Pam and John deal with returning to society.

In 10 parts, By BlewWater69. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

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medical attendant came looking for John to treat his shoulder, sent by

the Captain, so Pam went below deck to see Parmelle. However, Parmelle

was asleep so she didn't stay long, maybe ten minutes. She had given one

of the guardsmen some clothes for Parmelle to wear when they were still

on the island and she found them in the room. She laid them out for

Parmelle to put on when she woke and upon returning topside learned that

John was still in sickbay. She was told how to find her way there to

meet him. Just as she got there though, he was coming out the door. His

torn shirt had a bandage underneath.

"What did they do to it?" Pam asked.

"Just

some cream antiseptic and a couple butterfly bandages," John explained.

"The doc feels it will be okay without stitches. It was too wide to

stitch anyway."

"Are you going to have a scar?" Pam questioned.

"Probably; why; you dislike scars?" John queried chuckling.

"Oh,

scars don't really bother me; it's just that every time I see it from

now on it will remind me of today and how close I came to losing you,"

Pam stated.

"Hmm, good point," John agreed. "Let's change the subject. Captain told me we should be in Martinique soon."

"You think we can get a flight to New York from there?" Pam asked.

"Should

be able to but we need to discuss some things first," John said,

grabbing her hand and leading her down the hallway. "I think this is the

way to our cabin."

"We have a cabin?"

"Yeah,

the Captain gave us one to tidy up. He offered two but I told him that

wouldn't be necessary," John related with a smile. "Our luggage is in

there now."

"Oh, good," Pam exclaimed looking at John.

"You'll

definitely want to get cleaned up. The Captain told me we should expect

to see reporters at the docks. The saving of Parmelle Cure' is big news

in France and so too on Martinique where the family has had a large

estate for years. He said we're also pretty big news for surviving the

crash and living on the island all these months."

"Really; you think they'll want to ask us a bunch of questions about the crash and our time on the island?" Pam queried.

"Looks that way from what the Captain said. Mr. and Mrs. Cure' want to meet us also."

"Wow; this could be wild," Pam proclaimed.

"It sure could," John agreed as they entered the cabin and closed the door. "Pam?"

"What?"

"I got to talk to Nick briefly."

"How did you do that?" Pam exclaimed.

"The Captain flagged me down on the way to sickbay and took me to the radio room."

"What was his reaction?"

"He is amazed to hear we're still alive. He is waiting for us in New York. I'll tell you all about it later," John claimed.

"Did you tell him about me?" Pam queried.

"Yes, but not everything yet," John replied.

"Oh," Pam worried.

"We better get ready. We can talk more later," John stated.

"Okay," Pam allowed but a little worried.

Pam

saw the suitcases, one on each of the bunk beds. It didn't look like

they had been opened, which was a relief to both of them. Pam scanned

the room quickly, checking out the closet, dresser, and the attached

bathroom.

"Oh, god, John, look at this. We can take showers," Pam nearly screamed with joy.

"That'll be different, huh?" John acknowledged with a grin.

"Hot water too," Pam effused as she looked into the shower. She turned it on.

"Jumping in already?" John declared.

"You

bet! I'd invite you in but it looks kinda small," Pam added as she

stripped. "Be sweet and get me a razor from my suitcase will you?"

When

the water was right, Pam jumped into the shower and John chuckled to

himself as he heard her groaning for joy as the hot water bathed her

naked body. He opened the suitcase, moved her underwear aside, found all

the money intact, and then located a razor for her. She still had

several left from all the people's suitcases. He handed the razor to her

only to be asked to get the shampoo too. She had soap.

"You

know," John said, after stripping himself and sitting on the toilet

watching the steam from Pam's shower billow out the top. "We can't take

that money on the plane with us. It's too risky. We might get stopped

going through customs."

"What're we going to do then?" Pam asked as the hot water washed the shampoo from her hair.

"I

think we have to find time to slip away from everyone and deposit it in

two different banks. Hopefully they will be U’S banks."

"Why two banks?"

"Just

showing up and depositing one hundred thousand dollars in cash in one

bank might be risky, someone will question where we got the money. Even

fifty thousand is worrisome," John stated.

"I

see your point. John, if the reporters have photographers and they

splash our pictures all over the Martinique paper, we won't be able to

go anywhere without being recognized," Pam astutely mentioned.

"Oh, geez; right you are! What the hell are we going to do? Should we just turn the money in, you think?" John questioned.

