Ron Smith - Marina girls

Peggy was low and moving fast. She had just started unfolding from her all-fours scramble when she bounced off of Janet's still naked belly.

The redhead went down on her wide, creamy asscheeks. Peggy levered herself around with a yank on the doorjamb and ran for the front door – any door that Bill wasn't coming through.

Janet's coppery pubic hair flashed in the floodlights as she rolled onto her back. Her stockings gleamed on her white legs. She grabbed for Peggy's ankle and missed.

Raoul shouted, "Stop her!" He leaped off the table, cursing the splinters in a foreign tongue, full of harsh gutturals. He ignored Sherry, laying bloody-nosed on the floor.

Peggy wrenched at the doorknob. Her long, naked legs gleamed white as she ran down the steps and into the street. She tumbled to the ground in front of a skidding police car.

"Holy shit! Izzat the kid that's missin'?" The driver sprang out of the car.

"They're in the house, they're in the house," Peggy babbled over and over. Two more cars raced up. The officer bent over Peggy, then straightened and gestured to the door where a heavyset figure stopped, naked. Raoul's shoulders slumped.

Three months later, Peggy Gibson walked along the grey-enameled planks of the "300's" again. She walked out the finger next to the Sea Nymph.

It had taken only a second's consideration on Ed Gibson's part to decide what to do with the reward money Peggy had been given. The owners of the Windsome and the other yachts' had been very generous. They were happy to give Peggy and Tom one-third of the value of the boats and equipment recovered.

Ed sold the house in New Mexico and bought a controlling share of John Wood's boatyard. Ruth had insisted that Peggy help get the new house shipshape, but the task was finally finished.

Peggy looked into the cuddy. Tom was reading a magazine with his back to her. She stepped carefully onto the deep-keeled craft. She had one foot on the ladder before he looked up.

"Peggy! How are you? What in the world are you doing here?" Tom's face lit up with the questions.

Peggy smiled wide. Her breasts had grown noticeably in the time she'd been gone. She slid the hatch shut. With her fingers on the top button of her thin blouse, she whispered, "Guess."