Well before nine, I was sitting having coffee, hoping Linda would show up. I was getting pretty hungry, when I saw her big smile striding straight for my table. Crudely, I did not get up, but did greet her, "Good morning, Sexy. Did you have to explain very much to your nosey daughter?"
She sat, leaning close to whisper into my right ear, "I told her we did not have regular sex, but that I got so carried away masturbating you had to keep me from falling and then you left. Emile did not buy a single word of it. Her frustration would have been hilarious, but I was still enjoying what we did." She kissed my lips and straightened up, not caring if strangers saw or heard, she added, "Thank you for last night, Tom."
"It was my pleasure lovely lady. Let's get us some well earned breakfast."
As we wound down from breakfast and small talk, Linda said, "I feel guilty that all the fun was mine last night."
"You did send me home frustrated but when I got to my cabin I was so horny I abused myself for an hour, making a big mess. Did you notice when we kissed? I still haven't washed my lips because they taste of where you had your busy fingers." I paused while she blushed and enjoyed a little twinge run through her pussy. "But if you're feeling guilty and keeping score, I can come up with some really fun ideas."
Linda quickly realized that she had momentarily lost the spirit of our evening together. I brought it back to her, "Just watching the freedom and pleasure you allowed yourself, gave me a thousand times what I may have given you. I should be thanking you for letting me watch you release all that beauty your have inside you."
Linda's eyes filled with tears that did not flow down her cheek. I handed her my hanky, took her hand and led her on a walk, just to be together. About half the length of the ship passed under our feet before, I asked, "So, what do you and your frustrated daughter have on the agenda today?"
"She wants to meet you, this morning. She didn't want breakfast but I bet she's ready now."
"No she doesn't. She thinks I molested her mother and she is looking for a sharp knife."
"Be serious, Tom. She really does. I think it would be good for her. She is struggling in her life right now. She was a wonderful, fun, happy kid. But she's had some bad experiences with young men and is becoming an angry woman. She has given up dating, sworn off sex; all her friends seem androgynous. Maybe getting to know a playful, mature man would help."
"Mature, is it. Does that translate "Old Fart," "Dirty old Man" or just imply that I'm a little crazy, sweet and harmless."
"Please, Tom, I do not know how to help her. She is heading for serious problems."
"What were her bad experiences?"
"First, she lost her virginity to a guy's rough fingers when he wouldn't take "No" for an answer. She came home crying with blood all over her thighs and skirt. Then, earlier this year, she really liked a very handsome, popular college boy. She was full of romance novels and wanted to give herself to her dream man. He got drunk and forced himself into her. He was thick and she wasn't moist or relaxed enough to take him. He took her anyway and messed her up pretty bad."
"I understand. OK, Mom, I'll be brave. Call the inquisitor and have her meet us in the alcove across from the Piano Bar."
The alcove was plush and private this time of the morning. I hoped Emile would feel safe and open up to me. She showed up looking aggressive and without a smile. We fumbled through more formal introductions and sat down in deafening, uncomfortable silence. Emile wanted control.
"So what did you do to change my Mother last night?"
"Your Mother is a hot, passionate woman. We enjoyed each other's friendship and intimate company. She told me, you two talked, but you would not believe that we didn't have traditional sex. We just played having fun with our sexuality. I certainly did not change her."
Emile was intrigued by my answer but wanted to be in control more. "That sounds like a lot of bull, she was different last night. Besides I don't think sex is fun, all it does is screw up friendships and hurt people."
I glanced at Linda; she was urging me on. "I've never run into a pretty young woman who is working so hard to be angry and is so very wrong. The most beautiful gifts we have as adults are love and sex."
Mom and daughter were listening. Maybe I should push my luck, "But sex is very powerful. Its tied into every emotion. It is easy to get hurt, especially when you are young. Girls are full of romance and boys are full of testosterone. I'm sorry for how you feel, Emile. I wish we could relax together and I wish I could prove to you how wrong you are."
Anger flashed in Emile's eyes, "All you want is to work yourself up, trick me and get your rocks off at my expense."
I looked at Linda again and said, "Are you OK with me continuing with this?"
She looked very concerned; her brain was going a mile a minute but her motherly virtues pushed her to nod, yes.
"Alright, no-it-all-little-girl, I'm going to give you something to think about. I know you need money for college and I want to prove to you that you are wrong. I'm going to give you a very personal challenge, I'll put my money where my mouth is and I'll make sure you feel perfectly safe."
Linda knew something uncomfortable was coming. Emile was very puzzled.
"I know you are not a virgin and know the score. With your Mother in the room, I want three hours with you. I can talk to you, kiss you, take your clothes off, touch you and direct you. I will not hurt you in any way or fuck you." She bristled at the use of that harsh word but I had used it for that affect. I continued, "What you have to do is relax and be honest. You also have to promise to keep an open mind and not fight what your mind and body tells you. For the three hours, I will give you $10,000, whatever the outcome. Paid in advance. And if I even hint at breaking any of my own rules, you and your mother can call a stop and you keep the money."
Emile and Linda were both in shock. The women were trying to cope with both my power and my challenge. I saw Carrie walking toward the jewelry shop. I jumped up saying, "I see someone I want both of you to meet."