"No way! That's our money. It may have belonged to those drug runners but they tried to kill us. We deserve it!" Pam affirmed.

"Sort of the spoils of war, huh?" John agreed with a chuckle.

"Exactly. Oh, this shower is delightful," Pam effused.

"Hurry up! We'll be in Martinique before it's my turn," John chided.

"One more leg to shave and my, you know what to do," Pam mused aloud.

"You let me do that last time," John proclaimed jokingly.

"Yeah,

well; we don't have time for that luxury right now, Big Boy. We might

have time for something else though if you don't take too long," Pam

offered.

"Oh,

you wicked woman. You want to make love on our rescue ship, a United

States Coast Guard vessel, with all these uniformed men around?" John

lambasted jokingly.

"Naughty, isn't it? You'll love it!" Pam professed.

"You

got me there," John agreed, slipping into the shower when she finally

exited. "This ship must have a huge hot water heater."

"John?"

"What?"

"Are you really going to write our story?" Pam asked.

"I should. Why not?" John queried.

"No reason. Just never thought I'd be part of anything book worthy," Pam confessed.

"That makes two of us," John allowed.

While

John finished his shower, Pam dried and combed her hair. Unlike the

salty ocean water that left her long blonde hair feeling thick with salt

and still dirty, the freshwater left it squeaky clean and radiantly

soft. She looked in the mirror as she brushed the tangles from it. The

only mirror she'd had on the island was her tiny compact. Here she had a

full body mirror on the back of the door. She admired her tanned naked

body before hunting in her suitcase for a bra and panties. She's worn so

little clothes lately that putting back on a bra and panties seemed

like overkill. She just set them on the dresser and looked through her

clothes for what she would wear. 'What does one wear to return from a

plane crash and rescue,' Pam wondered with a chuckle.

When John finished his shower and dried his hair Pam was waiting for him.

"What

do you think of this outfit?" Pam asked, holding up a light blue and

white button down shirt with no sleeves. It showed just enough cleavage

to be alluring yet tasteful. The mid-thigh length blue denim skirt with

it would show just enough leg to highlight how spectacular they were and

her gorgeous tan, yet remain dignified as well. She wanted to look

sexy, but not overtly so, and not too formal. One should not return

after many months of survival on a deserted island dressed in a swank

evening gown. People might think your time on the island couldn't have

been that tough.

"You'll look great in that," John was smart enough to say with real purpose.

"I bet you'd rather see me like this," Pam said as she laid down the clothes and walked over in front of him.

"You bet," John expressed vehemently as his hands held her naked hips to him.

They

kissed and Pam's ample breasts mashed against his bare muscular chest.

Her nipples reacted to his kiss and she got the feeling of something

starting to poke her abdomen. Her hand stole between them to squeeze his

expanding cock as her nipples hardened further against him.

"God, you feel great," John said with his one hand on the back of her head and the other pulling her tight to him.

"You too," Pam agreed.

"Your hair is so soft," John exclaimed.

"The wonders of freshwater," Pam informed.

"I'm the luckiest guy in the world to be with a creature as lovely as you," John expounded.

"I'm

pretty lucky too," Pam said jokingly, giving John's now fully erect

eight inches a good squeeze. "Not every girl has one of these to play

with."

"How does this girl want to play?" John asked merrily.

"Since

we don't have as much time as normal on our island, how about we get

each other ready and then have a nice quick shag," Pam proposed, using

the English term.

"Sounds good to me, babe," John agreed.

Before

Pam could say anything more, John bent and picked her up and carried

her to the now vacant lower bunk. The bunk beds were inconvenient but

would have to do. He switched around on her so he was on top with his

face between her legs and kissing her thighs. She watched his hard cock

move over her face and twitch with desire as they got into position.

Pam

pushed her hands up between his legs to caress his thick cock and

bloated balls. They were both very tired and could have used a nap but

the showers had helped to energize them. They would have to find time to

sleep later, but very soon also. They had been through a lot since they

last made love and the tensions of the last two days poured out in

their lovemaking. Each trying to give the other the maximum pleasure in

the short time they had.

Pam

gently pulled John by his genitals lower until her tongue could easily

flick at his sensitive swollen glands. John had already parted her

aroused lips and licked and lightly chewed on the tender petals of her

sex. They both moaned from the other's delicious caresses as they tried

to bring their partner equal pleasure.

"Mum,

oh god, John; it's not going to take much to get me there," Pam

informed before she sucked his cockhead into her warm wet mouth.

