36. Nobody Knows What Goes On Behind Closed Doors (Finale)
Once we were back in the main salon, we found ourselves alone. Still in work mode, Tanya asked "May I get you something from the bar, Mr. Sailor?"
Fresh drink in hand and Tanya standing a respectable three feet from me, she was showing me some of the expensive artwork and collectibles on display. Part way through, Vista and Mr. Campbell reappeared.
As soon as she entered the room, Vista fixated on me, and her look was confusing. I could tell that they had fucked. Campbell had different clothes on. And Vista had a blank, distant look to her. Something was off, I could tell. I wasn't sure what it was yet but I hoped to get her to confess later. Maybe it would come out over lunch.
"Well, Mr. Sailor. What do you think of my floating money pit? And I trust that Tanya treated you well." He gave an insider, private glance toward Tanya who blushed ever so slightly.
"Yes, Mr. Campbell. She's a beauty." I twisted toward Tanya and gave a nod in her direction. His wry little grin told me that my double entendre had registered.
"She'll be more to my liking once the refit is complete. How about some lunch now. Tanya?"
Vista piped up. In a shaky voice, almost whispering, she said "Mr. Campbell, you've been so nice and gracious. But I'm not feeling very well right now. Would you be offended if we skipped lunch and took our leave? I think I need to lie down for a moment."
"Oh, Miss Vista, I'm so sorry if you're not feeling well. Would you like me to call a doctor? You can lay down in a stateroom if you'd like."
"Oh, no, but thank you. I'll be better soon. I just need to rest for a spell. Thank you for being such a gracious host and I apologize for my condition."
This was an unexpected turn of events. But I knew that something had transpired during their "tour" that had rattled Vista. We walked back to the Love Boat in silence.
Vista was hardly below before she threw herself on the bed crying and sobbing - no, she was wailing. She was much more emotional than anyone I had been with. I wasn't used to women breaking down in tears so often and I was ill prepared to deal with it.
I let her sob and cry while I popped open a cold beer. I sat on the bed and rubbed her back to console her. I didn't ask or pry. I had learned that she would spill the beans once she was ready.
She cried and carried on for an hour. I disappeared to the cockpit and worked on my cold beer. I was trying to discern what had brought this on. I felt hemmed in like I was downtown in a major city with huge skyscrapers surrounding me. The yachts all around were that enormous, towering high above.
Eventually Vista showed her face in the companionway. Between the spasms that come after a hard cry and without eye contact she very quietly murmured "Sailor, can you please cancel our dinner plans? I won't be able to join you." Then she disappeared below. Now I was really stumped. Just what the fuck had happened?
I cautiously went below. Vista was sitting up in the bed staring blankly at nothing. She wouldn't even make eye contact with me. She was on a different planet, far, far away. I grabbed another beer and decided to find our dinner host's boat and beg off.
When I returned nothing had changed. Vista was still in her catatonic state and refused to make eye contact with me. This time I poured a scotch and sat on the settee.
"This won't work for long you know. Sooner or later you're going to have to tell me what went wrong. If you had sex with him and you're afraid to tell me, fine. Leave that part out. But I need to know what's going on in that exceedingly pretty heads of yours. Can you at least look at me?"
She very slowly turned her face toward me as if she were drugged. Her eyes were still blank, no emotion, no feeling. I knew she was in trouble so I moved over to the bed and put my arm around her. She immediately cuddled against me, almost like the fetal position, like a helpless baby desperate for protection. Although the sobbing had stopped, her tears kept falling making a wet spot on my shirt.
"Vista, I must know what happened. I've never seen you like this and it's pretty obvious that you've been hurt. If I don't know what happened, I can't fix it. Did he hit you? Did he violently rape you? What the fuck went on that is causing so much agony? I can't bear to see you so unhappy. Come on, Vista. Open up."
I removed my arm from around her shoulder. Instead of sitting up, she stayed curled up in a fetal position, sniffling and whimpering. Frustrated, I stood up sternly telling her "I'll leave you alone for now. I'm going topside. But I expect some answers when I return."
I poured a generous tumbler of my go-to drink and climbed topside. Sitting alone in the cockpit I worked through all the possibilities of what might have happened and then some. As I sipped my scotch I got more and more confused. She was acting like she had been violently raped against her will or beaten mercilessly by an abuser, yet she showed no outward signs. No bruises, no cuts or blood. And it would be hard to rape such a willing sex partner. I didn't get it. What was I missing?
I finally heard a faint voice from down below, barely audible. "Sailor, can you come down, please?" I sucked down the last of my drink and hurried below. Vista was sitting on the settee, the box of tissues in her lap. She looked in my direction when I entered although it was clear that she still wasn't all there.
