Maria

I mentioned a certain Maria in the last post. I met her on another cruise ship, this time one which was sailing around the Antarctic. We flew to Rio de Janeiro, then down to Punta Arenas in Chile (where I currently am, funnily enough, but actually in Santiago, sixteen years later) where we joined the ship. First of all I developed an 'understanding' with another girl who then started to play the 'I've got a boyfriend' game. Maria stepped up to the plate and wasn't interested in adolescent mind games. After a rather liquid evening in one of the ship's bars we went down to her cabin to see what other watery substances we could generate, not emerging until after lunch the next day. We missed the first land excursion but being in bed with Maria was compensation enough, a lady who didn't like to waste a drop of what she inspired. She stayed on the ship when I flew back to Germany but we were to see each other more than once again after that. The next time I heard from her was months later when she phoned out of the blue as L and I were in the middle of a relationship crisis meeting. L was only back in Germany for three days and Maria picked her moment to get in touch with supernatural virtuosity. It also helped the talks, too, loosening L's tongue about what she'd been up to whilst I was thinking I was the only miscreant...