Three weeks have passed. In that time the move had been officially made, the relationship officially solidified, the bizarre funding officially confirmed from Jack, and his life officially remedied. To his wonder and disbelief he awoke every morning living there with Katherine choking down his jism. He would cook for her afterwards and eat the pineapple cubes offered to him. Why not, as they were delicious and certainly healthy. In the three weeks he simultaneously felt a tremendous peace as well as a sort of skittish restlessness. He found he was quite right in his assumptions with her activity, but even more so with company.
Back when he watched her through binoculars and several layers of glass she was a layabout, but nowhere near as much with a lover. Katherine would simply cling to him and rest between vaping and fucking. He prompted a few times to see if she wanted any kind of exterior activity, but she seemed to loathe the prospect and would just get closer.
Spencer contemplated this, as he had much time to do so now. He thought his life may have been saved and possibly even redeemed by this girl... but now he was beginning to think more and more that his presence might be hindering hers. The shoot for the pot mag went off fine, and he was the first to get a copy, thanks to Minerva. Spencer remembered flipping through and feeling staggered at how powerfully alluring the editors and photographers had captured her feline form slinking amongst clusters of marijuana. The eyes seemed enhanced by some filter. But his heart had sunk when reading the brief biography supplied at the side of the centrefold.
"Katherine Elektra comes from a small town in California, spending her free time there tending to the garden in the summer. Usually wearing less than you see here (she told us with a giggle). Ever since moving to Canada she spends her time with her family and friends on her 20 acre property. Aside from enjoying the freedom and nightlife in the nearby humble city, she enjoys hiking and sea-dooing. Katherine holds a cosmetology license and hopes to someday be a professional make-up artist for the film industry."
Bullshit. While reading this, Spencer frowned at every inaccuracy and even felt kind of second-hand embarrassed for whoever wrote this tripe. Where do they come up with this? She had no family, friends, license or active lifestyle to speak of... except him now. The fact that he hadn't changed this for her made him feel quite useless. He had looked at her then over in the kitchen, wearing nothing but one of his long T-shirts and opening the fridge for milk. Innocent... sad... he knew she deserved better.
So, later in this fresh afternoon he finally spoke up with authority. Something he tried not to do since... that night. But it finally called for it. Katherine looked up to him from his lap as he proposed something he hadn't done in years.
"We're going sailing." He said, her chin in his light touch. Her green cat eyes looked between his, acknowledging the order and twinkling. A part of him felt dirty, another excited. "Everything's set up for tomorrow, and we'll be on the ocean bright and early. How's that sound?" The expression before him told him the familiar things he wanted to get past; the acceptance of anything as long as it was directed strongly. But there was also more than a hint of what he was eager to illicit; her fascination with the concept of something new. An adventure.
"Really?" She asked in her adorable light rasp.
"Really." He replied with benign raised brows. A smile spread on her face and she hugged him tight.
"I like you." Spencer laughed at this muffled admission from his stomach and he swelled with excitement and pride. A car rolled past through the puddles and fallen leaves outside. He realized they'd have to get some warmer clothes just in case and thanked his friend again, knowing price wouldn't be an issue. Spencer's face went serious over her head. But what in the world was Jack up to? The money had made it real. He had said something about changing the world... everything changing...
"I like you too Kitty." He said and held her tight. Her face twisted into his torso in appreciation as he stared into thought. Just what was his friend doing? He blinked and looked down at her undoing his belt. He barely had time to chuckle before feeling again her small mouth envelop his member. Spencer closed his eyes and watched the sunlight roll past in time before finally cumming into her hungry throat, her little tongue running in circles orbiting his glans as he did.
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"Is that it?"
"That's a lobster boat. We'll be taking something a little nicer to look at."
"Oh. Why are we waiting?"
"Just need to check in with a buddy. He owes me one. That's him now, actually."
"Malone! How are ya boy?" The limping man hollered approaching with a grin. He wore a lopsided black marine cap and flannel shirt puffed out over a modest belly. He gave the immediate weathered presence of a working man. His red face had deep set laugh lines and he shook Spencer's hand with a solid jolt. "Been awhile there." He said with a very fluid dialect, as if there were hardly spaces between words, then he looked to Katherine. "And Lord behold, little miss Anne Bonny 'erself!" He said, looking over her attire and gave a wheezy hearty laugh. Both Spencer and Katherine couldn't help but join him, it was the kind of laugh that was sincere and contagious.
"Good to see you again Leif." Spencer smiled. "This is Ki- er Katherine." He gestured to her who looked up at the man with bright eyes. She wore a striped black and white sailor long sleeved belly shirt, navy neckerchief, black short-shorts, flip-flops and a peaked sea captain's cap. On the way she had insisted on stopping to get an outfit for both of them but Spencer declined wearing the cap.
"Hello." She said.
"Nice to meet ya lass." He shook her small hand. "Ya picked a foine day to take 'er out on the water. Foine day."
"Sure is." Spencer nodded. "We may be staying out for a night. In sight of land to be safe." Leif nodded and led them toward the wharf. Spencer picked up the large cooler and Katherine took the packed bag before following him limp along. The water sloshed against aged wood as they stepped along in the morning sun.
"So she's all loaded for a safe one boy." Leif said in one fast fluid string. The various boats they passed on their left rocked gently as if sleeping. "Got yer jackets, flares, radio, and spare gas all loaded on. She's full now, but just in case y'know."
"Thank you." Spencer said. He looked to Katherine just in front of him on his left and smiled at her fascination with the water, seagulls and boats. Leif was still talking but he was just lost in this moment. Another slowed second of time when she turned up to him and smiled ear to ear. Spencer's chest filled with a swelling happiness and breath.
"... So thas about it me son. Good fer at least one night." Leif finished and turned to them.
"There she is. What do you think?" Spencer asked her.
"It's beautiful!" She exclaimed and bounced. It was a Pinasse twin-berth vessel. Classic varnished wood style gunwale. Pointed at both bow and stern, with navy blue painted hull. There was a retractable shelter over the bulkhead with the helm, similar to convertibles. There was decent platform space on either side of the cabin at each end to stand on. The cabin itself had three small windows on the port and starboard sides. On the starboard side of the stern was the name "Nåde" in italic white cursive.
