SORRY ALL! HERE ARE THE FIRST 4 CHAPTERS. THE NUMBERING IS MESSED UP SO THIS WILL SHOW UP AS '1. CHAPT 1-4.

Disclaimer: My First and Last for this yarn. For the love of God! Do you really think I own any DC crabbers? Or make any money from these yarns? If so, you are in immediate need of psychiatric intervention. Only thing I own are my gurls. . .my OC's! And Marcos.*winks* So slow your legal roll, dial it back, and enjoy the ride!

Rant over. AND AWAY WE GO! Action picks up shortly after 'The Girl Whose Past Came To Call'. So my lovelies, we find our boys and gurls gettin' ready for, and going out for Opies 2012!

Considering what little we know now about the season, other than CatchJon errrr I mean CatchCon was cancelled due the extended season, it appears this season will be one for the books. . .stacked in the "Horror" section!

Read & Review my sweetie darlings. My e-mail box chirping just lifts my spirit and keeps my fingers flyin! =:-)

Chapter 1

Andy & Lita

She shut her eyes so tight the unshed tears couldn't escape, as the 20 seat Pen Air plane bucked and dipped on its way to Unalaska Island, Alaska, also known as Dutch Harbor. The terrifying three hour flight included two harrowing take-offs and landings at King Salmon and Cold Bay for fuel, and as they prepared to descend into Dutch, she was at the end of her rope. Lita had done her share of flying for her job, but she had never flown in such a small plane through rough weather like this. As she rocked in her seat, her right hand clutched a rosary of ruby colored beads from Notre Dame Paris she always travelled with, that she worked feverously as she muttered prayers to the Virgin Mary and every patron saint she could think of. Her left hand was a small claw that clenched Andy's right hand with a surprisingly strong death grip. Andy grimaced has he tried to pry away her terrified fingers.

'Now Lita.' He whispered and reasoned in her scared-stiff ear. 'Relax meja. I've done this flight a million times. We'll be in Dutch in a few minutes and I'll tell you when to shut your eyes O.K.?'

Lita just rocked and muttered her prayers. Andy leaned over the narrow aisle, poked Sioux in the arm. She opened her eyes, rose from Johnathan's shoulder and pulled out an earbud. She had been lost in Elmer Bernstein's soundtrack from 'The Magnificent Seven' that was her background to the harrowing ride as she held Johnathan's hand, as he snored into a pillow pressed against a small window.

Andy nodded at Lita and groaned. 'Shit Sioux, she's gonna freak the fuck out when we come in for the landing.'

The final approach to Dutch was infamous for causing even the roughest and toughest, biggest heathen on the planet to get religion fast as the plane threaded the needle between two towering mountains, wings inches away from disaster. The runway that ended in the Bering Sea was impossibly short, so when the tires hit then tarmac, the brakes are hit HARD viciously throwing everyone forward in their seat. Landings always ended in applause and some embarrassed screams.

Sioux thought for a moment then whispered. 'Give her one of your Ativans.' Andy nodded and started to fumble in his jacket pocket. Sioux looked back and was relieved Dawne was still dozing on Sig's shoulder. She sighed, replaced her earbud and leaned back on Johnathan's shoulder. She had tried to dissuade Lita and Dawne from coming out to Dutch to be with Edgar and Andy as they readied the boats, and see to her and Johnathan off, but they would not be dissuaded. Well bitches, she thought I tried to warn you, Dutch Harbor, Alaska in January was no lover's paradise. Now they knew even getting to Dutch was potentially deadly.

Walk with me Sweet Jesus, she prayed because she knew her lot until they cast off, would be to play Den Mother to Andy and Edgar's greenhorn girlfriends. She loved her gurls. But jeez! As if she didn't have enough to deal with gett'n ready to go fishin' and gettin' her head in game. She snuggled closer to Johnathan and back to remembering the wild ride on her Harley back from Ballard, after the dreadful encounter with Marcos, and the rest of that night.

Sioux and Johnathan

When they arrived back at the house she had braced herself for 'the talk' about Marcos. 'We should probably talk, huh?' She muttered as she shrugged off her jacket, but to her surprise Johnathan just shook his head. He had called Jimmy Sue before they took off, gave her a quick 411, and hoped she had worked her magic.

He just pulled her behind him and shepherded her up the stairs. 'Plenty of time to talk baby. Let's warm you up first.'

Sioux's was surprised and confused when they reached the master suite that was fragrant the with pine burning in the fireplace and lavender wafting from the bath. Johnathan was pleased and relieved. Perfect, he thought as he sat her on the bed and pulled off her boots and socks. He kissed each bare foot then pulled her to her feet, and shooed her to the bath with a fond pat on the butt.

'Now you go get in the tub and I'll bring you a drink.'

