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Subject: {ASSM} The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea - Chapter 6 (MF, FF, Slow, Romantic Mystery) REPOST
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I'm told chapters 6 & 7 never made it out. Here are the requested
reposts.

Author's Note:

All,

A couple of award nominations sites are up and I urge everyone to go
nominate the stories and authors they like. If that happens to include
me, I would be thrilled.

My links, if you need them, are:

The Lady in Blue: http://storiesonline.net/story/46048
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Playing Doctor: http://storiesonline.net/story/48677

With any luck, The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea will be done before the
end of the year. And perhaps more stories.

The 2006 Golden Clitorides are open for nominations until January 17,
2007.

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or email nominations to: golden.clits@gmail.com

Check the eligibility rules and make sure your favorites are elegible.

Nominate everyone you like for whatever categories you think they fit
in and let the voters sort them out.

And, the nominating site for the Silver Clitorides is back up and
accepting nominations until October 7, 2006. I, of course, urge those
that like my work to nominate Playing Doctor and will shamelessly use
it as an example. Please go to the following site to nominate any story
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Please include the following information for your vote:

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Thanks all,

Wine

Hawk and Gretchen are finally going to take the cruise they've been
waiting almost a year to take. Join them as they rejoin Ted and Lisa,
as well as make new friends to form a spider's web of passionate heat.
And, of course, Death wants to join the party.

This has a real plot and three dimensional characters. It's more than
just a wanker.

Read this story on several sites and vote on each for me. Voting for my
stories encourages me to write more. Remember to vote for each chapter
on Literotica and on the last chapter on Storiesonline.

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The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

(c) 2006 by Wine Maker. All Rights Reserved.

Chapter Six: Moonlight and Gravity

Gretchen

Needless to say, the bloody jacket derailed everyone's plans for the
evening. Hawk charged off to find someone in authority to report what
she suspected. I agreed with her trying, but I held little hope it
would do any good. The odds that they would turn the ship around for a
search and rescue mission were almost non-existent. Hawk would be lucky
if they searched the ship for him.

Most of the group went with her, but Hawk asked me to keep an eye on
the crime scene. That was good, both because she asked, and because
while Hawk didn't need my help on this, Trish and I needed to talk.

I put my hand on Trish's arm and shook my head when she started to
follow the crowd. "Let's find a place to sit where we can talk
quietly."

Trish tensed up and nodded. She walked over to the closest lounge
chairs that were under a working lamp and sat down. The inky pool of
darkness was about twenty feet away but the combination of the moon and
the man-made lighting made me feel safe enough.

Slipping into the chair next to her, I smiled. "There's no need to be
so tense. It's just time to start talking about what's been going on
and where the two of us go from here. Relax."

The young woman sighed and visibly relaxed. "I thought you were going
to tear a strip off me for what I did during dinner."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why would I do that?"

Trish shrugged in a teenage fashion that I was really going to need to
work on eliminating. "I don't know. Maybe because I was doing stuff
that you didn't tell me to do."

My smile widened. "Trish, I'm your mentor, not your parent. As public
displays go, that was pretty daring, and I personally think Lisa took
more of a chance than she should have. However, she has her own kinks,
and sometimes that makes her take what I consider to be unreasonable
chances. However, that's not to say that I haven't done things that
were chancy. Public sex has a thrill all its own. The things I've done
in movie theaters would amaze you."

Trish nodded but didn't say anything.

"The important thing was that you looked to me for direction," I said
seriously, "and you kept everything under wraps. If I'd thought it was
getting too obvious, I'd have put a stop to it. Or, rather, I'd have
asked you to stop. The question I have is would you stop if I told you
to?"

She nodded back to me without a smile. "I'd do whatever you told me to
do."

I chuckled. "That's another thing I think we need to talk about. I'm
starting to pick up a trend in your sexual behavior, and if I'm right,
we'll need to take some special precautions and lay out some ground
rules."

"Like what?" she asked curiously. "Lisa said she thought I was
submissive, and she wants to talk with me about it, too."

