It began innocently enough. I was working through my vacation as first mate on a forty-foot cabin cruiser in the Caribbean. The captain, my friend, was kind enough to keep me employed all of my summers through college.

As a charter, we usually had from four to six people aboard for short cruises. Generally our passengers were middle-aged businessmen and their wives or girlfriends. On one particular cruise I really lucked out, having two young couples on board for an extended weekend. I certainly didn’t expect any sex, but it was nice to see two beautiful women sunning themselves on the deck, even if their husbands were also on the boat. While serving brunch to the two ladies our first morning out, one of them kept staring at me — and at my bathing trunks. This struck me as odd, considering she had an attractive... Read More