He met Jimmy Sue in the kitchen as she was putting the finishing touches on a dinner tray. 'How's she doing?'

Johnathan sighed and shrugged. 'Little better. Still looks a little spooky 'round the eyes though. More fixin' to do. . .' Then he muttered. 'which I will probably screw up. . .'

He added two glasses filled with ice to the tray and tucked a bottle of Crown Royal under his arm. Jimmy Sue caught him as he turned to leave and gave him an encouraging wink. 'Remind her you love her. Just do you. That's all she needs. She loves you. I'm outta here.'

Johnathan leaned down and kissed the top of her head. 'Thanks for everything.'

He had sat by the tub and listened as she slowly remembered that summer in Greece, and kept both their drinks freshened. When she finished she looked at him sadly. 'He was a good man. Kind and gentle. He never hurt me. His only sin was to fall in love with me.

He took a deep breath and stated simply. 'You loved him.'

She sighed remembering she swore never to lie to him. 'I did.'

'Why did you leave him'

Sioux looked at him her dark green eyes sad and hurting. How could he understand the wounded monster she had been for so long, when his core was so true and strong? How could she explain? She hesitated for so long, he rushed.

'It's O.K. you don't. . .'

'Shhh.' She held out a wet hand and stroked his face. 'Back then I always ran from love. The fear of losing it, and the dark place I could go, terrified me so I always ran.'

She paused, sipped her drink, closed her eyes and sang softly.

And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are. And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are.

She mused. 'One of my favorite old Meatloaf songs. It's about memories being closer in your heart than they are in time. When you remember everything like it is in front of you now, even though it was long ago.'

She opened her eyes with a thin rueful grin. 'I stared in the rearview mirror trying to escape my past that seemed closer and closer the harder I ran for a very long time baby. I'm so sorry. Some old habits just die hard. I love you. Thanks for coming for me.'

It just killed him to see his larger-than-life, amazing Sioux so vulnerable. But he loved this Sioux as well. 'Just do you' Jimmy Sue had advised. So with a deep breath he proceeded to do just that. He kissed her hand, rose and reached for her white terry robe. 'Come on baby, up and out, your dinner is waiting.'

The sleep shirt he had slipped over her head was an old favorite of washed-thin flannel of faded pink roses. She was a little woozy from the hot bath and whiskey and was dipping pieces of chicken breast in hummus from the tray he had brought up, as she watched him in the vanity mirror fashion her hair in two braids and smiled lazily. He caught her eyes in the mirror and smiled back. 'What?'

'You used to love to braid my hair. Pestered me all the time to let you.' She smiled shyly back in the mirror.

'Braids are for kids. I'm a woman.' He mimicked his young Sioux, his tongue unconsciously slipping out in concentration as his big hands worked to the tiny end of one long braid. He grinned as he flipped it over her shoulder and started on the other.

'. . .like ridin' a bike. . . ya never forget how. Eat some more baby.'

She dipped more chicken in the hummus and reached back and offered it to him. He took it from her hand with his mouth and chewed as he worked. She gazed at him in the mirror and her heart began to fill again. Oh, how she loved him, her big burly crab Captain whose strong hands could boldly steer tons of steel and the lives of men through a deadly sea. Yet those same hands could be so tender and loving on her body and soul. He finished the second braid, flipped it over her shoulder and proud of his handiwork placed his big hands on her slim shoulders, smiled at her in the mirror leaned in and whispered in her ear. 'There's my girl. Most beautiful girl in the world.'

In their big warm bed, he wrapped her tight to his chest and held her as he whispered over her running his hand over her body. As he guided her into an intimacy that transcended mere sex, sometimes her breath caught, sometimes her breath held, sometimes a tear fell but she was brave, let him love her and accepted his love. At last she felt her spirit rising up as if from a tomb. He must have felt it as well because only then did his touch and body turn to bringing hers to passion. He captured and held her eyes as he took her slowly. Up, up. Come with me, his eyes urged as she followed him higher and higher than she had ever allowed herself to rise.

Later as she lay captured and spooned against his warm strong body, sated and at peace she smiled as she remembered how just like in the song, he had used his body like a bandage and her body like a wound, and taught her everything she'd ever need to know about the mystery and the muscle of love.

Andy & Lita

About ten minutes later Andy spotted the two mountains the plan would fly through and drew a still praying Lita into a tight hug. She buried her face in his shirt and gripped his jacket around her face to shut out the vision of their impending fiery or icy death as Andy and walked her through the landing in a calm voice.

'Made it through the mountains smooth baby. About to land. Remember when the tires hit the tarmac, the pilot is going to break really hard and we're going to be thrown forward. Ready baby?' As they were thrown violently forward Lita screamed.

