Lexie’s Daughter, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-06-21. Times viewed: 2855.
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- Intro: A marine engineer works on a supply vessel skippered by a woman and enjoys his new life.
Heavy vehicle diesel mechanic Roy Turner had arrived in Auckland from the south looking for a change in direction. The 29-year-old had grown up on a sheep and grain farm in the South Canterbury region of New Zealand and after training as a diesel mechanic had been working in the capital Wellington on earth-moving machinery for six years and had become restless.
Dissatisfaction with his life-style was triggered when his girlfriend left on promotion to Dunedin and made it clear she was not expecting him to go south with her. That suited Roy because he was aware they were not really a good match. A couple of months later, with no lovable woman sharing his flat to replace Margot, he knew he was marking time remaining in Wellington and decided to move on to the warmer north.
He thought he’d like to go to sea as an engineer and had sufficient money to take time out to study to become qualified as a marine engineer and that involved gaining experience at sea. He chalked up the required service working in coastal shipping and when fully qualified began searching for a position as sole engineer on a small vessel.
Roy answered an advertisement to fill a vacancy for an ‘engineer and deckhand’ on a supply vehicle servicing a tourist resort on Matamata Island in the Hauraki Gulf.
The interview went well and the female skipper hired him, possibly because he was the only applicant but probably because he also knew about diesel engines, generators and the like while she didn’t have a clue.
The 53-year old widow, Lexie Clooney had been born into a marine family and for the past four years had been shipping supplies to a company-owned island and had just taken charge of a new vessel. The company had sold its aluminium supply boat and replaced it with the red-painted steel vessel that was bigger with much greater carrying capacity and the accommodation on the island was being doubled in capacity.
Alas for Lexie, just as she’d become use to the new vessel, her engineer/crewman (and lover) quit to go to Perth, Australia, to live with his married daughter after her husband had run off with his daughter’s best friend. The company had been forced to use a commercial shipping company to service the island while Lexie endeavoured to hire an engineer.
The Red Toiler was a rebuilt off-shore steel work boat 65ft long, 16½ft wide and 8 feet deep with a forward wheelhouse that gave plenty of aft deck space with a 6-ton crane to load and unload from the roomy hold and anything carried on the open deck. The vessel and was powered by a Volvo Penta 422 bhp engine.
It was no licensed to carry passengers, being fitted out for only two people. Lexie had already told Roy that it was just as well they didn’t carry passengers because the boat rolled a bit and cruising speed was only 10.5 knots.
“Rolls?” Roy had asked, wondering if he’d turned green and he didn’t reply when Lexie asked, “You are an all-weather boatie aren’t you?”
With the new engineer/crewman aboard, Lexie may have expected to be settling back to quieter times but within hours of the new guy boarding she faced a minor mutiny. She wanted to move Red Toiler to the refuelling wharf but the new crewman had refused to start the engine, saying he’d only do that after thorough checks.
“Checks what for?”
“To find if the engine is properly maintained. The checks will take about two hours.”
“You can do that over at the refuelling wharf.”
“Back off Lexie. Just let me do my job. You wanted a professional marine engineer and that’s what you got.”
“That’s a recently rebuilt engine.”
“That’s all the more reason for me to give it a going over. When where the filters checked?”
“Do boat engines have filters?”
“Yes Lexie. Good god.”
“Well do what you have to do and I want no unnecessary delay. We load a Land Rover Defender at 8:00 in the morning for the guy who leases the island farm.”
“Well when we come back from refuelling I’ll have to figure out how to operate the Hiab (crane). Are there instruction manuals?”
“How would I know?”
Roy sighed. He’d had been trained to operate self-propelled cranes to lift engines out of buses and earth moving machinery but there were some things he needed to know about this crane.
“Look in the drawers of the desk in your cabin. That’s where I’d keep them if I were the engineer.”
“Ah some sense from my skipper at last.”
Lexie, relaxing at last, grinned and said, “Put a sock in it you cheeky pup.”
Two hours later Roy went looking for Lexie and found her asleep in her cabin. He smiled and left. Half an hour later, looking primed to swat something Lexie found Roy in the saloon reading the manual about the crane and she growled, “You didn’t wake me?”
“I had no such instruction.”
“Jesus. Please start the fucking engine.”
Roy looked at her severely, “That’s almost being abusive.”
“Please start the engine.”
“Aye, aye captain.”
“Christ!”
Roy went down to the amidships engine-room started the engine and returned to the saloon to make coffee while it warmed up and found Lexie was already drinking coffee and had poured one for Roy.
“Thanks.”
“My pleasure,” she said. “And thanks for being careful about our boat’s engine.”
“Thanks and now I’ve done that initial inspection you won’t have to experience similar delay again because I will be operating a maintenance schedule done that will be carried out when we are docked with down time.”
“Oh then what will I have to bitch about.”
Roy grinned and he said, “You’re rather okay Lexie.”
“Are you coming on to me?”
Confused he said he didn’t think so and Lexie said “Oh” and fiddled with an earring.
* * *
Roy cast off the stern line and jumped aboard with it, the boat was steered moved slowly out from the wharf to head the 400 yards to the refuelling wharf for smaller vessels. He thought it was a wonder the company entrusted its second-hand boat that would have cost more than a half million bucks to a woman skipper, not that he’d be telling Lexie about that thought. Females appeared to be unduly sensitive when guys mentioned things like that.
He went to wheelhouse and Lexie said, “You appeared to know what you were doing.”
“Yeah well I told you my two sisters and I grew up with our parents owning a 48ft motor-sailer.”
“It’s true you said that but had nothing to show me to substantiate that.”
“Yeah well now you might think I mightn’t be a liar.”
Lexie sighed and said he ought to try to become more relaxed.
“Do you resent working for a woman?”