"Ah," John groaned. "Oh, that's good, babe."

John

ran his tongue along the edges of her vaginal hole. He could feel her

tremble with need as he did and more of her juices leaked out for him to

taste. She nearly bit the few inches of thick cock she had in her mouth

when he pushed his tongue deeply into her cunt.

"Mmmm," Pam moaned around his cock as more juices flooded her cunt.

"You like that?" John baited. "How about this," and he pushed a finger into her to the first knuckle.

"Ugh;” Pam growled and tried to give back what she was getting by sucking harder on his cock and stroking his shaft.

John

resumed licking her as he maneuvered another finger into her. Pam

groaned again as she used both hands and her mouth to give him maximum

pleasure too. The only difference between them was he wanted her to cum.

She had to have him inside her first before she could make him cum. It

wasn't fair because he could assault her with more intensity and that is

what he did.

"Ah," Pam howled too loud for the little cabin when John, without warning, sucked her clit into his mouth.

John

hoped no one was walking by in the hall when she did that. It wasn't a

sound likely to be heard normally on this ship. He worked his two

fingers inside Pam, seeking her spot. He found it and continued his

assault on her clit. He could feel her trembling beneath him and

starting to buck her cunt up to meet his face. He had learned the signs

of her pending orgasm well and knew she was very close.

Pam

didn't like 69's for sucking cock. It was hard for her to take John

deep in this position without gagging and then choking on her own

saliva. She took him as deep as she could and used her hands to work the

rest of him. One thing she did love about this position was the way his

big balls hung down like twin coconuts for her to fondle and play with

until they eventually pulled tight to his shaft. She enjoyed working him

to see how long that would take.

John's

fingers in her cunt and his wonderful tongue, alternating between

licking and sucking her clit, was driving Pam over the edge. She arched

her back off the bunk seeking greater contact with his mouth and hands.

She moaned around the large cock in her mouth as she felt her limit of

pleasure approaching urgently.

"Ahh," Pam grunted again just as fireworks exploded in her head.

Her

body convulsed with bliss as shockwaves of pleasure flooded her brain.

Her nipples ached to be touched and she had to move a hand from John's

excited cock to wickedly pinch and knead one of them. The extra

stimulation only added to her prolonged climax. Her body shook like a

leaf in the wind as the bliss numbed her mind into only one thought:

pleasure, wonderful pleasure. John feasted on the release of her sweet

nectar and tried to prolong her climax.

"Oh, god," Pam finally gasped as her orgasm eventually waned and her body went slack on the bed.

The

wonderful strain of her orgasm momentarily sapped her remaining

strength. She barely felt or noticed John pull his cock from her hands

and swing around. It wasn't until he was pushing at the entrance to her

cunt that she opened her eyes.

"You're going to kill me," Pam pleaded.

"You'll love it," John said and pushed forward.

"A moment to; ah; rest would have been nice," Pam claimed as his cockhead forced open her cunt.

"You can rest after you cum again," John stated and pushed again.

"Ugh; god, that thing is big," Pam proclaimed.

"Want some more?" John said chuckling as he thrust once again.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Pam growled as his cock spread her wide and deep.

"Like that?" John queried laughingly.

"God, you know it," Pam mused aloud.

"Want even more?" John jokingly said and shoved for the last time hitting her cervix.

"Argh; oh fuck; take it easy, Big Boy. The baby's in there, you know. He doesn't need company just yet," Pam gasped.

"Okay," John said pulling back till just the head remained inside her.

John

pushed quickly back into her making Pam gasp again. He was beginning to

feel the familiar rumbling in his balls and couldn't help but push the

sensations along fast. He started fucking into her with nice long

strokes. The feeling of his cock inside her was exquisite and Pam

started following him up the orgasmic ladder. Five minutes of good hard

fucking and the bunk bed was swaying and making loud creaking noises.

They both hoped no one was right outside the door.

John

could tell that Pam was getting close but he also knew he was closer.

He kept pumping into her hoping she would cum when she felt him do it.

He stroked into her even quicker now, racing towards his release. Pam

clung to him and thrust her hips off the bed into his downward thrusts.

She had adjusted to his girth and her cunt was juicing like crazy to get

ready for the ultimate moment of climax for both of them. It came one,

two.

"Oh, fuck," John yelled as his cock exploded inside Pam. His cock spewed cum into her vaginal cavity with incredible force.