"I think Lisa is dead on the money," I said with a nod, "but I'd like
to ask you some questions about it first. Let me start with saying that
if you are a submissive, that isn't a problem for an escort so long as
we take it into account during your training."

Trish looked relieved and watched me expectantly.

"In general, do you like doing what people tell you to do?" I asked.

"Not always," she said with the same offending shrug. "Sometimes it's
something I don't want to do."

"Do you always do what you're told to do?"

"No," she responded. "If I really don't want to do something, I don't
do it. If it's too much trouble to argue about, then I just do it to
avoid fighting about it."

"Okay, I said with a nod, "when you get forced to do something, does it
make you feel excited?"

Trish blushed and shook her head. "Not really. At least it never has
before today, though this really wasn't force."

"So," I said slowly, "you get excited being told what to do during sex,
but being forced to do something outside of that doesn't turn you on?"

She nodded. "Right. Like I told Lisa, something about being told what
to do during something sexual turns me on. I think I'd say no if I
really didn't want to do something, though. It's not like I have to do
what I'm told."

That gave me enough information to start working on the bare bones of a
training plan. "Then I think we can call your personal life more
passive than submissive. There are going to be aspects of that we can
work on to make you more assertive."

"You mean like helping me keep people like Skip from bullying me?"

I nodded. "Exactly. There's a time and place to stand your ground, and
we'll help you find that backbone. The second half of what we're
talking about now is sexual submission. That's also not an issue that
will keep you from being an escort, as long as we get the boundaries
set up right. Are you ready for a frank discussion about your sex
life?"

Trish blushed again and nodded. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

I laughed. "Oh, give me a few months, and I'm certain that I can make
you more ready to talk about sex."

She grinned prettily and nodded. "Probably."

"Sexual submission can come in a lot of flavors, but there is always
the other side of the equation. The dominant. That's the person that
tells or makes the submissive do what he or she wants to do in the
first place. This is important because the real person in control is
the submissive."

Trish blinked and opened her mouth to speak, but closed it in silence,
thinking.

"If you look at it from the right way, you'll see what I mean," I said.
"The dom is doing what the sub wants done for the sub's enjoyment.
While some doms are sadists, those that are typically find subs that
are masochists. A dom should be looking for any sign that the sub
really doesn't want to do something. To help make that crystal clear
you need a safe word."

"What's a safe word?" Trish asked.

"A safe word is something other than 'no' or 'stop'", I said, "because
part of a submissive's enjoyment might come from being seemingly forced
to do something while 'pleading' for the dom to not do whatever it is.
So, the safe word needs to be something that isn't like that. An
example could be the word 'orange.' There's not many chances that
word's going to pop up during sex, so if you tell someone 'orange' then
they know that you really don't want something to happen or continue
and role-play stops."

"What's role-play?" she asked.

"Things like pretending to be forced into doing something. For example,
at dinner you wanted me to tell you to do what Lisa wanted. You
could've made that decision yourself, right? Why didn't you?"

Her face scrunched up as she considered. "Well... Part of me wasn't
sure I should be doing it, and I needed my mentor to tell me if I
should stop."

"Okay, I agree about that but you said it was only part of the reason.
What was the rest of it?"

Trish sighed. "I wanted to feel like I wasn't in control," she said

"And the sex in the suite?" I pressed. "Sandy was directing you pretty
firmly. Did you do anything you didn't want to then?"

She shook her head. "Well, maybe I wasn't quite ready to have Keven
come in my mouth, but I don't think that counts since I wasn't really
forced. If she'd told me to have real sex with Keven, I might not have
wanted to do that."

"What would you have done then, if she had?"

"I don't know..." Trish said. "That's like peer pressure. I've never
been good at resisting peer pressure. I'd have to have decided if I
wanted to go on."

"Now you know when a safe word would come in handy," I said with
satisfaction. "Orange is your word, and I'll make sure it gets around
to all the people that you might play with. If you choose to have sex
with someone else, I want you to tell me first, so I can talk with you.
And, I recommend that you get into the habit of using a condom. That's
critically important, and you must be firm. No condom, no sex."

