Second Time Around

As is my want, I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement they always give me.

This story returns to common theme of mine, that I do hope some of you will enjoy.

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It was a strange feeling to get whilst sitting in an open-air nightclub in the mountains not far from Naples in Italy. Oh, you know the sort of place all geared up for the tourists and all very plastic for my liking really. But the crowd I was with wanted to visit the place so I'd gone along for the ride.

Some old bird -- well, I don't suppose she was that old really, and she had some figure on her actually, but if she'd been a stripper, I probably would have been a lot happier -- was giving it the vocals on what was supposed to be a traditional Italian folk song. Anyway I think the guys were just about getting the idea of why I'd suggested that this excursion was one that we could do without joining. I had done this same cruise more than once in the past.

I was on the cruise with a bunch of friends from the office, some husbands and wives, some couples who were thinking about it and a collection of waifs and strays -- of both sexes who hadn't found anyone who could put up with us for very long. Yeah, you got it, mostly divorcees. Whether the committed ones thought that some of us might connect or not, I don't know, but when the trip was being planned we were sought out and invited to attend.

I'd done this cruise the year before, with a pal of mine. He'd got lucky and found himself a tasty widow from up north somewhere. They even got hitched after the holiday and were still going strong. He'd been accepted by Betty's children as a replacement daddy and was appearing to be enjoying the job.

I'd hung around with Betty's sister, just to... well, to give the lovers a little privacy. Yeah, I scored with Betty's sister but there wasn't any chemistry there, if you know what I mean. It was more like a fifteen-day one night stand.

Anyway, having lost my best prowling buddy, I joined this party on the cruise this year hoping I might get lucky and find my dream girl like Mike had. Or, at least, score a few nights during the trip. Okay, I'd bedded Carol, one of the women from accounting, and Jean, a pretty young thing who was married to a guy from sales who got seasick on the first day. How the hell anyone can get seasick on one of these modern floating islands they call cruise ships I will never be able to understand; the things don't rock and roll at all - well, not in the Med anyway. But the bugger recovered and found his sea legs pretty quickly, bringing an end to that little game.

Anyway that might explain why I was sitting in an open-air nightclub that evening, but it didn't explain the feeling that I'd suddenly got. I'm sure you know the feeling; the blood flow to your ears suddenly increases, and they feel hot. Most folks say that it's a sign someone is talking about you, but I'm pretty convinced that it's a kind of in built radar telling you that someone is watching you. Yeah, the blood flow to your ears increases because you are aware that you are being scrutinised.

I checked the likely candidates. Jean's husband who might have sussed that I'd banged his wife most of that first afternoon. Nope, that silly bugger seemed to be enthralled with the warbler on the stage. Carol, perhaps, was hoping for a rematch this evening? Nope, she was eyeing up the lump in one of the ship's entertainment coordinators' trousers and he was eyeing up her front suspension. I figured I'd not get another look in there on this trip.

Everyone else at our table was watching the tits rise and fall on the warbler as she sang - well, she did have an impressive pair, almost as good as Carol's, but with a lot less covering them.

So I looked around at the people sat at tables near our own, twisting and turning to survey them all. No, there was no one looking at me. Everyone appeared to be staring at the stage trying to get some clue as to what the warbler was singing about; or maybe watching those tits, wondering when they were going to fall out.

I turned back and tried to concentrate on them myself, doubting that they would fall out; she probably wore the same dress every night. And if they hadn't fallen out since the previous year when I'd last been in that club, they were unlikely to put in a showing that evening. But I suppose there has to be a first time for everything.

But I couldn't even concentrate on that wish. I still had that damned feeling and my ears were burning even hotter. I looked around again, standing up this time so that I could see the tables further off. But no eyes were cast in my direction.

"Was-up?" Ronny Fisher asked as I sat down again. Ronny was my cabin partner on this trip.

"Dunno, Ronny. I got the feeling someone's watching me!"

"Ears burning, are they?" Carol asked. She must have noticed my fidgeting as well.

"Yeah, they are. Damned disconcerting it is too!" I replied to her.

"Probably some hot Latino woman who's hot for your body!" Carol joked.

