It was late afternoon when Red awoke after a nice catnap. A gentle lapping of the sea against the side of the boat reassured him that all was right with his surroundings.
Slipping quietly off to the bathroom, the man rinsed his face with cool water in the double basin which lined the north wall of the yacht. He smiled into the palm of his hands allowing the water to trickle between his fingers as he heard Lizzy pad barefoot into the bathroom.
Turning his head, his smile widened as he grabbed a nearby towel to dry his face. His eyes took in the visual beauty afforded him.
Liz scratched at some imaginary itch, her hair more tossed and wild from the action. Her lips, swollen and red, reminded the man of a sweet berry. The love bites and beard burn on her neck, breasts and thighs, were a pl
