It all started when I answered an ad for a boat for sale. I had been looking for a good boat for a few years but hadn't really looked seriously. The ad in the paper was for a year old boat at a very low price and just the type boat I was looking for.
The house where the owner of the boat lived was near the local lake. It was a modest home among some very high dollar ones. The boat was parked in the driveway and I spent a few minutes looking it over. It could have been on the showroom floor for all the wear and tear it showed. Other than a watermark on the motors lower unit, it was in perfect condition.
"It was only used twice," a female voice from behind me said.
Without looking around, I replied, "I can believe that."
When I did turn around, my eyes got big and my mouth dropped open. I have seen some beautiful women but this woman was at the very top of the list. Tall, slender, redheaded, and wearing a tiny pale yellow string bikini with an open terry cloth wrap over it.
I took a deep breath as I closed my mouth. I let it out slowly and said, "Good afternoon. I'm here about the boat you have for sale." I got it out in a reasonably steady voice. My eyes behind my sunglasses were wandering up and down and all over her lush body.
"Yes, the boat," she said softly, a sad look coming to her face. "It was my husbands and like I said, he got to use it twice."
From the sound of her voice and the look on her face, I could tell something had happened to her husband. I wasn't sure how to ask about it or even if I should.
I guess I had a questioning look on my face because she said, "He bought the boat, brought it home, and took me for a ride out to the island that very afternoon. We had a wonderful time. The next Saturday, he went fishing and had a great day." She paused, the sad expression got deeper. "The following Monday he had a bad headache and went to see the doctor."
She paused again and sighed. "Too make a long sad story short, he was diagnosed with a brain tumor and died a short time later. That was five months ago. I hate to part with the boat but I don't even know how to run it and I need the money."
"My condolences, I lost my wife several years ago so I have some idea of how you must feel."
The woman nodded. "Dick was older than me but I never expected...." She paused with a sigh and changed the subject back to the boat. "I'm asking six thousand for the boat but I'm not sure if that is too much or not."
"From the condition of the boat and the age, it's actually a little low."
"It's half of what Dick paid for it so I figured it would sell quickly. The bills piled up quicker that I thought they would and it took longer to get Dick's finances in order. The six thousand will get me back even."
"I'll take it." I told her and then my conscience jabbed me. "At nine it would be a good deal. At six, it's stealing. I'll split the difference and give you seven five."
The woman looked at me sharply for a second and then nodded. "You're a good man not to take advantage of an old lady."
Grinning, I looked around and then asked, "Old lady? What old lady?"
The woman smiled and stuck out her hand. "I'm Helen and I'm a lot older than I look."
I took her hand and replied, "My friends call me Tex and I'm older than I look also but you can't be a day over thirty five."
"Forty three actually but don't tell anyone."
"Add twenty years to that and you'll have mine."
"I would have guessed early to mid fifties but nowhere near sixty. You're only a little younger than Dick." She got a sad expression again.
"Is there a launch ramp near here, where I can try the boat out?" I asked to change the subject.
"There is a private one here in the subdivision but I'd have to go with you. The stuffed shirts that run this place don't even allow guests to use it unless a property owner is with them."
"I'd be honored with the company even if there wasn't any rules."
A smile brightened her face and then she grinned. "You are a charmer, aren't you? It must be the generation or something. Dick was the same way."
"We were raised with manners if nothing else," I replied and then asked, "Do I need to tow it?"
"Yes, unless you want to ride the garden tractor to the launch ramp. That's how I got it out of the garage. I sold Dick's truck and my car doesn't have a hitch thingy."
"Let me back my truck in and we'll go check it out then."
She looked at me for a moment and then nodded as if she had made a decision. "Ok, let me get my purse and change into something more appropriate. I was relaxing by the pool when I heard your truck door shut."
"What better for a boat ride than a bikini?" I asked with a grin.
She chuckled softly but said, "Probably so but I'd feel better with a little more on. Not to mention the noisy neighbors who think I'm some kind of brazen woman for wearing this with my husband dead only a few months."
"I know the type. Too bad they don't realize that life goes on and we have to do what we have to do to put things out of our minds."
"Exactly. I always wore my bikini by the pool so why should I change that now. Anyway, I always enjoyed the way Dick looked at me when I wore it. It's comforting in it's own way."
I grinned and nodded. I could see what Dick saw and understood it well from his point of view. "I'll get my truck," I said as I turned and headed down the driveway.
*****
I had the boat hooked to the truck and was inspecting the lights when Helen returned. She had on a pair of loose fitting blue shorts, a white blouse with the tail knotted below her breasts, and tennis shoes. I grinned when I saw the yellow of the bikini top peeking from the open front of the blouse.
"Are we ready?" I asked.
She nodded and pulled a set of keys out of her purse with a float attached to them. "We'll need these."
"Good thinking," I said as I went around and opened the passenger door for her.
She smiled as she climbed into the truck. "Dick was a gentleman also. Even after ten years of marriage he still opened doors for me."
"Smart man." I replied with a grin. "Younger guys don't get it but that's their problem," I added as I shut the door.
When I got in and started the truck, Helen pointed to the right. "Two blocks down and on the left. There's a gate that's always locked so I'll have to open it. I'll also have to close and relock it. It's a royal pain in the butt."
*****
Past the gate was a small parking lot that had just enough room to make a circle so I could back the boat down to the launch ramp. With a couple of trucks and trailers in the parking lot, it would have been a job to get turned around.
"They don't make it easy, do they?" I asked as I stopped the truck.
"Most of the member of the board of the property owners association have private boat docks so they only use this once or twice a year. It used to be three times as big but they sold the lots on each side. It's just another way they are forcing the little people out."
I nodded as I got out of the truck. Helen got out and came around to the back of the truck to join me. I found a bowline in the first storage locker I looked in. I unhooked the front tie down and hooked on the rope. I tied a loop in the bowline and dropped it over the front upright and below the winch.
Helen grinned and shook her head. "Dick had one of his earlier boats get away from him a couple of times. I always followed him down to hold the rope while he parked the truck. Neither of us was smart enough to do what you just did."
"I was raised around boats. My dad fished and several of my uncles commercial fished so I got an education early in life. Most of it's second nature by now," I said as I went to remove the motor tote and to check that the plug was in place. The plug wasn't there. After a few minutes search, I found it under the drivers seat.
"That's another thing Dick forgot several times. Talk about your mad scrambles," Helen said with a grin.
"I've played that game a time or two myself," I replied with a chuckle as I headed back for the cab of the truck.
Helen stood to the side as I backed the boat into the water. I had the trailer slightly to the side so I could see it in the rearview side mirror. When the boat was afloat, I tapped the brake and stopped. The boat slid off the trailer easily.
I retrieved the rope and pulled the boat over to the dock and tied it off.
*****
When I returned from parking the truck, Helen was sitting in the passenger seat waiting for me. I hadn't asked when the battery had been charged last. I hoped it still had enough juice to crank the motor. After pumping the bulb to prime the engine, it kicked off on the first try. The fifty horsepower four stroke motor was so quiet I had to turn to make sure it was running.
Helen got up, untied the boat, dropped the rope in the floor of the boat, and returned to her seat. "And away we go," she said with a big grin.
I eased the throttle forward and eased the boat out past the no wake buoy. Once I cleared the buoy, I fed in more throttle and was soon cruising across the lake at 45 miles per hour according to the speedometer. The engine was still quietly humming to itself. I had never owned a four stroke outboard and was surprised at how quiet it ran.
"Do you fish?" I asked Helen to make conversation.
"No, if I went fishing with Dick, he fished and I sunbathed and read."