"Well, It ain't going to be you tonight, that's for sure!" I whispered to her having leant close. "I've been watching you eyeing up that guy's equipment!"

Carol elbowed me in the ribs and then acted as if she hadn't heard me.

I kept getting the feeling several more times during the rest of the evening. Especially when I slipped out to the gents. I made my way back to our table slowly and only after surveying the whole crowded nightclub from the door. But no one appeared to be looking in my direction.

On the coach ride back to the ship the uneasy feeling I'd had in the nightclub subsided. But I will point out that there were a good half a dozen or more coaches, with maybe three or four hundred people on them. Anyone could have been emanating the waves, or whatever they were, that I'd picked up on in the club.

I found myself stopping on the ship's gangway whilst going back on board, because for an instant I got the feeling again. I looked around but now there were hundreds of people looking at me, wondering why I'd brought the cavalcade back on board to a halt.

"What gives with you?" Ronny asked when we got to one of the bars for a nightcap. I do believe that I was still scrutinising everyone who entered the bar.

"Dunno, Ronny, must have been a disturbance in the force." I smiled at him, trying to make light of my behaviour.

"Do what?" Ronny asked looking at me as if I'd gone completely gaga.

"You remember 'The Force' in 'Star Wars'. Obi One said he felt a disturbance in the force. Well, in the nightclub... I dunno, I felt a presence of some kind."

"Darth Vader!"

"What?"

"It was Darth Vader; he said he felt a presence that he hadn't felt for many years," Ronny corrected me.

"Yeah, you could be right! I felt there was someone in that club tonight that I knew and it frightened the arse off me."

"Why did it frighten you?"

"Dunno really. Probably because I couldn't see them."

"Or didn't recognise them. Probably one of your old conquests." Ronny suggested.

"Shit, I hope not. Damn bad form, old boy, to forget the face of a woman you've laid," I joked.

"Jesus, John, what you got? A filofax for a brain? Carry a bleeding photo album in your head or something? You're always on the bleeding prowl." Ronny grinned at me.

"Just because I'm on the prowl, Ronny, don't mean I get that lucky all that often."

"Anyway quit worrying. There were a couple of coaches from some place else there tonight. Whoever made the disturbance in the force could have been on one of them."

"I don't think so somehow, Ron. I got the feeling again when we were coming back on board."

Ronny and I finished our drinks and decided to call it a night. But not before I'd taken another good scan of the bar.

When we woke the next morning the ship was at sea, heading for Palma in Majorca. I was up very early, much before Ron made a move; he'd be snoring away for another couple of hours.

Dressed in my tracksuit to ward off the sea breezes, I took my morning run on the track around the top deck. Probably not the five-mile run that I did every day at home; I just ran until I was bored of passing the same joggers again and again. Then I headed for one of the open-air pools and put in a few laps whilst it was still almost empty. There was a much larger pool below decks, intended for serious swimming, but I liked swimming in the open air.

After a shower I joined Ronny and the rest of the gang for breakfast, before Ronny and I donned our swimming costumes and headed out on deck to catch some rays and watch the bikinis go by, near one of the pools. We hadn't been there long before Carol and her cabin mate joined us.

Both women took a swim then Ronny and I applied sun block to their bodies and they did the same for us. It was while I was applying the sun block to Carol's back that I got that damned feeling again. Whether I faltered in my labour or I tensed up, I'm not sure. But Carol was aware that something had happened.

"You all right, John?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's just..." I was saying.

"The force again?" Ronny interrupted.

"Yeah," I said looking round.

"Blond about sixteen and wearing a little yellow bikini," Ronny announced.

"What are you on about now, Ronny?" Carol asked.

Ronny who'd been lying on his back whilst Gloria, Carol's cabin mate, massaged sun block into his chest, looked across at Carol and me who were both staring at him.

"I just spotted her looking over that rail up there. She was definitely staring at you, John. I didn't think you were into the young-uns!"

"How old?" I asked.

"I'd say sixteen, but it's difficult to tell with these young ones, when they are in them tiny bikinis, isn't it. She could be anything from an older looking fourteen year old to a young looking twenty something. No matter how old she is, she was checking you out."

