Art Van and the surprise cont... 5-30-11

With a cacophony of rushing water surrounding me and several Diet Pepsi's working there way down, it was inevitable. The Captain needed to visit the head. I throttled down to an idle and waited for a huge gap in boat traffic on the St. Clair River. I checked my chart to ensure that I was far away from any navigation hazards. I planned my dash down the steps into the main salon and the port stateroom. I calculated the entire process would take no more than 45 seconds. I darted down the steps. It was dim in the main salon...except for a pair of bright eyes staring at me from the main sofa! It was Art's Mistress, Summer! She was naked from the waist up. She was probably naked from the waist down too, but I couldn't tell because Art was on top of her and very busy. I saw more of him than I wanted to see, and then, as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, noticed Summer's bare legs wrapped around him. The urge to use the head was instantly forgotten. With Summer staring at me wide-eyed, I backed up the steps post haste. The main stateroom was aft of the salon and was as richly appointed and spacious as a four star hotel. "One would think they would use a bed instead of the open area in the middle of the ship" I thought as I curled into a fetal position on the deck and rocked myself into my happy place.