Chapter 19

• I placed my free hand on the small of Victoria's back, the sensual depression just above her ass and at the base of her spine. Her revealing pirate attire is slick and fake-shiny to the touch, but it certainly gives her body the appearance of something from an X-rated film. I would have likely objected to her being in public like this years ago.
• I feel like a child at Christmas time now, antsy to open a gift. I haven't been able to look away from her all evening. I'm eager to spend some time alone with her.
• I whisper in her ear, "I love this outfit," as we stroll around the outdoor patio. I take a deep breath and am overcome with sexual energy by the combination of Victoria's scent, the chlorine from the hotel pool, and a somewhat crisper air than the steamy breeze of Miami. "You make a great pirate wench."