When I got three miles out I keyed the intercom and let Mom know we were out to sea.It was a smooth sea with a gentle wind. I could see other boats, b...t none too close to us. I kept a heading out to sea.Mom was the first up, and my mouth dropped open at the sight of my mother wearing a string bikini bottom and no top. Her big breasts jiggled as she climbed up on deck. I was glad I was wearing sunglasses as Mom might not have liked the going over I gave her as she smiled at me.Next up was. Please, you don't have to cry you sweet, sweet boy." She rocked me back and forth a little as I gained control of my emotions. Was it alright? Really? And what did she mean by the comment, "how it really made me feel."I whispered through the terrycloth of the robe. "How did it make you really feel Aunt Celeste?" Flattered. Yes, flattered that a young man like you, although my nephew, and although you're a hot young man that girls should be drooling over, I was flattered that you would think of. While I was in the shower I heard the bathroom door open and Lucien said, “I brought your towel. Are you done?” “No I’m not!” I shrieked from the shower. “Leave the towel and get out, and lock the door!” “Okay, I’m going. You don’t have to burst my eardrums.” When I came out of the bathroom, Lucien was leaning against the wall outside. “Done?” he asked, scooping me in his arms and carried me to my room. “You’re really going to carry me about?” I asked wonderingly. “I thought you were joking.”. Otto relieved the Indian of his few possessions, and they returned to the wagon.Otto was worried that Queen would have trouble jumping into the wagon, but she had no problem. Apparently, the knife wound was more of a nuisance than anything else. Queen assumed her normal place curled up on the seat beside Otto and ignored her wound, except for an occasional lick.The Indian's Henry rifle appeared to be in good condition; it may have been a recent acquisition from some unlucky traveler. The Indian.