Trish nodded and blushed. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet."
She didn't sound too sure though.

"Perhaps," I admitted, "but if you change your mind a condom might be
the last thing you're thinking about. That's why it's important to
think about ahead of time. You've had sex twice now, and you didn't
know it was coming, so to speak, either time."

Trish laughed at my pun, but nodded. "I just went with the flow."

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked quietly.

She promptly nodded her head. "Oh, yes. Both times, I got so hot I
thought I was going to catch fire. Once I got past the initial
uncertainty, I had a really good time and I don't regret either of
them."

"Once was mainly with Keven. The other was solely with a woman. Are you
attracted to both?" I asked.

"I never expected to get the chance to be with a woman, but I've had
fantasies. You..." Her voice trailed off, and she swallowed, looking
down.

"What about me?" I asked gently, lifting her chin. "It's okay. You can
tell me anything."

When she answered, her voice was so quiet that I had to strain to hear
it. "You're so beautiful. I was watching you from behind before we met
and I thought my heart would stop. And since then, I've seen how much
poise and confidence you have. That's very attractive to me and... it's
one of the reasons I want to have you mentor me. I want... to be with
you." By the time she was finished speaking, she was again looking down
at her own lap and whispering.

I took her hand in mine and squeezed it. "Look at me," I said firmly.

She pulled her eyes up to meet mine and I could see the mingled fear
and desire in her gaze. She was so beautiful herself. And so innocent.
No, innocent wasn't the right word. Innocent girls didn't glorify in
sex like she did. Sheltered would be better.

"You've done nothing to be afraid about or ashamed of," I said firmly.
"I'm flattered that you think I'm beautiful and I think you are as
well. In fact, there are many men who would find you much more
desirable than me." Trish started to protest, but I placed a finger on
her lips.

"Am I right in guessing that here were plenty of women at the
restaurant that would have come with Skip?"

"Well, sure, most of them would have, but...." I cut her off.

"And are they all pretty?"

"Oh, yes! Most of them are much prettier than I am!"

"Really?" I asked. "Then why do you think Skip chose you, Trish?" She
opened her mouth, but closed it slowly without saying a word. I could
see her mind pushing rapidly down the road I had set her on and I saw
the moment when realization hit her eyes.

"Yes," I confirmed, "Skip chose you because you really are that
beautiful, that desirable. I really hate to say anything nice about
that worm but he does have good taste in women and he is not the only
one to find you beautiful or desirable." She read the message in my
eyes and her own eyes widened. I nodded. "We will be together before
too long, I think," I assured her. "We have a lot of training to do,
much of it with it being just us, alone, and I wager you'll have a
rollicking good time. But, that will happen when the time is right and
at the speed you feel most comfortable with. If you feel rushed, all
you have to do is tell me. If you feel like you need something else,
tell me that, and we'll see about adding it to the training."

Trish smiled and nodded her head. "Thank you for taking the time to
explain everything to me, Gretchen, and thank you for telling me that I
am beautiful, too. I'm going to have to think about everything you've
said, but I trust you, and if I'm going to believe everything you tell
about becoming an escort, then maybe I'll just have to believe you when
you say I'm beautiful, too!" Trish pulled me into a quick but intense
hug, before pushing back, embarrassed, I thought. Instead, she gave me
a smile so pure and so beautiful that my heart melted. I returned her
smile and pushed back at the wave of emotion I felt.

"Leave everything to Gretchen," I joked.

"You have no idea how much of a relief it is to know I can do just
that," Trish teased back. In spite of that teasing tone, I could sense
the serious relief behind her words. I could tell that she wanted to
change the subject, too. "What else do you want to know?"

"Well, since we're on the subject..." I said, allowing my voice to
trail off. "This is more of a curiosity question," I said with a smirk,
"so tell me it's none of my business if you like. You seemed really to
be giving Hawk some interested looks."