'O.K. . . baby it's O.K. . .it's all over, we're here.' He soothed and dug her face out of his chest and smiled into her wide terrified brown eyes with his excited crystal blues.

'Welcome to Dutch Harbor. You prayed us in baby!'

Johnathan's sleepy raspy voice growled. 'Who's the big chicken that screamed?'

'Shut up cabrón !' Lita snapped.

Andy laughed. 'And BooYah! She's baaack!'

From: 'Objects In The Rear View Mirror May Appear Closer Than They Are' - Meatloaf

But it was long ago and it was far away, oh God it seems so very far
And if life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are

There was a beauty living on the edge of town
And she always put the top up and the hammer down
And she taught me everything I'll ever know
About the mystery and the muscle of love

The stars would glimmer and the moon would glow
I'm in the back seat with my Julie like a Romeo
And the signs along the highway all said, Caution! Kids At Play!

Those were the rights of spring and we did everything
There was salvation every night
We got our dreams reborn and our upholstery torn
But everything we tried was right

She used her body just like a bandage, she used my body just like a wound
I'll probably never know where she disappeared
But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now
Just like an angel rising up from a tomb

And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are
And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are

She used her body just like a bandage, she used my body just like a wound
I'll probably never know where she disappeared
But I can see her rising up out of the back seat now

Chapter 2

Greenhorn gurlfriend Den Mother Sioux schools Lita. Dawne and Edgar properly reunite. Hmmm. Now what could that entail? Duh! SMUT ALERT! LOL! Keep those reads and review coming ya'll if you want to keep me chained to this yarn!

The Girls

As soon as the door opened, Lita was the first off the plane and ran straight to the terminal where she found the ladies room, locked herself in a stall and sat with her head in her hands. Andy had been in hot pursuit and saw her dart in just as Sioux and Dawne rolled up. He pointed and shrugged. 'She's in there. I'll get the luggage.'

Dawne looked at Sioux as she pushed the door open. 'Well here goes nothing.' Only one door of the four stalls was closed. 'Lita! Hustle it gurl! We gotta get a move on!' 'Lita!' Still no answer. Sioux went to the sink and started to wash her hands talking calmly.

'My, my I must say that was a miserable flight. They'll be anxious to check on the boats soooo, it's little after five. We can check into the Aleutian, re-group and chill until dinner. Sound like a plan Lita?'

The stall door opened and slowly a bedraggled Lita exited muttering. ' I've never been that scared in my whole life. I don't know if I can do it again.'

Dawne gave her a big hopping hug. 'Don't think about that now. We're here! Come on, throw some water on your face, lip gloss, comb that hair! We're in Dutch!'

Sioux examined Lita in the mirror, caught her eye and schooled her quick. 'You got a pass. Even badass crabbers have lost it on that flight. However, from here on you're gonna want to bitch-up. Feel me?'

Lita's melting brown eyes welled. 'What if I can't? Andy must be so embarrassed.'

Sioux pulled her into a side hug and held her eyes in the mirror. 'He's not embarrassed, he's worried about you. You need to show him you got it together so he can do what he needs to do and get back to Seattle. He's still not 100% and worrying about you is. . .'

Lita squared her shoulders and cut her off. 'Got it.'

And dug in her bag for her hair brush. She bent over and brushed her hair furiously and gave herself a stern talking to. Alright chica are you in or out? Cause if you're in, you gotta represent for your man. Don't want the fleet to think Captain Andy Hillstrand's woman is pussy. Bitch Up! When she rose, her eyes had transform into steely dark brown.

'Thanks Sioux. I needed that.' She applied gloss and pursed her lips. 'The bitch is back. Let's do this.' Grabbed her bag and headed to the door. Sioux and Dawne high-fived and followed.

As the trio stalked through the small terminal heads turned. 'Fuck me!' One grizzled deckhand whistled. Another gasped. 'Victoria Secret models in Dutch?' And followed, slack jawed.

When they got outside Andy, Johnathan, Sig, Mike, and Edgar were waiting. 'Eddddgar!' Dawne sqweeed and jumped into his arms, wrapped her legs tight around him and rained kisses on his face and lips as he swung her around.

'Ain't young love grand.' Sig deadpanned and fumed. 'Can we get the fuck outta here? I got a multimillion dollar fishin' operation to run!'

Edgar ignored him as he set Dawne on her feet and held her face in his hands. 'God I missed your beautiful face.' And gave her a long deep kiss.

Mike gave Sig a sympathetic look. 'Uh, Donald Trump. You might be here a while.' Sig shoot look was evil. Mike held up his hands. 'Just saying.'

Andy had held out an arm for Lita, pulled her close and searched her face. Just a few minutes ago she had looked like she had witnessed a horrific disaster, now her eyes were bright and her smile dazzling. 'You alright? You had me worried.'