"Mum; yes; yes; do it, babe," Pam grunted as her own pleasures rose higher.

John

kept thrusting for a few more strokes. It was just enough to push Pam

to her orgasm and she held his sides firmly as her cunt convulsed around

his big cock.

"Oh, god; so good; so good," Pam groaned as her orgasm crested and her juices flooded around John's buried cum soaked cock.

"Ah," John moaned as he felt her hot wet warmth spread even more around his throbbing cock.

When

they were both done, John collapsed nearly on top of her. They lay

there for a good while feeling the sweat between their bodies. They both

had their eyes closed and sleep overtook them almost immediately.

"Mr. Morrison; Mr. Morrison," finally woke John enough to hear the voice through the door and not think it a dream.

"It's Lieutenant Collier, sir. Are you awake?"

"We'll be in port in twenty minutes," said the Lieutenant.

"Yes, Lieutenant. Thank you. We'll be ready," John eventually woke enough to say.

"Very

good, sir. The Captain wants to remind you and the Ms. that there will

be reporters at the docks. The harbormaster has actually indicated quite

a few, sir," Lieutenant Collier said.

"Okay, thank you, Lieutenant."

"Very good, sir. See you topside."

"Oh, shit," Pam declared. "I got to get up right this minute to get ready."

"Okay; okay," John allowed as she shoved him off her and slid out of the bed.

"God, I feel like I need another shower," Pam exclaimed.

She

turned the water on again, got it hot, and climbed in. She stood back

from the spray to avoid wetting her hair. It wasn't easy but she managed

to wash without getting her hair too wet. She slid out of the shower

with the water on so John could go in. Twenty minutes later they were

leaving the cabin dressed and with their luggage repacked. It had been a

whirlwind affair but they had managed. Not having to redo her hair and

not needing much make up, especially with her tan, really helped Pam be

ready quickly.

When

they got topside they were led to the bridge by one of the ensigns. The

sun was a glowing red hot ball setting in the west as the Captain gave

instructions to dock the ship. They were maneuvering into the docks and

the sun was actually in their eyes as the crew guided the ship into the

proper slip.

Pam

and John stood watching and barely noticed the door open again and this

time Parmelle Cure' was led in. When Pam noticed her she nearly got her

breath stuck in her throat. The woman had showered and dressed in the

clothes she had provided. She looked a hundred times better. 'Actually

beautiful,' Pam thought.

Parmelle immediately came right to Pam and they hugged. Parmelle mumbled to her in French, "You look beautiful."

Pam said, "You too."

Parmelle

stayed right with Pam, arm in arm, as the ship pulled forward into the

dock. John and the women were fascinated to watch the precision with

which the crew docked the big ship. In no time at all the ship was tied

off and the gangway was being stretched across between the ship and the

dock.

Right

where the gangway was being secured a phalanx of reporters, cameramen,

and well-wishers gathered closely to await the departing celebrities.

The cameramen were already snapping shots of the ship as it docked and

the reporters were talking into microphones undoubtedly describing the

return of the three people. Off to the side of the main body, John

noticed a smaller group of people sitting in chairs with several

servants and bodyguards nearby. 'That has to be the Cure' family,' John

silently concluded.

The

Captain led the three of them out onto the deck. They moved to stand

next to where the gangway led down to the dock. The Captain looked

splendid in his dress whites as did the rest of the crew. The Captain

was definitely enjoying the opportunity to show off his ship and crew.

'They deserve a bow for saving us,' John thought.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the Captain began to speak.

Everyone

on the docks and the ship listened as the Captain briefly described how

the pirates had been killed or captured with the brave help of John and

Pam. He talked about the rescue of Parmelle Cure' and the recovering on

all the stolen property. He then described something unknown to Pam and

John, how they had taken from the pirate's buried treasure bags of

marijuana with a street value of nearly a quarter of a million dollars.

Lastly, he talked about the rescue of John and Meredith from the

deserted island, survivors from the plane crash several months ago from

Barbados. The cameramen snapped pictures throughout and the reporters

shouted questions when he was done.

"Sorry,

that is all the information we can provide for now," the Captain

concluded. "More will be released by the Martinique police and the

United States Coast Guard in conjunction with the French government in

the near future. Thank you all for coming."

The

Captain exchanged parting greetings with John, Pam and Parmelle Cure'

before they were escorted down the gangway. The reporters and cameramen

jammed the area at the bottom of it but several policemen held them back

to make room for the departing trio. Pam noticed one of the microphones

said Fox News and another NBC. Several people were yelling questions in

French which John could only assume were directed at Parmelle. Their

bags were being carried by crew members behind them.