Trish blushed again. "I like Hawk but it wasn't like I was all hot for
her from the start or anything. I'm still trying to figure out why I'm
attracted to women at all. Don't tell her," she begged, with tears
starting in her eyes, "but she seems to be something between a man and
a woman. I just had trouble nailing down my thoughts about her."

I zipped my lips symbolically. "She's a study in contrasts," I
admitted. "It took me a while to pin down exactly how I felt, even
though I love her dearly. She can be very man-like in some ways and
surprisingly feminine at times. She's changed in the almost eight
months I've known her, allowed her feminine side to develop, or maybe
just displayed it more often, and relaxed more into that man-woman you
saw a bit of. In some ways, loving her is like having the best of both
worlds."

Trish smiled gratefully. "You're not mad?"

 I laughed merrily and pulled Trish into a hug. "No. I'm glad you love
Hawk. We all do, for our own reasons." I pushed her out to arms length
and looked into her eyes. "Love is a wonderful thing, to be rejoiced
over when anyone is lucky enough to have found it. So long as you don't
try to come between Hawk and me we're going to be just fine."

Trish hesitantly pulled me into a kiss. That hesitation vanished as our
lips melted together and I took control and kissed her long and
thoroughly. When she finally pulled away, I was breathless.

"My, you are a good kisser!" I complimented her. "Thank you!"

"Thank you," she said shyly. "You're really good yourself. What do we
do now? Wait for everyone else? Go back to the suite?"

"For now, I'd like to just lay back here with you and listen to the
ocean," I said softly. "Do you mind?"

Trish shook her head and slid over to make room on the lounge. She
looked uncertain of the logistics of two women sharing a lounge chair.

With a smile, I slid down beside her and put my right arm under her
head. That gave her a reference point that she was familiar with, and
she immediately curled up beside me with her face on my right shoulder.
Her body molded against me and those magnificent breasts pressed
solidly against me. Her soft, sweet breath tickled my cheek, and I
firmly had to remind myself that I didn't need to get carried away and
start necking with her again. That would come in good time.

I remembered having Hawk in a very similar position many times, but
Hawk preferred to be in the one in position of being curled upon. I
sighed and smiled at the memories and the bright emotions they raised
inside me. Belatedly, I realized that I was stroking Trish's hair. I
almost stopped, but in the end, I let myself go that far.

The silvery, rippling shimmer of the moon on the water calmed me,
warmed me. The moon was like a part of all women and I, too, felt it's
siren call. The face of the moon wasn't full, but the crescent still
took control of my senses. The connection was almost palpable.

I was about to comment to Trish about how the moon touched women in
such a primal way when I heard her first soft snore. Lying curled
against me; her hair spread all across my shoulder, my apprentice had
gone to sleep.

In the silence, I held her and let the peace and trust lay across us
like a blanket. It wasn't that I loved her like I loved Hawk. It wasn't
even close. My love for Hawk was a towering pillar of strength, but it
didn't engender the kind of gentleness I was feeling right now. In my
mind, I heard a song. The hauntingly beautiful voice of Enya sang May
It Be to me, and I felt my soul soaring. Softly, I mouthed the sweet
words to the night and to the dozing Trish.

May it be an evening star
Shines down upon you
May it be when darkness falls
Your heart will be true
You walk a lonely road
Oh! How far you are from home

I'd almost dozed myself, warm in a sleep haze of satisfaction, when I
heard a noise. It was the scrape of a deck chair on the deck. I rolled
my head to the left, and there was a young black man, dressed in dark
shorts and a similarly dark tee shirt. He was good looking, in a young
way, though he could lose those birth control glasses and be better for
it.

"Excuse me," he murmured, walking past us with a smile that seemed...
unnatural. Too normal for the long glance he gave two women cuddled
together in a lounge. Men were pretty predictable when you got down to
the basics of how they reacted to women in various settings. Most men
would stare, like he did, but with a lot more of a smile. Two women
together touched some genetic trigger in them and they couldn't help
but show it. The ones that would smile politely, also promptly looked
away. This guy did both.