Lita playfully whispered into his ear. 'I'm fine now that I'm back on terra firma. Sorry I freaked.' Andy was relieved. 'No shame in freakin' on that flight. You sure you're O.K.?'

Lita patted his cheek. 'Hey cavacho, my hot Latina blood is freezin'.' Andy gave her a quick kiss, her fine Latina ass a squeeze, and lead her to the truck.

Johnathan and Mike had stored the luggage in the five seater truck and the Time Bandit party piled in and took off. Sig got in the Northwestern truck, gunned the motor, and yelled out the passenger side window to Edgar and Dawne who were still lost in an endless lip-lock. 'YO! Edgar!' The combination of the roaring motor and his older brother's command voice finally pierced through to Edgar's consciousness and he broke away from the paradise of Dawne's mouth his voice ragged. 'We gotta go baby.' Opened the passenger door, and followed her in, as Sig peeled out and began his interrogation about the boat.

When Sig and Edgar dropped Dawne off at the Aleutian, their good bye garnered cat calls and whoops from the Time Bandit boys dropping off Sioux and Lita. As they waved the guys off, Sioux looked at the panting and woozy Dawne as the hotel porters secured their luggage on a cart for check-in.

'Shake it off gurl! We have an entrance to make!'

This was Dutch Harbor, and the arrival of the women of two highliner Captains and a legendary Deckboss required they represent. Although the Discovery Channel crews would not arrive for a week the lobby was milling, and as the trio made their way to the reception desk every head turned and stared. Their check-in was both solicitous and swift. Their rooms were all on the third floor and had majestic harbor views. As they rode up in the elevator. Sioux worked her phone and gave Lita the scoop.

'Looks like Johnathan and Andy will back by eight and made a dinner reservation in Chart Room at nine.' Dawne smiled at the text on her phone and looked up, her eyes sea green and dreamy.

'My Edgar wants to stay in. Room service for me.'

Sioux raised a brow and grinned. 'Looks like you and a certain grumpy 'ol Deckboss will be absent from the evening's festivities.'

Dawne's smile was downright lascivious. 'Haven't seen him for week? I would hope to shout!'

Sioux chuckled and nudged Lita. 'Guess it's you and me at the Sports Bar tonight chica. I'm telling you now. Stick close. It can get real ugly, real quick.'

'Define ugly.' Lita inquired warily as the elevator doors opened. Sioux shot her one of her most sweetest smiles and replied breezily.

'Ugly as in there ain't no tellin' whose ass, male or female, we might be subject to have to kick tonight, and every other night we're in town.'

Ah mierda! (Ah shit!) Lita thought as she followed Sioux out. What the hell is up with these crabbin' folks? Every time I turn around these locos are ready to throw down as she wondered how she was going to dress to impress and kick ass.

Dawne & Edgar

A hot shower and a room service snack had lulled her to a sound sleep. Edgar had downloaded everything that had transpired on the boat since she had left the Ballard docks to Sig despite their daily phone calls, showered, hopped in the Northwestern truck and gunned it to the Aleutian. He slipped his room card in the door and quietly entered the darkness where she lay sprawled on the bed in one of his Northwestern tees that had hiked up and failed to cover her fine round ass. Oh baby! He thought as he shucked off his clothes and stood over her.

The sight of her; clutching a pillow, waves of curls covering her face, long smooth legs innocently askew exposing her pink panties caught his breath and sprang his cock to erect throbbing. He slid onto the bed gingerly, carefully swept her hair from her face and gazed at her long black lashes, smooth high cheeks, and parted lush mouth. As he ran a warm hand under the tee to caress a ripe breast he whispered. 'Guess who?'

Her lips widened into a grin and she moaned. 'Antonio?'

Edgar chuckled. She made no secret of her big Antonio Banderas crush. 'Nooo. Guess again.' He growled, turned her over, roughly pushed the tee over her breasts sucking and lapping one to the other. Her eyes slowly opened as she wrapped her legs around him, and ran her hands over his hair and shoulders. 'Oh. . . my bad. Must be my Deckboss. . . with the smell of the sea on him.' Edgar grinned up at her. 'I took a shower.' And returned to the beginning of his mission to taste every centimeter of her. Dawne moaned. 'Sea is good. . .mmmmm really good. . .hot.'

Edgar rose and cupped her face in his big freshly work-worn hands holding her melting grass green eyes with his deep brown. 'How would you like for me to show you how much I've missed you? And ran his tongue over her soft plump lips as she moaned louder. 'Just this once your choice. Hard and slamming or slow and tortuous?' He teased hardly breathing as her eyes turned dark evergreen with lust. She lazily stroked his rock hard cock, her tongue running over her lush lips, as she pondered.