A

police captain approached them and bid them to follow him. When John

looked to where the seated party had been, he noticed that the seats

were now empty and the party was nowhere to be seen. He thought that odd

until the police captain led them into a building on the docks. Inside a

small restaurant and gift shop were now seated the family of Parmelle

Cure'. The restaurant was empty except for the family, their attendants,

and a few policemen.

The

police captain led the trio right to a gentleman not much older than

John. Next to him was a woman probably in her forties, stunningly

beautiful, and extremely well dressed. She had her eyes on Parmelle

nearly the whole time and they looked to be about to cry. Two others

looked like siblings of Parmelle's, an older brother and a younger

sister, maybe sixteen years old. As soon as they entered the restaurant

the young sister broke free from the pack and ran to hug Parmelle. They

hugged and tears flowed as they conversed away in French.

Pam,

John, and the police captain stood somewhat aside as the whole family

greeted Parmelle and tears flowed from all but the father and the

bodyguards. Even several of the servants hugged Parmelle and cried as

they spoke with her. After several minutes of greetings and hugs the

mother and father finally brought the conversation around to John and

Pam. Parmelle introduced them and walked over to hug Pam. She said

something in French to Pam which John didn't understand.

In

perfect English Mr. Cure' said, "It is a great pleasure to meet you,

Mr. Morrison, and you too, Meredith. We are eternally grateful to you

for helping to save our beloved daughter and returning her to us. You

should be commended for your heroism and bravery."

"Thank you, Mr. Cure'," John said shaking his hand. "We are very happy too that Parmelle is safely back with her family."

"I

have another matter to thank you for even though it pales in

significance to your returning my daughter to me. You see," and he

snapped his fingers and the silver suitcase appeared courtesy of one of

the bodyguards, "this case held quite a bit of money I was transporting

to Martinique for a business deal I had here."

John

and Pam watched the guard open the case which was stuffed neatly with

Euros. "Your help with the United States Coast Guard helped me find this

suitcase the pirates stole. It contains the equivalent in Euros of

close to one million of your U.S. dollars. I feel it is only fitting

that you share in the good fortune of its return and that of my daring

daughter. Therefore, I have a check here for you in the sum of one

hundred thousand dollars. I hope you find that fitting compensation for

your efforts in returning my daughter to her family and also this sum of

money."

"Gosh," John said stunned. "That's not necessary."

"Oh,

on the contrary, it is," Mr. Cure' said. "If my wife had her way she

would gladly give you the whole suitcase for being instrumental in the

return of her daughter. I, alas, am fortunately the businessman and not

her. But, please, Mr. Morrison, take this small amount as a token of our

joy for your help."

"Well, we really appreciate it," John said taking the check.

"We also wish that Meredith and you join us, as our guests, one of these days in France so we can thank you properly."

"Gee, I don't know what to say," John effused.

"Just say you will come," Mr. Cure' said and his wife nodded too before hugging Pam.

The

remaining time they were together involved talking and dining with the

Cure' family. It was a joyous occasion and Parmelle seemed to adjust

quickly to being back with her family. Other than occasional discussions

off to the side with Pam, John didn't notice any lasting effects of her

capture. Parmelle's brother spoke fair English too and wanted to know

all about their crash landing on the island. John filled him and Mr.

Cure' in on many of the details including their planned exit on a raft.

They

all finally left the restaurant in the early evening. After good byes,

Pam and John were taken by one of the bodyguards in a car to a very nice

hotel called Hotel Cap-Est Lagoon Resort and Spa. Their room was

actually a suite and completely paid for by Mr. Cure'. They were booked

for three days according to the hotel clerk. They also could charge

everything they did at the hotel to their room.

"Wow, this is unbelievable," Pam said as she checked out the luxury suite. "John, come see this bathroom."

He

did and it was bigger than his bedroom at home with marble everywhere

and a huge Jacuzzi tub. Their suitcases were already in the room and

when John opened Pam's the money was still there. John pulled the check

from his pocket and looked at it just as Pam reappeared.

"Wow, can you believe it," Pam said. "We have two hundred thousand dollars."

"Incredible," John said, still staring at the check and the money.

"How are we going to get through customs though?" Pam questioned like their previous discussion.

