She stood there with the rising sun behind her, the silvery pink glow making her look like an angel. Her hair was being tousled by the gentle breeze. She looked as stunning as ever. Her short pleated skirt barely covered her bottom, her blouse clung to her chest, her long slender legs were the colour of rich caramel, her feet were clad in black stilleto heels. She was classy and sassy. She dominated the deck. She was boss and no-one ever dared question it. No-one knew how she had become to be captain. It was a mystery. Not that any of the sailors were complaining. Stephanie Plum, the smart, sassy, sharp tongued captain had arrived for another days work.
Amsterdam Port was a thing of beauty. It was full of beautiful ships that were clean as a whistle and in exellent shape. The water was clear on this fine morning and the air was warm and gentle, it was the begginings of a fine day. 6:30 in the morning and the dock was quiet. People were still begining to arrive for work and Stephanie watched smiling. Todd was tall, lean and dark. He was vice captain of the Tracey-anne. Stephanies private ship. As he arrived he glanced at Stephanie and smilied. She was amazing, a bombshell. Shame he couldn’t touch her. It took almost all his willpower everyday not to reach out and take her hand pull her in and kiss her long and deep. His groin tightened at the thought.
Stephanie steped on to the deck of her ship and admired it. It was a beautiful ship, much like her vice captain Todd. Now he was beautiful. No! Bad thoughts. Must not think of Todd in erotic ways. Damn. Bad way to start the morning with unprofesional thoughts like that. She took a deep breath and walked to the cabbin. Todd had already began work. “Good morning Todd” Chirped Stephanie cheerfully. “Morning Steph” Replied Todd. “Let’s get this show on the road.” “Yes ma’am.”