I have been invited sailing the last few days.
The sea was marvellous the sky pure blue.
When I arrived at the boat I was gently invited to go on board.
The five boys of the crew were nice and I immediately felt one of them. I was not wrong, in some ways I was considered part of the crew as well.
When the son of the boss arrived they told me we were the eighteen-years-old birthday present from his father. He was supposed to learn sailing, he was supposed to learn the art of love.
We spent ten days sailing on the beautiful Caribean sea, we spent ten days training the way he has to touch a woman.
He was curious and sharp, witty and well equipped.
We experimented a lot; he was a good student and the last day he was even able to make me come.
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that was a nice post...the way you wrote it was slow and smooth...;)
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cg
Sailing is so fun. You say "we" were told... How many women did he have as teachers? At a point it might be more confusing than clarifying, no?
Trapped here in freezing temps, your post was a nice interlude.
Happy you liked my post!
It was just me on the boat (and five men of the crew!) and I tell you, it was claryfing...! I did my very best!
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