"The

gift from Mr. Cure' makes it easy," John said reasoning aloud. "We

arrange to deposit the actual money through the hotel concierge. They

know Mr. Cure' is paying for the room and we can tell them it was a

reward for helping recover Parmelle, which it was, only not that hundred

thousand in cash. We then simply bring the check back with us to the

States."

"Gosh, that just might work, huh," Pam agreed.

"With the reward from the Cure's, not likely anyone will question where we got the money from," John added.

"This is fantastic," Pam said running and jumping on the huge king-sized bed. "Oh, god, this is so soft! Come here, my hero."

John

did and they made mad passionate love once more before falling fast

asleep afterwards. They slept till eleven o'clock the next day. The sun

was blazing high in the sky when John finally rolled out of bed. He

wanted to take care of depositing the money and looking into airplane

flights to New York. Pam was still dead to the world so he showered

quickly, put on some shorts and a pullover shirt, and took one of the

suitcases with just the money in it, and headed down to the concierge.

As

John approached the concierge desk, he noticed a pretty brunette seated

behind it talking to someone. The nameplate on the desk read Penny

Morale'. John stopped several feet short of the desk to await his turn

but as he did the conversation ended between Ms. Morale' and the other

party and they left.

"Can I help you, sir?" Penny Morale' said with a cute smile in his direction.

"Yes, please," John said stepping forward.

John

explained the situation with the reward money and wanting to deposit it

in a U.S. bank for safety rather than carry it back home. Ms. Morale'

was eager to help but was mildly surprised when John produced the money

in cash.

"Oh, sir, that is a lot of cash," Penny Morale' said.

"I

know, which is why I would like to deposit it here versus carrying it

around," John offered. "Can you suggest which bank I should go to?"

"I see. Please wait a second and I will speak with the manager," Penny said and moved from behind the desk to a back office.

John

waited several minutes for her return and began to believe he had made a

terrible mistake when Ms. Morale' and a man in a suit appeared and

walked over to him.

"Mr. Morrison, this is the hotel manager, Mr. Torres," Penny introduced him.

"Pleasure

to meet you, Mr. Morrison," Mr. Torres said shaking his hand. "I've

heard of your heroics in saving Ms. Cure' and her father talked to me

personally about making sure you were both comfortable during your stay.

I am surprised he gave you such a large reward in cash but

none-the-less we will be glad to help out. If you will accompany me in

the back I believe we can handle this matter to your satisfaction."

"Certainly,"

John agreed, hoping they didn't have a security officer back there

ready to arrest him but also feeling stuck now he had to see this

through or draw suspicion.

John

followed Mr. Torres into his office. Mr. Torres hit an intercom and

asked a Mr. Charles Blake to join him in his office. When the man

arrived Mr. Torres introduced him as their controller. He also quickly

explained the situation to Charles Blake.

"So,"

Mr. Torres said, addressing John, "If you would be so kind as to let

Mr. Blake count the money I believe we can arrange through the hotel to

make the deposit for you so you can be assured everything is handled

properly. I intend to uphold my agreement to Mr. Cure' of taking care of

everything for you while you are staying at the hotel. Will the Misses

be on the account?"

"That

won't be necessary," John said, opening the suitcase and with the help

of the controller stacking the banded packs of hundred dollar bills on

Mr. Torres desk. Pam and he had discussed keeping her out of it in case

something went wrong with the transfer. There were twenty packs and John

knew from counting them on the island that there were fifty new bills

in each pack. John nearly gasped aloud as he noticed a few particles of

sand fall out of the packs as they were stacked. Neither of the other

men seemed to notice the small specks of sand.

John

watched intently as the controller picked up the first pack. He

examined the top bill closely and John realized he was making sure they

were good currency. He examined the bottom bill closely too before

counting the number in the stack and examining a few more. Charles Blake

randomly selected several more packs and examined them the same way.

John was beginning to wonder if he intended to count every bill when Mr.

Blake finally spoke.

"Mr.

Morrison, if you will help me put this money back in your suitcase and

carry it to our counting machine, I believe we can tally the sum quickly

for you," Mr. Blake said.

"Sure," John replied helping him repack the suitcase and discreetly brush sand from the desk as he did.

Moments

later they were standing before a bill and coin counting machine the

large hotel used for counting its own currency much like a bank would

have. One by one they placed the money on the tray after breaking the

bands. With the push of a button the machine quickly counted each stack

as they placed them. Each pack proved to be accurate and the sum came to

exactly one hundred thousand as John had believed.