'Lemme think here. Hmm, my lucky day. Pretty please Edgar with a cherry on top. Would you. . .'

He was not aware of his expression as he waited for her reply was that of a man awaiting a sentence; freedom or captivity, as Dawne, his judge and jury pronounced his fate in a slutty growl. 'Fuck Me! Nail me through this mattress, to the bed the floor below us, then nail me through that one, to the one below that one, to the one. . .'

In a flash he tugged her panties down and off her legs cussing in Norwegian, as he drove to the hilt into her hot juicy snatch as she screamed, and proceeded to do her bidding.

He could be accommodating like that on occasion.

Chapter 3

I'll just cut to the chase. MAJOR ANDY & LITA SMUT! Some set ups for the next update. Enjoy. Send the R&R's in pretty please. I just love hearing from you and they keep me churning out this yarn. =;)

Andy & Johnathan

It was high-fives all around as Johnathan and Andy boarded the Time Bandit and the crew; Mike, Scotty, Eddie and his son Eddie Jr., Josh Harris, and Neal were all accounted for.

'Well, look what the fuckin' cat finally dragged in!' Neal chided with a big grin and rough hug for his brothers. ''Bout fuckin' time. Wore my dick down to a nub goin' Captain every 15 fuckin' minutes on these muthafucka's asses!'

'Is that so?' Andy drawled with his patented Captain Zen fixed stare. Johnathan just gave them all 'the look'.

Josh looked sheepish and admitted. 'I kinda fucked up the rigging on some pots. But I got it now.'

Scotty quick figured he'd better confess before Uncle Neal ratted him out. 'O.K. I kinda got a little wasted first night we got in.'

'A little? Neal snorted. 'Muthafucka didn't get his pukin' ass up 'til three the next afternoon.'

Johnathan gave Scotty a hard look and made a mental note to have a chat with him about his shaky 'heir apparent' status. Like Phil always said 'You gotta earn it!' and Scotty needed to grow up and step up big time. He couldn't want Scotty to take over more than he wanted it, and he needed to want it bad.

Besides running the boat one day, Mike only wanted one other thing and blurted out. 'Is Sioux comin' with us?'

Johnathan scowled. 'Against my better judgment, and because she's stubborn as a bull moose. . .yeah she's comin'.' The crew whooped and high-fived.

'Is she here? In Dutch?' Mike hopped and clapped like a six foot five, six year-old.

Johnathan was not amused. 'Yeah, she's here. You'll see her tonight if my ass ain't totally pissed off and confine all you suckas to quarters.'

Eddie got serious and held Andy's eyes. 'How you doing? You comin'?'

Andy met the eyes of each of his men and told them the truth. 'Not this first trip. Still dealin' with shit. I'm here this week to kick ass and knock down the prep for launch.'

He then assured them. 'I'll take over again sometime in February. Until then Captain John is running the show.' He shot them an evil grin. 'And may God have mercy on your sorry asses if you don't shape up quick!'

'Fuck us!' Scotty thought. It was no secret his Dad hated fishin' in the ice. The last time Andy had to leave in the middle of the opie season, it had been no picnic with his Dad catching crab but stressed out, irritable, and ridin' everyone's ass hard.

Johnathan

When he got up to wheelhouse and found a letter from Alaska Fish & Game informing the owner/operators of the F/V Time Bandit they would have an inspector and observer trainee on board for the upcoming opie season, he wanted to throw up his hands and look into snow-cone vendor career opportunities in Florida.

Mumbling to himself, he lit up a cigarette and read the notification. 'Shit! That's all I need! Another Alaska Fish & Game ego-trippin' shithead inspector and some geek in-training biologist crawling up my ass 'bout three fuckin' illegal size crab out of a pot of seven hundred.'

When he got to the second page of notification and saw the name of the assigned inspector he hollered. 'FUCK ME! ANNNDY!'

Lita

Andy was deep in thought; about the tight processor schedule for the trip and the best strategy to meet it, weather reports, crab surveys, and most importantly how Johnanhan's ass was going to handle the observer situation. Fuck! Even though he wasn't going out right away, the prep was already starting to stress him out. He sighed as he let himself into their room. His reality shifted and his senses were stunned and enveloped in wafting steam, the scent of honeysuckle, and woman. . . his woman. He sat down heavily on the foot of the bed his head in his hands, as Lita peeped out from the bathroom wrapped in a towel rubbing the wet ends of her hair with another smiling.

'Hey sweetie. How was the boat? I'll be out in a minute.' And closed the door.

