Amazon Archipelago

The walk down past the farm went without incident, though we did get some friendly waves from a couple of farmers who stopped their work to admire us. Fortunately they were far enough away that I must have looked like just another girl, albeit a rather flat-chested one. We walked along the beach for another hundred yards past the farm and then reached park property. I noted with relief that there were still no other boats or campers in sight.

This part of the island was very narrow, and I knew that it was only a short walk from the dock over to the Reid Harbor side. It would be my last chance bow out of any further humiliation. I felt so ridiculous in the skirt, panties, and bra that I was ready to strip down and walk over there naked if that's what it took. I stopped at the head of the dock.

"Uh, if you ladies don't mind, I'll just walk back over to my boat from here."

"But that doesn't make any sense," said Lisa. "We're perfectly happy to give you a ride. Besides, once you give us those clothes back you won't have anything to wear."

"There's nobody else around," I replied, "and I've got more clothes on the boat, with the rest of my gear and..." I stopped, stricken.

"What's the matter dear?" Lisa asked. "Forget something?"

"My keys," I groaned. "They were with those clothes you tossed over the bluff. I can't start the boat without them. I can't even get into the cuddy-cabin where my clothes and gear are stored."

"Oh, my. That's terrible. I'm so sorry." Lisa didn't look sorry at all. In fact all three women looked positively gleeful. "I guess you had better stay with us after all."

"But my keys ... My boat." My mind grasped at straws. Maybe there were some clothes on the Gigabyte. Then I remembered that we'd cleaned everything off before the winter haul-out. Probably the only thing on board now was whatever the women had brought; just more girly clothes, no doubt. Ugh.