I mentally shrugged. I was probably an idiot even to think I understood
anything about men. I should just be happy he didn't denounce us on the
spot or ask to join us. That brought a smile to my lips.

Then I heard the deck chair move against the deck again. I frowned and
looked back to the left, into the dark where the lamp was out. I guess
the noise hadn't been the other guy. The moonlight relieved the
darkness there enough that as I focused, I finally saw a figure on its
hands and knees on the deck, moving slowly around. What the hell?

"Trish," I whispered.

She didn't even twitch. Great. I couldn't wake her up without alerting
whoever that was over there looking around what might be a crime scene.
Hawk would have a cow if someone screwed it up while I was watching.
She'd damned well want to know who was over there, too. That person had
either missed us lying here, or thought we were asleep or didn't care
if they we spotted them. What the hell were they looking for?

Gently and slowly, I slid out from under Trish and put one foot on the
deck. I slid my shoes off so I could move quickly. So far, the lounge
hadn't made any noise, but I knew that would change when I got up. It
was going to make more than enough noise to alert whoever was in the
dark when I stood, so I'd better be ready to haul ass.

The lounge creaked loudly as soon as I stood up and the figure's head
came up sharply. I broke into a run toward him or her. "Hold it right
there!" I shouted. "Don't move!"

The figure's head turned, looking for an escape route but there was no
way out that didn't include crossing through the light where I could
see them. I'd trapped them! Hawk was going to be so pleased with me!

My glee faded when I slowed to a stop at the edge of the darkness and
the figure exploded into motion, grabbing a lounge chair and using it
as a wedge to slam into me while denying me any view of him or her. The
force of the impact sent me staggering backwards into the rail. I
grabbed for the rail as I slammed into it and screamed as the force of
the impact smashed the top bar into my lower back, and I rolled
backwards. The world rotated crazily and then all my breath whooshed
out of me as I slammed into the rail and the side of the ship.

The impact knocked one of my hands loose and I twisted crazily in the
wind, hanging over the dark water by one hand. My left arm refused to
do what I told it and it hurt like crazy. My fingers were slipping and
I knew I was going to fall. I was going to die.

I screamed again as my fingers slipped and I began the long plunge to
the sea.

I had a split second of incredible fear while I watched Trish throw
herself headlong at the railing. She made a slide across the deck that
destroyed the front of her dress in a desperate bid to catch me. Her
head smashed into the metal rail as I fell past her, and suddenly she
had me by the wrist.

When I jerked to a halt and slammed into the side of the ship again, my
breath exploded out of me. I struggled to hold onto her hands even as I
slipped until her hands were only holding my fingers.

"Hold on!" Trish screamed through clenched teeth. Her face was pale and
a ribbon of blood was coming from her hairline across her face. "Don't
let go! Pull yourself up and grab something! Hurry!"

It wasn't going to work. My left shoulder was on fire and I couldn't
make it reach up to grab anything. My fingers were oozing out of
Trish's desperate grip despite my best efforts.

Then the railing jarred again as the young black man in the dark shorts
slammed against it at a run and heaved his arm between the rails to
grab my wrist below Trish's hands. While Trish's grip had seemed
strong, his was a vice of steel around my wrist. Even when I slipped
out of Trish's grasp, I was able to wrap my fingers around his wrist
and it was like we were bonded together with super-glue. His eyes were
wide against his dark face and I realized he'd lost his glasses.

Inch by inch, grunting with the strain, the man pulled me back up
enough for the bleeding Trish to get her arms around me and get me back
over the railing. All three of us collapsed on the deck in a bleeding,
sweaty, screaming pile of flesh. He was sweaty, Trish was bleeding and
I was screaming. My left shoulder wouldn't move properly, and it hurt
worse than I could believe.

