Photo for today

The Thanksgiving Holiday has got me all discombulated. Here's some eye candy to look at until I can get my girdle in gear - hopefully in the next couple of days, and resume this story.

The Play's The Thing

I must apologize for the long delay in posting here. I've been working on a comedy/mystery play that I'll be entering into a competition here in Cheyenne.

However, I'm well along with it now and will get back to this story by tomorrow!

Thanks so much for your patience.

Chase Me Faster part 8

The third pair of male eyes belonged to Simon Alexander.

Simon was fifty years old - although he paid no attention to his age. He was five foot six inches tall, and carried himself ramrod straight. He had silver hair, a square face that just missed being handsome, and the build of someone who didn't eat to excess, as opposed to someone who worked out.

Simon was terrified of flying which was why he was taking a ship...but he was only mildly less afraid of the big ship sinking under him and was feeling the butterflies. He'd decided that exercise would be the best way to take his mind off his troubles, and had begun walking around the ship.

But it was a huge ship and he'd gotten tired, so he'd found a bench to sit on, and for a few minutes had watched other people walk by. He had seen Michele coming and liked the look of her. After she'd passed, he'd resumed his own walking, although that was just a coincidence. Simon was not a rear-view man.

In any event, he thought as he walked behind her, he did not have the courage to approach her. She was young ... well, thirty-ish... and very attractive, and could probably have any man she wanted.

Besides, he wasn't on this ship for pleasure. He had a package in a money belt around his waist (Simon was dressed in his habitual clothing, light grey slacks, white shirt, and a grey summer jacket) which he had to deliver to people when he arrived at his destination, and so he mustn't get involved with anyone even if he wanted to.

Simon's lips twitched. Even if he could.

Chase Me Faster, Part 7

The second pair of eyes belonged to Brian McDermott, the lifeguard for the pool. Each pool had its own lifeguard crew - four young people trained in CPR and other first aid skills. Supervising all these individuals was the lifeguard Captain - an older individual who not only knew all the life-guarding skills but was also skilled in getting young people to do their job, and make schedules for them all. This was Brian McDermott's job.

He'd already run into a problem with one of his lifeguards for this particular pool - a young man who'd been partying the night before the ship left, and who was now nursing a hangover and unfit for duty.

McDermott had stepped into the breach.

McDermott was about 5 ft 8, forty-ish, with a trim stomach, covered now by the white sleeveless lifeguard t-shirt he wore, and blue swimming trunks. He sat in a high chair which gave him a complete view of the pool and the surrounding area.

If he'd been at a pool with children he would not have taken his eyes off it - but the pool, while crowded, was crowded full of adults, each of whom was doing nothing more strenuous than playing catch with beach balls, except for one poor sap who was apparently trying to swim laps and weaving in and out of the other bodies.

Then he'd seen the woman walking slowly along the deck...exactly the kind of woman who caught his eye...walking with such confidence, but with no excessive swaying of the hips in an effort to attract any and all men's attention.

He hoped she'd come back to the pool...this time in a swimsuit.