Nobody Knows What Goes On Behind Closed Doors (Finale)

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.