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wasp-like waist that
kept her black skirt from sliding down her sexy stockings. On her
left hand, she wore an emerald ring that matched her necklace, and
a beautiful emerald bracelet graced her right wrist. Her nails were
perfectly manicured and shone with a rich coat of red polish.
    While Gladys was a sexy, flirtatious temptress,
this woman was a classy businesswoman. Micko liked her—and not just
for the shallow, superficial reasons why men love gorgeous, busty
women. Sharon dealt in direct terms and turned out to be as honest
as the day was long, something most people in business found
difficult to be.
    She made Micko comfortable in an oversized brown
leather reclining chair and offered him coffee, and he surprised
himself by saying, “Yes, please.”
    “I have a trip of a lifetime for you at a price
you will not believe,” she stated. “I have a business acquaintance
that just came back from scuba diving at Bikini Atoll. Have you
ever heard of it?”
    “I have, but only regarding the A bomb,” Micko
answered. “Where is Bikini?”
    “It’s part of the Marshall Islands in the
Pacific Ocean, not far from Guam.”
    “Guam! Who am I? John Freaking Wayne? What the
heck will I do in Guam?”
    “Easy, Michael. Let me explain. This is why
Bikini is the diving secret of the scuba community. Oh, and that
John Wayne movie was in Iwo Freaking Jima.” She flashed a smile
that rivaled her sister’s in beauty. “After World War II, the U.S.
placed a large number of captured ships in Bikini Atoll and used a
nuclear bomb to sink them. More than fifty years later, the
Bikinians moved back and built up the islands with hotels and dive
resorts that offer some of the best shipwreck diving on the planet.
Since the resorts are new and word isn’t out yet, I can get you a
great deal.”
    Micko’s brow furrowed. “You know, I kind of
remember reading something about that. The radiation is gone and
the U.S. had to help pay to rebuild the islands and jumpstart the
Bikini economy.”
    “Yes, and there has been diving in the Bikini
Lagoon since 1996. National Geographic , the Discovery
Channel, Scuba Diving magazine, and many other noted dive
publications rave about it in their reviews,” Sharon said. “There
is a grand opening of a new hotel and dive resort scheduled for
next week on Shark Alley Island. It’s just a couple of miles from
the Bikini Resort, and it has the largest and fastest dive boats.
They do all the same dives as the Bikini dive resort, but this
place is luxurious. I could either book you at the Bikini dive
resort where you live on the water in a thatched hut with few
amenities, or into a five-star hotel with a swimming pool, casino,
golf course, three bars, a world class restaurant, and more. Your
choice, but I can get you a great deal on the grand opening of the
Majuro Majestic on Shark Alley Island.”
    Micko was stunned as he listened, and of course,
he preferred the luxurious resort. He finally stopped staring at
Sharon’s bust as she explained the package details. It was a great
deal. He had a thousand questions, and Sharon crossed her shapely
legs and sat in her splendid beauty as she patiently answered each
one. Her silky voice was as enthralling as her honesty. When she
didn’t have an answer, she made notes and promised to get an answer
ASAP. She didn’t try to pull any BS and gave Micko her undivided
attention for two straight hours without interruption.
    Finally, she said, “I will get you the
brochures, and you let me know which hotel you wish to stay in.
Then I’ll book everything immediately. Go to your doctor and get
the proper shots, and then pack your bags.”
    Micko gestured with his arms open. “How can I
ever thank you?”
    Sharon replied, “Just get better and have
fun.”
    ***
    Micko had trouble concentrating on his driving
on the way home as his mind wandered to the South Pacific. Sixteen hundred bucks! I’ve spent more money on a one-week dive
package to the Caribbean , he