"Nah, you got it wrong. I don't mess with kids, never have," I told him, assuming Ronny had gotten it wrong. After all, he wasn't wearing the glasses that normally adorn his nose in the office.

"Well, I could be wrong, but I'd swear she was looking at you, and from what I heard I figure you felt that disturbance in the force about that time."

"The force?" Carol asked.

"Forget it, Carol, it's a kind of private Joke. Here, your back's done. Do you want me to do your front?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, and we'd be off the bleeding ship the moment it docks in Palma!" She grinned up at me.

It was later that morning. The four of us had got dressed and were thinking about grabbing some lunch. I can't remember why we took a turn around the top deck before going down to one of the restaurants, but we did.

"There she is, just about to dive in the pool!" Ronny said as we came to the part of the deck that overlooked the deep pool I'd swum in earlier.

I watched the shapely young woman make a perfect dive off of the board.

"Do you know her?" Carol asked me.

"I don't think so," I replied. "She looks familiar, in a way. But Ronny and I have been studying the scenery since we got on board. I could have seen her on deck here anytime in the last four days."

"Yeah, all this naked flesh don't do us dirty old men's memories any good," Ronny chimed in.

Gloria said something to Ronny who turned a funny shade of red, until she put her arms around him and gave him a hug that he somewhat enthusiastically returned.

Ronny, much to my surprise, was turning into a bit of a ladies' man, not the forty something year old nerd he always appeared to be around the office. I'd noted that Gloria and he appeared to be getting along very nicely together.

Good luck to them I thought, I knew that they were both single, although I wasn't sure whether Gloria was a widow or a divorcee. She had a few years on Ronny, who I don't think had ever been attached to any woman. But should Cupid decide to fire one of his little arrows, then good luck to the pair of them.

Carol and I looked at each other, her facial expression and a quick movement of her eyebrows saying that she agreed with me.

"I think I'd better share your cabin tonight. Maybe we can push these two into making a move," she whispered to me.

"What about your Captain Birdseye?" I asked, remembering the way Carol had been eyeing that member of the crew in the nightclub the evening before.

"I think he prefers younger blood. John. Could be you're stuck with me; unless that guy in the flash suit shows again."

Carol was referring to some guy who'd given her the eye the first night on board. But we hadn't laid eyes on him since. It was a big ship, more like a floating town actually. God alone knew how many thousand people were on board. Not really my style but it was cheap as cruises go.

Thousands of people there might have been, but after Ronny pointed that girl out to me, I seemed to see her everywhere. When I was running on deck in the morning, in the cafeteria or restaurant we used for lunch - there were several. And in the à-la-carte restaurant we used for our evening meals, although she was usually escorted by a young man when I saw her eating. It appeared to be a different young man at almost every meal.

After our stop in Palma, the ship passed through the straights of Gibraltar and headed out to cross the Atlantic for the Caribbean.

It was on our first evening in the Atlantic. Carol, Gloria, Ronny and I were ensconced in one of the nightclubs quite early. I think the rest of our party had gone to watch a show. We hadn't been there very long and Gloria and Ronny were dancing when medallion man suddenly made an appearance.

"Don't look now, sweetheart," I whispered to Carol, "but the man of your dreams has just walked in. I'll make myself scarce!"

I stood up and headed for the bar, taking my drink with me. Medallion man -- probably an unfair description -- got a drink from the same bar then surveyed the nightclub. It didn't take him long to spot Carol sitting alone and in an instant he was heading in her direction. When he got there he invited her to dance. 'Oh, well, lonely night in bed tonight,' I thought to myself.

I thought it prudent to buy Gloria and Ronny another drink then sort out another empty table not too far from the one that we had been sat at. When the music stopped they headed for our old table and then spotted me at a different one, franticly trying to attract their attention. They got the message and joined me.

"What's up?" Ronny asked as they sat down.

"Carol's hooked her fish, I think," I told them.

Gloria looked around and saw Carol returning to the table with her catch. "I don't understand. I thought you and Carol were together," she said.

"No, Gloria; we were just giving you two love birds some room to manoeuvre. And maybe push you into sharing your cabin with Ronny." Gloria turned an interesting shade of pink and Ronny looked as if he didn't know where to look.

