become an exclamation forced through a husk of a throat. He certainly was not talking to her… His smile had turned into a pulse… amusement arousal amusement arousal amusement arousal… His eyes were pinned on a couple barely three feet from them—this americano, tall, sandy haired, with an athletic build—this americano was behind a girl BEAT thung BEAT thung BEAT thung THRUST hump THRUST hump THRUST hump hump humping BEHIND her HUMP thung THRUST the turgid crotch of his trunks in her buttocks RUT rut rut rut… so hard, the front of his trunks all but disappeared into that ripe gulley… She was leaning forward to make the gulley wider, causing her bare breasts to hang down… with each THRUST they swung forward THRUST hump THRUST thong thong thong thong they lurched forward and swung back—
The americanos! Not that Cuban boys are so—but the americanos are… dogs in the park! The thought of a whole deck full of young men and women doing what was so close to the real thing BEAT thung BEAT thung BEAT thung BEAT thung THRUST hump THRUST hump THRUST hump THRUST hump dogs in the park THRUST hump THRUST grind grind grind grinding their distended cocks albeit held down by their trunks into the girls’ crotches GRIND GRIND GRIND… these gringas might as well have been totally naked!… bikinis? Breasts rampant GRINDING. All you can see is the band of the thong bottom BEAT thung BEAT thung BEAT thung barely visible at the hips… otherwise naked girls with guys thrusting humping GRINDING them BEAT thong BEAT thong…
Getting darker… but light still glowed on the edges of the western horizon—a band of purple backlit by a fading gold. She could barely see any light to the north where Miami was… somewhere… or east and the ocean beyond… but still enough light to make Magdalena think this motley corona of—what?—a thousand boats?—was in the world… enough to make her believe Miami actually was… up there… and the ocean was actually out there… and they really were near a known piece of geography, Elliott Key… even though there was such a jam-up of boats. She had only barely laid eyes on it by looking between boats… and this was Biscayne Bay they were on… She was still able to gaze out over the bay, although the light was getting dimmer and dimmer. There was a party on every boat…
Great whoops. People were hurrying. People dancing suddenly began hurrying to the rear deck.
Norman pulled her in that direction.
“What’s going on?” By now you had to shout to be heard even at close range.
“I don’t know!” shouted Norman. “But we’ve gotta go see!”
Magdalena found herself stumbling behind Norman, who held tight to her hand and pulled her along.
Much excitement on the aft deck. Cell phones were going off. Two of them were programmed with LMFAO’s “I’m Sexy and I Know It” and Pitbull’s “Hey Baby.” The beep beep be-beeps of incoming text messages were going off all over the place.
A young americano cried out above the general hubbub, “You won’t believe this!”
BEAT thung BEAT thung BEAT thung BEAT thung—yet now Magdalena could hear it… From down that way, cheers, shouts, two-fingers-in-the-mouth whistles, whoops and woo-woo-woooos—always mockery, the woo-woo-wooo, but this time so very loud. The ruckus was heading toward them like a tide… finally so close, it beat back the sound system… the ruckus and the sound of the speedboats… bearing down—
The crowd against the rail was so thick, Magdalena couldn’t see a thing. Without a word, Norman clamped his hands on either side of her waist, just below her rib cage, and lifted her straight up until she could put her legs around his neck and dangle them down over his chest like a child… Grumbling from behind, “Hey, you’re rumble rumble rumble rumble!” Norman ignored it. In the next instant—
—the speedboats… Behind the first, three water-skiers on long towlines… three girls… three girls towed at a furious rate by one speedboat… all three stark naked… three girls without a stitch on, two blondes, one brunette… tall americana bodies! Starved to near perfection!… Reaching the lineup of thirteen tethered boats turned them on… All three took one hand off the towline, turned their upper bodies almost forty-five degrees, and threw their free arms up in the air in a gesture of abandon… tremendous cheering and laughing from every boat in the line… mocking woo-woo-wooooos—but even the mockery was exultant—and deliriously happy—Another speedboat. This one towing—