Back

before the seated Mr. Torres in his office the controller told him of

the sum and the hotel manager picked up his phone and hit a speed dial

number.

"Is Chase Bank okay with you, Mr. Morrison? It's our bank," Mr. Torres said with his hand over the receiver.

"That is excellent," John responded knowing where a branch was on Long Island even.

John

could only hear Mr. Torres speak during the ensuing conversation but it

was obvious he had called a bank. The gentleman's name on the other end

of the phone was Elliott and Mr. Torres quickly explained what he

wanted. The hotel manager asked to have a checking account drawn up in

the name of John Morrison, a hotel guest, and that all the necessary

paperwork be brought over at once. He then instructed the banker that

one hundred thousand dollars would be deposited through the hotel into

that account as soon as it was established. Further, a deposit receipt

would be needed and could be faxed over after the hotel had made its

normal day's deposit which would include the hundred thousand dollars.

After

a few more details, John shook hands with Mr. Torres and Mr. Blake and

thanked them for their excellent assistance. Mr. Torres had signed a

receipt for the money, also signed by Mr. Blake, and that was then

handed to him before he left. They would call him as soon as the

necessary paperwork had arrived.

John

stopped by the concierge's desk again and thanked Penny for her

assistance. He also asked if she could recommend which airline would be

best for a flight to New York City and JFK airport.

"Actually,

Mr. Morrison, I was informed by Mr. Cure' staff you would be making

this request and have taken the liberty of holding several reservations

which I was going to call you about later. Here they are. Tell me which

one you are interested in and I will book them for you. Mr. Cure'

insisted on paying too. I assumed you were both going to JFK airport. If

not, please let me know," Penny concluded efficiently.

"Wow, you folks are most helpful," John exclaimed.

"Nothing but the best for the heroes that saved Parmelle Cure'," Penny said with a smile.

John

thanked Penny again and walked to the elevators to go see Pam with all

the news. He was shocked by how well everything had gone. The Cure's

must have incredible pull on this island, he realized.

The

bed was empty when John looked into the bedroom. He had not seen Pam

upon entering the suite so he walked through the bedroom to the master

bath. There she was with a bottle of white wine, glass in hand, and in

the midst of a bubble bath. She had a big smile on her face as she

noticed him enter.

"Living it up, are you?" John said jokingly.

"Why not?" Pam mused aloud and with a big smile.

John

checked out the wine, a 1999 California Riesling. At least she wasn't

splurging too badly. The bottle was on ice and another glass sat on the

tray. He poured himself one to celebrate his own news.

"Cheers," John said clinking glasses with her, "I have some good news as well."

"What's that?" Pam asked.

"The hotel helped me arrange the deposit of the money."

"Really! No questions asked?" Pam queried.

"Well;

they did think it strange that Mr. Cure' gave me cash but they were so

intent on wanting to please him by helping us that they didn't ask

anything more. The money is being deposited in Chase Bank as we speak.

They will call me to complete the paperwork."

"Wow, that's great," Pam effused.

"Even better, Mr. Cure's staff arranged our flights. All we have to do is pick one," John stated.

"Awesome," Pam exclaimed. "When do you want to head to New York?"

"Well,

I'm extremely anxious to see Nick but he was finishing exams when I

talked with him. Might be best if we use the couple days we have here

before heading back. How does that sound to you?"

"Fabulous!" Pam exclaimed.

"I

thought you'd like that idea. I'll tell the concierge to book the

tickets for the morning of the tenth, two days from now," John

announced.

"Sounds great!" Pam professed.

John

left Pam to enjoy her bath for a minute and called the concierge. As

expected Penny answered. John gave her the date and time from the

listings of the flights to New York she had tentatively booked and Penny

said she would take care of it. John thanked her again and hung up.

John

ordered more wine from room service and sat back to await its arrival.

He was deep in thought as Pam finished her bath. His thoughts kept

focusing on Nick and how he would react to Pam. John worried his son

would flip at the thought of Pam joining the family and especially at

being his wife. He was consumed by those thoughts until the doorbell

rang. John answered it and tipped the waiter for the wine, another 1999

California Riesling. John wasn't normally into sweet wines but after all

those months on the island the thought of something sweet appealed to

him as well as staying with what Pam had already started.

