutched and tore at the clothing that separated them.
Suddenly the Captain looked at his watch and broke away.
"Gotta go, duty calls," he said, his voice gravelly from lust, "I'll be right back."
Using his absence as a chance to visit the head, she left also.
By the time she'd returned, he was back.
Laying semi-reclined he welcomed her with arms outstretched.
"Get over here . . . sorry to leave like that but I had something that couldn't wait."
His shirt tail was out and he sat in front of a tray with two tall frosty drinks and bowl of cashews. The look on his face reminded her of a caveman. One who had slain the deer and tossed it at her feet.
"I had to go through a lot to put together this feast I'll have you know . . . "
Giggling she sat down and snuggled back into his arms where he fed her nuts--one at a time--then sips of his drink while sliding his free hand up and down her leg.
Bringing it to rest between her upper thighs he mock pleaded, "Warm my hand for me?"
"Why not." she said, "seems the least I could do for a man who went to so much trouble for food and drink."
Grinning he said, "How do you like it?"
Feeding her a second sip he said, "It's my own version of the Screwdriver . . . ."
It looked innocent and delicious--its little paper umbrella stabbed through a mandarin orange, maraschino cherry and a hunk of pineapple.
She sensed it wasn't though. Nor was he.
******************
Giggling they exchanged their maraschino cherries mouth to mouth as they kissed and petted heavily.
Gradually, the Captain lowered his head, raised her skirt, and with his tongue, inserted a cherry into her belly button. Stem out.
"I'm saving your little cherry for dessert," he told her.
Head spinning she moaned, "MMMMMM."
"Do you like it when I kiss your tummy? Moving lower he asked, "How about here? And there?"
"Yeah, she moaned, "right there . . . do there . . ."
As he licked downward the heavy ache in her pussy pounded as he moved closer to ground zero.
"Captain . . . find my little cherry . . . "
"I will baby, gonna move it down lower and lower and then gobble it up."
"Okay Captain. . . oh . . . oh . . . that feels so good."
"Oh baby, you are so wet . . ."
"Do you like me wet?"
"Yes," he hissed and pushed a finger inside her, moving it in and out, slowly and then faster, progressing to two.
"I love it that I make you this wet," he growled.
"Oh my God," she hollered out, my God!"
As a raging desire born of pure lust ripped through her, she desperately wanted something she'd never had.
An honest to God big thick cock. A real one. Flesh and blood. Hot and ready. Hitting her hard, deep inside.
Had not a thing to do with love, but a lot to do with acute need. The desire to fuck and be fucked without reservation.
**********************
She licked up and down his neck as her free hand tried to unzip his jeans.
Grasping it he growled, "Let me help you . . . "
****************
The quick rasp of his zipper was followed by grabbing her by the back of her neck and pushing her head into his crotch.
"Slip your hand up and down my shaft," he ordered.
Then, pressing her soft lips into the head of his cock, he groaned, "Suck it baby, suck it . . . "
Forcing himself down her throat like that nearly choked her--she feared she'd die any minute--that she was with a maniac.
When he withdrew to pace himself, Angel took advantage of the moment.
She bit him and broke free in his initial shock.
"What the hell do you think you're doing to me woman. That better have been an accident!"
"What did you put in my drink? Date rape drops?"
"I didn't. But what if I did?"
"Karma will get you."
Laughing he said, "Yeah right. I'm real scarred. Goddamn-it. Get back here and take those panties off before I rip them off you."
"Don't you touch me."
"You know you want it. Don't try to stop me. Like it or not, you're gettin' fucked."
"No! Let me go, you can't do this."
Lunging at her, he ripped the front of her dress down the middle and tore it wide open.
Covering herself, she clutched what was left of the fabric and broke away sobbing.
Running around the parameters of the yacht she tried to find Todd, anyone.
"Help me, help me, please . . . . Help me!"
With no one in sight and the Captain right behind her in pursuit, Angel ran down the gangplank and headed towards another nearby yacht.
Reaching her destination she ran on board as she looked back over her shoulder
She didn't see the yachtsman hunched down securing a yellow raft.
Running smack into his back--she tumbled forward hitting a post and fell overboard.
Picking himself up, the man jumped in after her and saved her life.
****************
When she came to, he smiled at her and said, "Do you recognize me?"
Moaning and holding her head she said, "No. Who are you?"
"I'M THE GUY YOU TRIPPED OVER--BEFORE GOING OVERBOARD."
Tucking the blankets around her, he held her hand and took her temperature.
"Relax, young lady, here's my Physicians I.D. I'm Dr. McCormick--Mac McCormick--everyone calls me Doc. Do you remember me now? The Cantab?"
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To Be Continued (Part 8)
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