a driver to take her to Antibes where he said he was going. At least he wouldn’t be alone. She knew her mother hadn’t been to the boat in years. She wouldn’t go near it. Her brother, Nick, wouldn’t either. She was the only family member who occasionally joined Zack on the boat, when invited, which wasn’t often, but she enjoyed it. It was a fabulous two hundred and eighty foot yacht.
She saw the boat immediately when she got to the dock in Old Town, Antibes. It was the biggest boat there. She paid the driver she’d hired at the airport, and carried her small bag on board. The boat was quiet and there was no one around, except a deckhand on the dock to keep strangers from coming aboard. He had greeted Kendall courteously, and had seen her when she spent time on the boat with her father. She walked onto the passerelle and on board, and headed downstairs to her father’s cabin. There were no other crew around, and she wondered if they were having dinner in the galley. She headed toward her father’s suite, and opened the door to stick her head in, and found herself inches away from a naked woman. Her father had her against the wall and was having sex with her as the woman moaned, and her father stared into Kendall’s face with a look of horror as the girl had an orgasm and screamed with her eyes closed. Kendall slammed the door closed and ran to her cabin. Her father pounded on the door five minutes later, and Kendall looked mortified when she opened it.
“I’m so sorry, Dad…I had no idea…” He thought there was no one on board to interrupt them, so he hadn’t locked the door. The crew knew he had a woman with him. They were used to it, since it was a frequent occurrence. The boat was the perfect place to bring women. It always impressed them.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he shouted at her.
“You looked so lonely and upset when you left, and you complained that Mom never comes on the boat anymore. I spent my weekend and my money coming over to see you to cheer you up. How was I supposed to know you had a woman with you?” She was angry and hurt, confused and embarrassed. She had misjudged the situation entirely, and had been misled by her father. It wasn’t the first time.
“Do you expect me to check my guest list with you?” He was still shouting at her, and she was fighting back tears. The woman hardly looked like a “guest” to Kendall. She looked like a hooker or something very akin to it.
“Is she staying on the boat?” Kendall asked in a shaking voice.
“Obviously. She’s here from Paris for the weekend. She’s an old friend,” he said gruffly, which only made him seem more ridiculous.
“Are you leaving port tonight?” Kendall asked, still horrified that she had caught her father having sex with a woman in his cabin.
“No.”
“Then I’ll go back to San Francisco in the morning.”
“I’m sorry you made the trip for nothing,” he said, but he didn’t want her there either. It would spoil the weekend for him.
“I’m sorry I walked in on you,” she said meekly.
“I don’t make a habit of this, you know,” he said awkwardly. But it was obvious even to his daughter that more than likely this wasn’t the first time, and she really didn’t want to know. And all of a sudden, as he walked away down the hall in his bathrobe, for the first time, she felt sorry for her mother, and wondered if she knew that he was unfaithful to her. If so, it explained a lot about their marriage, and her mother’s years of withdrawal, and avoiding her husband. Kendall had known more or less, or guessed, that he was unfaithful, but she had always blamed her mother for it. But seeing him with a girl who looked almost like a hooker cast a whole different light on it. She wondered suddenly if this was the cause, not the result of their unhappy marriage.
She was hungry and went up to the galley a little while later, and helped herself to something to eat. The crew were either out or asleep. She made herself a sandwich, and took it out on deck to eat it, and minutes after she sat down, the girl who’d been having the orgasm