As soon as she saw him, she caught the difference in his aura. 'Uh oh.' This was another side of Andy. This was her man home from a just a few hard hours at 'the office' looking tired and troubled, she thought as she glided back into the bathroom. As she slathered lotion on her shoulders and arms she thought hard about this man and the his life, she had unwittingly lead him to believe she had signed on for. Lita knew it didn't matter how much she loved her some Andy, there was no way in hell she could be his 'Adelita', the besotted camp follower who threw everything away to follow her man wherever his battles took them. This she had realized on the plane. She would never again, in this life or the next, follow him to Dutch Harbor, Alaska. Es Todo. Period. Since this would be her first and last time in Dutch, she decided to at least make it memorable.

Andy sat stock still for a beat after she left, then rose, threw off his jacket and shoes and darted in after her. As she mused and absently massaged her arms, she heard the door and spied him faintly in the foggy mirror.

'Oh no you don't.' She teased as he came up behind her, wrapped her in his arms and buried his face in her neck. 'We have to meet Sioux and your brother for dinner. You smell like the sea honey.' She gave his cheek a quick lick. 'And taste salty.'

She hadn't missed the look in his smoldering blue eyes, which she had become very familiar. Uh oh. She was gonna have to change shower gels 'cause he reacted to honeysuckle like Pavlov's dog. There was no way she was going to make it out of the bathroom, let alone the room, without a close encounter of the molesting kind. . . but she was going to tease him some first.

Andy

He groaned as he ran his mouth up her neck to her ear. 'God, you smell and taste so good.' She smiled at their blurry images in the mirror and patted his cheek.

'Ditto. Now behave and tell me about the boat and how the guys are.'

She stalled as she wiggled out of his arms and sat on the edge of the vanity, pumped out more body lotion, stretched out a leg and slathered it on. Andy's eyes followed her hands running up and down the slim toned leg as his breath hitched.

'Annndy?' She pouted and prompted.

'Huh?' Andy drug his eyes from her leg and met her feigned no-nonsense look.

'Oh yeah, boat. Well, the steam from Homer was uneventful.' He was thinking fast as he wiped lotion from her hands to his. 'Here, lemme help you.'

'Annndy. . .we really don't have time. . .' She cautioned.

'I know. I'll be good. Promise.' He lied threw his teeth, as he raised her other leg and pressed her foot against the stirring in his pants.

'Crew needed a kick in the pants, which I delivered.'

He muttered as he savored the sight of her gorgeous leg in his hands. As his hands worked further and further up her thigh, her eyes closed and her foot absently ran over his stirring cock as things low in her body began to tighten, and he responded to her lure.

Her eyes flew open seconds later when he spread her legs wide, grabbed her ass with both hands and drug her to the edge of the vanity. Her trap had worked, but she was now caught in it, at the mercy of her man fully aroused and on her. It was all his show now, and the anticipation of how he would feed his need from her body left her weak in sweet surrender.

Andy

He dropped to his knees and ran his mouth up her inner thigh.

'You promised you'd be good.' Lita moaned and gasped.

'This is me being good. Real good. You wanna hear about the pots Josh's dumb ass rigged wrong?' He continued as his fingers opened the pouting lips of her honey hole and his tongue flicked her clit. He looked up to see her head thrown back and her back arched.

'Didn't think so.' He smiled as he continued to nip and suck her clit and hit her g-spot with his fingers. Because, as she had pointed out, they did have somewhere to be pretty soon, he double-timed his efforts and shortly the walls of her wet hot core began to pulse. Lita grabbed his hair with one hand and leaned on the other hand for balance as she panted and moaned.

'Shit Andy! Damn you! There. . .oh God there! Don't stop! 'I'm. . I'm. . .' She struggled for breath; her mouth wide in a startled silent scream as her pelvis rose and bucked with the force of the orgasm that rocked her.

When he rose unbuckling his belt and shucking down his jeans and boxers, his rock hard cock sprang unleashed and urgent at the sight of her; long legs akimbo, leaning back on her elbows, panting up at him with glassy brown eyes, the foggy mirror behind her streaked from the frenzy of her flailing hands. 'You're sooo hot. . .I can't. . .'

He moaned as he grabbed her ass and pulled her to the edge of the vanity. He spread her legs wider, pushing and working himself to the very end of her juicy hot core as she gasped and whimpered in the pain and pleasure of her tunnel stretching thin. When the end of him found the end of her, he stopped for a moment, grabbed her hips, lifted and held her in his big hands as he pounded into her so hard their bodies made wet thumping noises.

As each stroke hit hard and fast as far into her as it could, he lost himself in the sight of his cock working in and out, glistening with her juices. He tore his eyes away, growled and tugged at the towel releasing her breasts that bounced to his thrusts. 'Oh shit baby!' He muttered through clenched teeth.

Lita was panting out a mixture of English and Spanish that he took to understand he was a fuckin' rat bastard, but a fuckin' rat bastard that was fuckin' good at fuckin'. He slowed and watched his cock skinning out of her taut hungry core.

