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Chapter 6: Getting Wet.
"Hi, nice to see you again." I smile warmly at some of the guests whom I've met during the last gig.
I recognized a bunch of them and we got to talking over things and of course, I got a few orders that hopefully will pan out in the future. And I hate to admit it, but people talked to me a lot easier and engaged me a lot faster with this dress on instead of 'the prude number' as Faye would call our other only two dresses.
I keep smiling and photographing everyone I see on the triple-decked german-wonder.
I didn't realize how big a yacht is until I've seen this one. Faye and I were open-mouthed for a good ten minutes when we saw it. The host, Ken, is a fifty-six-year-old gentlemen who has been divorced two years ago and loves throwing parties on his newly acquired luxury yacht that he bought with the money he got from the split-up.
Apparently, the 'Bachelor' was a yacht that was featured in many boat magazines and sites and has been ranked amongst the top 200 largest yachts in the world. It was Ken's pride and joy and its tour lasted for forty minutes, that's how big it was.
I mean the inside of the yacht was bigger than a hotel lobby. It has four cabins and a VIP one. It even has a gymnasium and a large spa pool with an integrated bar! It was the third of a three-boat series built by a German dude and Ken ordered it before completion and chartered it to the US. That's how loaded he was, so Faye decided to up our fee.
