"Doctor, Captain, these are new members, Doctor Adams and his wife Doctor McVeigh." The Commodore is a bit of a prig at times.
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Tom, this is my wife Judy."
"I'm Dennis." Said Doctor Adams.
"And I'm Irene."
They were a nice looking couple. His accent was English, there was a bit of Irish in hers. We were at a party at the yacht club following a regatta.
"Were you racing today?" Asked Irene.
"No," Judy replied, "We're strictly cruisers any more."
"And party goers." I added.
"I see your drinks are empty, what are you having?"
On the way home Judy said, "They seem nice."
"Ya. I got the sense she's a kindred spirit. Not sure about him."
"Oh yes. Her for sure."
I was soon half way down the bed eating Judy out. I have to run a couple of miles almost every day to keep in shape, but she rarely does anything remotely like exercise and still has the trim fit body she had in her twenties. The roll of the genetic dice has been very lucky for my Princess.
"I saw Irene today. She's in pediatrics, and was accepted as a member of the hospital. What do you think of inviting them for a sail sometime?"
"Sure. Good idea. Any weekend that fits your schedule," I don't work weekends unless someone is sick, or on vacation. Judy's on call some weekends.
I was at the hardware store the next Saturday.
"Hi, Dennis. Tom, we met at the yacht club."
"Yes, Tom. How are you this fine day?"
"Good, and you?"
"Couldn't be better."
"We were wondering if you'd like to come for a sail tomorrow?"
"Have to check with the hen, but sounds good to me. What should we bring?"
I pulled out my business card. "Got a pen? I'll give you Judy's number and she and Irene can decide."
"Hi Tom." The solid black man came over.
"Oh,Hi. Nigel, this is Dennis. He just moved here."
'Hello Dennis. Are you getting through?"
"Getting through? You must be from the Caribbean."
"Yes, Grenada. Been there?"
"Yes. Chartered there a few years ago. Grenada, Carriacau, Petite Martinique. Wonderful. What brings you to Canada?"
"I came for university, then stayed for the winters." Laugh.
"Nigel's wife is from Penetang, this is her family's business."
"Mother in law wouldn't allow her grandchildren to be brought up in a 'third world hell hole' of a country" He laughs again, "So my father in law hired me as a clerk in the store."
"Don't believe a word of it. Nigel is the CFO of the company."
"Sh man! See that redhead with the big tits that just came in the front door? I've convinced her I'm a poor oppressed nigger with a twelve inch dong. She invites me over when her husband is out of town."
The redhead scans the store and comes our way.
"Hi Tom.I saw you looking. What did Nigel say about me?"
"Hi Lynne. This is Dennis. He and his wife Irene just moved here."
"Hi, Dennis. OK, gotta run. Pick up Mandy at her soccer practice. See you at six Nigel." and she headed towards the back door and the parking lot.
"And that was Nigel's wife. Got a pen I can borrow?"
I took Nigel's pen and wrote Judy's number on the back of my card.
It looked like it would be a beautiful sailing day. We met at the marina and the club's launch took us out to 'Sable's' mooring.
"Is this a Gunboat?"
"No. Judy wouldn't buy me a million dollar yacht. She's an Atlantic 42."
We stowed the supplies the ladies brought, showed Irene and Dennis where everything was, dropped the mooring and sailed away.
"Either of you like to steer?"
"I would, Judy."