Lita moaned. 'Noooo.' Her full breasts were now still; dewy skin flushed, each small nipple puckered and pointed. He captured a firm globe and squeezed and rolled the nipple hard.

He growled as he slowly pushed back inside her and started the rhythm that would shortly bring them both over. 'Ahhh yeah baby. . .good? Want it?'

Lita couldn't get anything coherent out except for. 'Oh yeaaah. . .fuck. . .damn you. . . ooooo shit!'

She struggled and weakly tried pull away from him as he held her tight to his ramming cock. The exquisite torture of his cock hitting the sweet spot at the back of her vagina without mercy, left her aching for the release of the massive vaginal orgasm that was building. Lita shuttered, gasped, and finally shrieked incoherently as the sweet agony built and built. He quickly slapped a hand over her mouth. 'Shhh. . .take it. . .oh baby. . .fuuuck. . .we're gonna. . .'

At that moment the walls of her vagina clamped down, contracting and milking his cock hard, shocking him into a sudden gut wrenching orgasm that seemed to go on forever as he held on to the last thread of consciousness.

Sioux

She sat alone in the Chart Room sipping a glass of chardonnay waiting for Johnathan who was late, smiling at the text she had gotten earlier from Lita. Sorry gurl. A. already ate. ;) later?

Well, it looked everyone except her was busy gettin' laid and wondered what was keeping Johnathan, when from behind a voice startled her.

'You're too beautiful to be alone. May I join you?'

Chapter 4

An unpleasant blast from the past. Johnathan is done with Scotty. Greenhorn gurlfriends bust loose. Hope you enjoy! Thanks soooo much for the reads and reviews! :)

Sioux

She studied the man who had unbidden sat down across from her. Sour bile rose to her throat as she stared into his wolfish yellow brown eyes. The light brown buzz cut she remembered was now more grey than brown, worn long and parted in the middle. As he sat down, he tucked a long greasy lock behind his right ear exposing an old scar that ran down the right side of his face from eye to ear. An ear that ended in as abrupt sharp angle, missing the lobe. Sioux thought fast and tipped her water glass over to distract him, as she reached for the knife at the small of her back. The mark he wore was hers.

Johnathan

He knew he was going to be late for dinner with Sioux if he had the talk he needed to have with his son, and was texting her his anticipated E.T.A. as Scotty came up the stairs and slumped into the chair at the opposite side of the wheelhouse. He turned towards his father with a churlish look and drawled.

'Present and accounted for as commanded me Capitán.'

Johnathan sent his text and looked up at his son his eyes black and hard. 'Don't even fuckin' start with me Scotty. What the fuck were you thinking? Getin' so wasted you don't make a dock crew call? And you think you're the guy to run this boat?'

Scotty threw his head back and whined. 'One fuckin' missed crew call and I'm the worst guy on the fuckin' boat!'

'Yeah, because of who you are, and what you represent, yeah you are.' Johnathan explained for the umpteenth time.

Scotty made the mistake of blowing his father off. 'So, what the fuck you gonna do about it? Fire me?'

It was all Johnathan could do as he rose and stalked over to his son, not to grab him by the neck and choke the life out of him. Scotty quickly realized his dumb-ass mistake and cowered as his Father loomed over him and got right up in his face and spoke slow and low.

'Fire you? As a crew member? That's exactly what I'm gonna do. As a son? Wish I could. Get your shit, and get the Fuck. Off. My. Boat.' Johnathan turned stormed to his stateroom and slammed the door leaving Scotty shocked and slack-jawed.

Sioux

Now that she had her knife secure in her right hand under the table, she swallowed the bile in her throat, took a sip of her wine with a steady left hand and shot him a thin grin. 'Dick. Dick Payne. As I live and breathe. Been a long time.'

He smiled and his thin cruel lips exposed those big crooked teeth she remembered, now yellowed and stained with age and tobacco. 'You ain't changed much. Never could forget you Sioux.' And washed a hand over the marred right side of his face.

Her grin hardened into a grim line, and a brow arched as she hissed 'Good. You looking for another keepsake Dick?'

She held his ugly wolf eyes as he leaned in, and readied the hand that held her knife, aching to take him down for good, when his eyes rose over her head and widened.

Lita

After she had fed and smoothed a done-in Andy, he had fallen into a deep sleep wrapped around her snoring softly as she texted Dawne.

#Your DB dead to world like my Cap?#

And waited to see if she would reply. A few beats later. #Ditto#

Lita smiled. #Can get away if U can?#

#Where?#

#Bar w/Sioux. In?#

#20! Met you at elevata!#

Lita texted Sioux. #Bar in 20 CU!#

And the greenhorn girlfriends were on the move.