The man extracted himself from under the pile and laid me out on my
back while Trish held my head in her lap. In an oddly focused moment, I
felt the blood dripping off her nose and onto my face. Her bodice had
been totally ripped open and only the tremendous effort of her bra kept
the tide of her breasts from washing me away. I noted there were little
red scratches all over the tops of them. God, they looked magnificent.

I could hear other people running from further down the observation
deck, but I felt so detached from the events that were taking place.
Detached and receding.

The man looked down into my face with worry. "Are you okay?"

No, I was screaming because I felt fine.

I tried to speak and was finally able to whimper something. "My arm..."

"Let me get a doctor. Don't move," he said, trying to smile
reassuringly. "You're going to be fine."

"Clear the way!" a familiar voice shouted. "Doctor coming through!"

Sandy's face replaced the man's as she bumped him clear and hovered
over me. "Where do you hurt?" she asked, the calm voice of a doctor
asked me.

"She said her arm hurt," Trish said, almost crying. "And she wasn't
moving her left arm at all. Is she okay?"

"I think so," Sandy said. "Gretchen, tell me where you hurt."

While I tried to make my mouth work, the rest of the group slid around
me, and Hawk finally arrived, kneeling beside me, her face a mask of
emotion I'd never seen on her face before. Terror.

Her fear triggered something inside me, and I started wailing. I tried
to grab her but my left arm wouldn't cooperate and Lisa had my right
hand in a grip of iron.

"Hawk, calm her down," Sandy commanded, trying to hold me down. "She
might hurt herself worse. She's going into shock. I need a blanket and
someone to call for help. Use one of the ship's phones. Now!"

"Got it," the black man said running back into the ship.

As suddenly as it had arrived, the terror flowed out of me and the
world seemed to be slipping into a kind of tunnel vision. "Shauna..."

"I'm right here, Baby," she murmured in my ear. "Don't move. Don't
talk. It's going to be okay. "

"I love you," I whispered.

With her eyes bright with tears, she kissed my cold face. "I love you,
too, and..." she slipped into her Ricky Ricardo imitation, "Lucy, you
got some 'splainin' to do."

I wanted to laugh but I couldn't seem to get the coordination to do so.

Sandy gently touched my left shoulder in a couple of places and I tried
to slug her but Lisa wouldn't let go of my right hand. "Hurts..."

Sandy nodded absently at me and looked at Hawk. "Her left shoulder is
dislocated. The longer we let it stay out of the socket, the more
chance of permanent injury. I want to put it back into the socket right
now."

Hawk nodded. "Do it."

"I need everyone to help me hold Gretchen down," Sandy said as she
stood up. "Don't let her move." She sat down on the deck at my left
side, took my limp, pain-filled arm into her lap, and planted her feet
against my side before leaning over and looking me in the face.

"Gretchen, listen to me," she said, catching my wandering attention.
"This is going to hurt like fifteen motherfuckers but it has to be
done. You arm is out of your socket and I'm going to pop it back in on
three. Are you ready?"

"Three," I mumbled. If this was being in shock, it sucked.

"Hold her firmly, everyone," Sandy said as hands grabbed me everywhere
but my left shoulder and held me to the deck.

"One... Two."

As soon as the word "two" started to form on her lips she pulled my
left arm straight out from my body and it moved in a way I couldn't
describe, as unimaginable pain lanced through me and I screamed at the
top of my very healthy lungs. Then I started cussing her. Or trying to.
The pain was subsiding into a dull ache.

Her smile as she leaned over me was a mixture of satisfaction and an
evil glint. "I know, I went on two. Sue me. At least you didn't tense
up."

"I'll get even later," I mumbled as the sound of more running feet
announced the arrival of some ships officers. In a jiffy, they had a
blanket around me and were asking me questions. I didn't even try to
answer them. All I had eyes for was my wife beside me. "I love you," I
repeated.

That was how it stayed until a paramedic arrived with a gurney, and
everyone helped move me onto it. The fiery pain in my shoulder had
damped down and I could move it a little. That was better. I needed
both arms to hold my wife and, soon, both of our babies.

With my hand in hers, Hawk walked beside me all the way to the medical
center.

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