He

was sipping his wine, still deep in thought, when Pam finally emerged

from the bathroom naked. With her beautiful overall tanned body,

incredible figure, and long blonde hair, she looked like Bo Derek

without the braids. Pam was a ten by anyone's standards. Her pretty face

and ample breasts were highlights on an otherwise flawless body. Any

guy seeing her now, as he was, would think himself privileged. The

negative earlier thoughts were immediately erased from his mind in favor

of looking at her.

"More wine?" Pam said reaching for the remaining glass on the tray.

"Yeah,

I would have liked a nice Cabernet Sauvignon but since you were already

drinking Riesling, I stuck with it," John explained.

"You could have ordered a red if you wanted. I like reds too," Pam claimed.

"I didn't realize you knew so much about wine at your age?" John said musingly, chastised.

"Hey, remember, old man, I was in college," Pam chided.

"Right,

you were. Northwestern University would have more sophisticated tastes

too, I would imagine," John retorted, referring to the prestigious north

shore school.

"There were plenty of beer drinkers also," Pam added.

"So much for no alcohol on college campuses," John mused aloud.

"Since when are you such a puritan?" Pam commented stepping right in front of him with her filled glass.

"I just started," John chuckled as he reached for her naked hips.

"Now;

now, hands off," Pam scolded backing away. "I just cleaned up and want

to go out for a while. Let's check out the island some, John, please."

"Okay,

give me a minute to call Nick," John explained and noticed the slight

shift in her smile and stance before she left to get dressed.

John

got Nick on the phone and told him the flight times for their plane.

Nick agreed to pick them up and said he was curious to meet Pam. He

asked about her and John answered his questions to age, where she was

from, and was she going to school. When John explained she was from

Chicago, Nick was curious why she wasn't heading home to her family.

John related that her mother had died on the flight and Pam wasn't ready

to go home, which was partly true.

John

got updates on Nick's work at Hofstra and his schedule for his exams.

He would be done by the time they arrived. Nick explained too that he

had called the lawyer to tell him of his dad's survival. Nick had been

working with the attorney to settle the estate when John had called the

other day. He told the attorney now to stop everything.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, Nick?"

"I need to tell you something," Nick stated.

"What's that?"

"Well, I have a girlfriend. She's from Philadelphia," Nick explained.

"That's great. I can't wait to meet her," John expressed.

"Well;

ah; that's kinda what I need to talk to you about. See after a few

months, when I thought you were dead, I invited her to live with me. She

moved in about three weeks ago. Her parents still think she's in the

dorm. Her old roommate covers for her," Nick confessed.

"Oh, I see," John replied.

"It's okay though. You'll like her, I'm sure," Nick offered.

"I'm sure I will," John commented parentally. "How are you paying for things?"

"Well,

the New Yorker Magazine paid me for your last article. I talked to your

boss and he okayed it. By the way I called him so he knows you're

alive. He said to call him as soon as you can," Nick continued.

"Okay, I will call him soon," John proposed.

"I

also got a job, Dad. I'm working at the school part time in the mail

room. It's not bad. They're paying me $7.50 an hour to start. I work

about twenty hours a week and, no, it doesn't interfere too much with my

studying. Mandy works there too so it's convenient. Oh, Mandy's my

girlfriend. I didn't mention her name before," Nick explained.

"You're making enough to get by?"

"Well, Mandy buys some of the food," Nick said. "But it's still tight."

"Good thing I paid off the mortgage last year with that advance I got," John concluded.

"Yeah, and the lawyer helped me with the bank to get enough money to pay off the property taxes," Nick responded.

"Good,"

John said as a dressed Pam came back into the room. "Nick, we need to

go out now. I'll talk to you later or tomorrow," John stated.

"Okay, Dad."

"Love you, Nick," John said.

"Love you too, Dad," Nick replied before hanging up.

Pam

and John finished the wine off and headed out to see the island. They

walked around town first where Pam managed to drag John into a couple of

shops. She talked him into buying her an Amethyst ring. After they

tired of town, they rented a taxi and went out to the Club Med. They

were having a drink poolside when Pam noticed John looking away

intently. She turned to see what he was looking at only to see a cute

young topless woman walk by. She looked like she might be French. The

girl was probably Pam's age or even eighteen, slim with small firm

breasts and pink nipples. It had not dawned on either of them that the

Club Med might have a partially nude beach.

"What are you looking at, John," Pam scolded turning back to him.

"Nothing," John replied with a smile.

"Think she's hot," Pam pressed.

"Not as hot as my girl," John professed hoping to appease her.

"You better say that," Pam concluded.

To be continued in part 10. By BlewWater69, for Literotica.