Johnathan

As he entered the Chart Room, he scanned the room and saw Sioux at a table by the window with the man he had hated since he was a kid.

Dick was a year older than his brother Dave, a bully who after Dave had beat his ass down in an epic after school fight in middle school, had turned to terrorizing the kids in elementary school. And he had been his prime target. Maybe Dick had targeted him because he was Dave's brother, maybe because he was small for his age, but for a few months he had made his life a living hell. Every day after school Dick had been waiting to catch him alone. Dick was big for fourteen and he had bullied and beat him just because he could. He had lied and explained away the bruises and scrapes as misadventures, and had never told a soul. . .except Sioux.

One day as he walked home alone, his gut churning, guilty because he was praying Dick had moved on to another victim, Dick had jumped out from behind a corpse of trees and shoved him face down into the dirt, loomed over him and taunted. 'Well if it isn't little Johnny Hillstrand. No Dave or Andy to protect your little ass, which is now mine. Ready to get your ass kicked again?' Johnathan had always fought back as hard as he could but as Dick seriously outweighed him, his efforts though heroic, had always resulted in a worse beating than if he had surrendered. This time as Dick had drug him to his feet and reared back to punch him, a voice had rang out loud and cold. 'NO ASSWIPE! You ain't kickin' his ass or anybody else's today or ever again!'

It was Sioux with a scary stone-cold look in her eye, and a evil lookin' arrow in her bow aimed at Dick with Dave and a few other middle school big dudes at her back. 'Let him go!' She ordered as she pulled the bow back taut. Dick had dropped him like he was hot and he had ran to Sioux, who kept her eyes and arrow aimed at Dick. 'Get to my place.' She had ordered. 'But Sioux. . .' He had protested because he wanted to see Dick get his ass whooped. She had shoot him a Warrior Princess command look, her arm straining with the pull of the bow. 'GO NOW!' And he ran.

Sioux must have seriously threatened each and every life who was there, because not even Dave had ever told him what had gone down that afternoon. But Dick had never laid a hand on him, or spoke to him again for many years.

Lita & Dawne

They met at the elevator sniggering with glee to have escaped their men for some surreptitious gurl time. Dawne in a Northwestern glitter tee, short distressed ripped jean skirt and purple cowboy boots. Lita in a 'Bandita' low v-neck tee, skinny jeans tucked in brown tall leather boots festooned with buckled straps. Both had left notes on the pillows of their men.

Lita: 'Mejo, With Sioux & Dawne at the bar. Kiss! L.

Dawne decorated her note with heats and flowers. 'Sleep tight my love. Bar with Sioux and Lita. Back before you wake. D.

Sioux

She knew instinctively the presence behind her was Johnathan as his strong hands gently set on her shoulders, and she gave Dick a slow smug grin. Shortly after they had re-connected, for her own reasons, she had asked Johnathan about Dick.

He left me alone, Johnathan had recounted and everybody else after you and the gang did whatever it was you did to him, which to this day I have no idea. Never found out how his face got all fucked shortly after either. But in senior year I found out he was back to bulling younger kids and this time, I dealt with his ass once and for all.

With this revelation, Sioux had bounced with glee. 'Tell me!' She begged. He tried to feign modesty, but he was pleased to tell her how he had beat Dick's ass up big time in the alley behind the Salty Dog.

Sioux

Johnathan's warm hands on her shoulders centered her as she willed Dick's eyes back to hers. There it was. The furtive look of a born bully. She spoke low and slow.

'You will get up and leave. I never want to see you again. You know what I was capable of back then. You have no idea of what I am capable of today.' Her eyes narrowed and dominated his to submission.

When she next spoke, her voice was rough and deadly. 'Go. Dick. Now. ' He lowered his eyes, rose and made for the door.

Johnathan took the vacated seat, covered her ice cold hands with his, and tried to search her pale set face. Sioux avoided his eyes and shook her head. Johnathan rubbed her hands. 'You O.K. baby? I was going to tell you.'

Sioux raised her eyes. 'Tell me what?'

Johnathan sighed deeply. 'Bad news. Dick is Fish & Game. Been stationed in Nome. Looks like he's been re-assigned to Dutch.'

Somehow Sioux knew there was more. 'And?'

Johnathan leaned in closer and knew she wasn't going to take the next piece of news well. 'He's been assigned to our boat this trip.'

Sioux's eyes widened and blinked as she mutely stared at him as her mind raced.

He didn't like the look in her eyes one bit. 'Sioooux? Talk to me.'

Sioux bite her lower lip. 'Just give me a minute. . .and another glass of wine, and some yellowtail and spicy tuna sushi.'

She muttered as she stared out the dark window glass and fell back in time.