I jostled my way through the crowd to the outside screened porch for some fresh air. Maybe another time.”
Once Amanda and I got settled into the cockpit, drinks in hand, I lit a joint. If I’m capable, I’ll help in any way I can.” “Would you mind if we got more drinks and went to your boat for that smoke? The screened porch ran along one side of the building, hanging over the water with boats in slips beyond. With two scotches influencing my behavior, I turned on the flirt mode. Guess I pulled in on Sunday. Yes, I’m Sailor and I pulled in, uh, what day is today?” “Wednesday.” “Ah, yes. As we kissed, my hands started roaming. Overall, she was a solid 7 on a 10 scale. No charge.” I winked at her as I dropped a $20 into her tip jar. Seriously ill. Management, of course, frowns on it, but the boaters don’t give a fuck. Do you have some?”
“I was a Boy Scout, Amanda. She was enjoying this and so was I.