"I'm going to pour myself another scotch. May I get you anything?"
"Yes, a scotch please. Make it a double." Oh, boy. This was going to be a doozy. I poured drinks and sat across from her on the bed, facing her. When I handed her drink to her, she looked up at me, the sadness, pain, and confusion radiating from her expressive eyes. She held her gaze on me, not blinking, not looking away. She just stared at me.
"Sailor, something monumental has happened. I'm having a very hard time with it. And, unfortunately, I can't turn to you, my rock, my soul, for advice. I have no one to turn to." The tears started again.
"Why not, Vista? Tell me what's happened and I'll be happy to help guide you."
"You can't help this time Sailor. You're a lawyer. What is it when judges can't decide a case because they're involved or know someone in the case? Relapse? Something like that."
I chuckled. "Not quite, darling. Recuse is the word you're looking for. But I'm still lost. I need to know what happened between you and Mr. Campbell before I can decide whether or not to recuse myself. I want to help you. I can't stand seeing you this way."
"You see, there it is. Right there. You care. You want to help me. You don't want to see me miserable. Don't you see, Sailor? You can't be a part of the solution because it's about you. Can't you see that?"
"Vista, you went off with Mr. Campbell and you came back all rattled and claim that it's all about me? I guess I'll just have to go see him myself. Maybe he can explain how you two go off together privately, fucking each other or whatever, and it's about me. Honey. I wasn't even there! I was two floors down eating Tanya's cunt, then fucking it. How the hell does this have anything to do with me?"
"You fucked Tanya? And gave her head?"
"Yes, darling, I did. And we both enjoyed it. At least I did. Does that make any difference?"
"Well, kind of. At least a little bit. It makes things somewhat easier."
I was very confused and getting very perturbed. She was dancing around something but wouldn't disclose it. And she was blaming it on me! Angrily I barked at her "Vista, look. I don't play games like this. Tell me what this is about or I'll put you off the boat right now. You can go beg a place to stay from any one of these mega-yacht assholes. You understand?"
She chugged her drink. She held her empty glass in her lap and stared at it. Finally, she looked up at me. There seemed to be a calmness in her look, as if she had come to peace with whatever was chewing her up. She held out her empty glass. "Another, please."
With her fresh drink in hand she took a monumentaly deep breath, then slowly began speaking.
"Bill, well, Mr. Campbell, changed my life today. Once we got to his stateroom he poured drinks and we sat on the couch. We just talked. It turns out that he is as exceptional as you are, Sailor. He's one in a billion. His story is compelling and extraordinary. Sailor - I fell for him, just like I fell for you. I told him how I feel about you. Wisely, he helped me sort through choices, feelings, goals, aspirations. What we're looking for in life, what makes us happy, what hurts us.
"Sailor, I got so confused. Just like with you, my feelings for him were strong, overpowering. I started crying and he held me tenderly, just like you do. I dissolved. I melded into him. My feelings for him began replacing my feelings for you."
She took a sip of her drink and looked away, biting her bottom lip. She took a deep breath, obviously uncomfortable. "Then came the sex. I hadn't met anyone who satisfied me like you do - until Bill. I won't belabor the point, but suffice it to say that he satisfies me as much as you do."
She turned to look at me, her eyes now alive and sparkling again. She had a faint smile on her lips. "Sailor, he told me that I had to come live with him, that he wouldn't take no for an answer, and that he would travel to the ends of the earth to find me if I left. I was, of course, flattered, yet equally confused. I told him I needed some time to consider his offer. He gave me until tomorrow morning.
"Now do you see? Now do you understand my angst? Now do you know why you have to recuse yourself from this mess I'm in?" Her sparkling eyes turned away and the crocodile tears rolled down her cheeks again.
Inside, I was jumping for joy! My plan had worked! Now I had, what, maybe 18 hours to feign sadness and despair and convince her to take him up on his offer. I wanted a distraction in order to prepare.
"Vista, my emotions are juxtaposed. One side is happy for you. The other reeks of desolation. I need a distraction to sort through this news."
"Can I help? Would letting your cock annihilate my mouth help? Or let you brutally take my ass with your fat boy? Is there anything I can do? I want you to know that, whatever happens, you can always take my body. It's yours for life."
We spent the rest of the evening and well into the wee hours fucking each other silly. The sex was intense. It was nonstop. Every imaginable position, every hole. After a couple of hours, my orgasms continued but they were just dry heaves. An intense rush but no cum squirting payoff.
It ended with us falling asleep spooning, me the big spoon, cupping her perfect tit in my hand.