"Come on, kids, loosen up. You're having a good time together out here, aren't you?"

They both agreed that they were. "Then bugger it. Carol and I felt you'd be able to keep each other company when you get home as well. Damn it, you two pussyfoot around each other in the office all the time."

Probably I shouldn't have said that but after some discussion -- that included some very plain English from me - they agreed that they were very attracted to each other. So much so that Ronny bought Gloria an engagement ring in one of the jewellery shops on board, before the cruise was over. But that came later.

God knows where Carol slept for the rest of the cruise. Because just after they all got up to dance again, things took a very unexpected turn for me and I lost track of her antics.

I think I was looking around trying to decide if there was any totty worth going after. Well, let's be honest here - if there were any women about who might want to dance with a forty year old has been. Oh, I kept myself fit and I don't suppose I looked too bad, but I'd never considered myself handsome.

Anyway completely without warning she sat herself in the chair next to me. The young blond girl who I'd kept seeing for the last couple of days. She had a very serious expression on her face, a look of determination, that for some reason I thought I'd seen before somewhere.

"Are you Jonathan Kingdom?" she asked.

"That's me, but you have me at a disadvantage, young lady," I replied.

"Good, that's where I want you!" she snapped back at me. Damn it, if my fingers had been outstretched, I think she might have bitten them off.

"Well, what can I do for you, young lady?" I asked, thinking I would see what she wanted and then get rid of her as quickly as I could. There are laws against old men and young girls getting together, even at sea.

"Why?" she asked.

"Why what?" I replied.

A question with a question, that's always a good strategy even if I had no idea what the girl was talking about.

But then she delivered the blind-sided blow that took the wind right out of my sails.

"Why don't you know who the hell I am, father?" she demanded.

I do believe at this point I sat there with my mouth agape. I know I had no idea what to say to the daughter that I had never seen, well, not close up and not for many years. But I also realised that there was no mistake about it; she was Katherine's daughter without a doubt. That's what had been so familiar about her.

After some struggle, trying to get my emotions back under control, I came out with the most stupid idiotic statement that anyone could make in the situation.

"You had a father, a damned good one by all accounts. What would you want to be involved with me for?" I said, trying my best to sound confident.

"He was never my father, you were! But you never, not once, came to see me. You never sent me one birthday or Christmas card. How could you do that?"

"Samantha!" I sputtered.

"It's Sam! Everyone who knows me, knows that I like to be called Sam. But you don't, you never even bothered to find out," she raved on at me.

I was pretty lost for words and was stumbling about trying to think of something to say. But things were just about to get a little more complicated. I could see that Gloria and Ronny were on their way back to the table. I was watching them coming out of the corner of my eye, somehow hoping they were somehow going to rescue me. But a few feet short of the table they stopped, their attention taken by something happening behind me, then I noticed Samantha look up as well.

"Don't you speak to your father like that, Sam!" Katherine's familiar voice commanded.

In a second I was out of my seat and had turned to face her. "Hi, Kath, I didn't know you were on board," I spluttered for want of anything else to say.

Well, what do you say to the woman who had kicked you out of her life nearly twenty years before.

"Hi, John, long time no see! I recognised you at the airport, but you didn't see me. You were too busy with your friends."

"That was very remiss of me, I'm sorry," I said, completely amazed that I hadn't spotted my one time wife.

"There were hundreds of people there, John, and you weren't expecting to see us. Christ, what is it, nearly nineteen years?"

"Eight years, Kathy. I used to stalk you sometimes until you moved to the US."

Kathy smiled. "And you never knew that Sam and I came back?"

"No, how would I know?"

"I would have thought your solicitor would have told you."

"Why, he just transfers the money from my account to yours. I don't think I've seen the bugger in years."

"May I... we join you for a little while, John? I'll try to ensure that our daughter keeps a civil tongue in her head."

I introduced Katherine and Samantha to Ronny and Gloria and we all sat down.

"I want to know why you never came to visit me, father. What kind of man can sit ten feet from his ex-wife and daughter all evening and not recognise either of them?" Samantha demanded again with real emphasis being placed on the word 'father.'