“Probably not,” he muttered.
“Oh charming.”
Roy offered, “My mum was next to useless apart from cleaning, shopping and looking after her kids and I’m only lived with one woman, Margot in Wellington, and rather slack around the flat and never ordered me to clean up the place and leave the toilet seat down.”
“Well I suggest you don’t judge all women by your experience with two women. And I noted you missed out mentioning the skill of those two females at cooking and presenting meals.”
Lexie looked and noticed his bottom lip showing.
“What’s wrong now?”
“Mom was next to useless at cooking as are my sisters. Dad and I did all the cooking, at least I joined him from the age of eight or nine. And Margot got panicking and kept asking for instructions if she began to make us scrambled eggs.”
“Oh god,” Lexie laughed unsympathetically. “Did you have to put it in for Margot?”
Roy hesitated but then said, “No she was really great in bed and I guess mom was too because dad used to come out of their bedroom at times when they thrashed about noisily and he’d be sporting a big smile.”
Lexie laughed and Roy said there was a small launch approaching fast to starboard.
“Thanks, I’ve seen it and it’s towing a donut.”
Roy looked again and saw the teenager in an inflatable ring being towed at speed and was impressed that Lexie had eyesight good enough to spot that before he had.
When they returning to their wharf berth, Roy read up on the methods of loading with the Hiab and could find nothing about how to place slings under the wheels of a vehicle for the lift. Lexie reversed into their regular berth but moved in much closer to the breastwork.
“You weren’t that close with the stern before.”
“Checking up on me eh?”
“Um I’m just a guy keen to learn your methods and idiosyncrasies.”
“Oooh into big words are we? We have to get the Defender aboard at 8:00 in the morning at full tide. The railing across our stern is detachable and you bring two loading ramps from our store shed over there (she pointed) and connect the aluminium skid plates to our deck and precisely adjust them and insert and tighten the high tensile steel holding bolts just before the vehicle is driven down the ramps, with you guiding the driver to get the wheels for the descent.”
“Oh.”
“You seemed surprised. How did you think we were getting the vehicle aboard and then off again at the other end?”
Roy looked at the Hiab.
“Yes it has the capacity for the lift Roy but can you imagine how complex it would be to prevent damage from the slings to the vehicle’s bodywork and to adjust the heights between the front and rear slings to account for the difference in weight of the vehicle at each end?”
“I-I didn’t think beyond the Hiab. I’m guilty of incompetence.”
“Oh no,” Lexie said. “This is a new environment for you and you have to feel your way and I must say it’s a sheer delight for me to hear a male admit he’s less than perfect.”
Roy’s cheeks glowed red hot and he offered, “A lovely sunset is taking shape.”
“Oh Roy you do have some appeal to a woman. Remind me some time to talk to you about Marie.”
Roy wished Lexie would be more precise and tell him about this Marie now. Well he’d have to accept that Lexie was quite old and would be rather set in her ways.
He went to the saloon after ensuring everything was shipshape and she turned off the TV and said, “They specialize in broadcasting crap.”
“Put your feet up and I’ll get you a drink.”
“Three fingers of gin, ice, three parts tonic and a slice of lemon.”
Roy said in surprise that was his mom’s favourite drink.
Lexie said his mother must be a nice person and they laughed.
“It’s 6:15,” Roy said, opening a can of beer. “I’d like to cook for you.”
“Pardon me. I must what could be a significant difference. Did you say, ‘I’ll cook for you’ or I’d like to cook for you.”
“The latter.”
Lexie smiled and said, “How sweet and that suggests Danielle will like you.”
“Who’s Danielle?”
“She’s my 32-year old daughter who has just equalled my feat when I was thirty-eight by being the skipper of the winning yacht in the triennial Golden Drop Rum-sponsored yacht race from Auckland to Port Vila, Vanuatu, that in a direct line is 1374 miles from here but of course yachts don’t spend too much time sailing in a direct line.”
“Gosh that’s brilliant.”
“Yes and she arrives home in a couple of days to trigger the publicity machine will release to drive the publicity of the race-winners and the main race sponsor and I’ll be involved in that. We’ll have to wait for high tide at 9.43 pm to unload the Defender tomorrow and that means we stay at the island wharf because the company insists we don’t sail after dark unless in emergencies.”
“How long does it take us to reach the island?”
“Progress depends on the state of seas, wind direction and tidal flow but if I wish to maintain good time the engine is powerful enough to deliver what I need to maintain my schedule even against a tidal flow of a few knots. I do most trips in a little over three hours.”
Roy thought that sounded like a comfortable shake-down cruise for him.
Two hours later Roy served curry and Lexie said it was great and later drooled when sighting the pavlova (a meringue-based dessert) that she described as absolutely perfect.
“Yeah well it was a lot of mucking about,” Roy said. “It was my way of saying thank you for employing me. Actually in most instances I prefer turning out simple stuff like bacon and eggs and a fry up of the previous night’s dinner leftovers.”
“God you oaf,” Lexie said, accepting a mug of black machine-made coffee. The coffee maker was the big feature of the small but well-appointed galley.
“Do you know anything of the history of the Red Toiler?”
“Only a few details. She was purchased by the company on my specifications by a broker in Hong Kong. She was built in Japan in 1992 as a small supply vessel to close to shore oil platforms and later was used to service small communities in fiords in Norway and then to service mother ships working with fishing vessels in the North Sea and beyond.”
“A crew of three sailed her from Auckland non-stop, carrying extra fuel in drums lashed to the aft deck, and that told me a lot about her durability as a seaworthy plodder. I convinced the company it would be a waste of money buying an aluminium speedy beach-landing craft they intended to buy, that to get a heavy-duty economic fuel-burner that could haul buildings on a barge to the island if required and would get supplies to them when other craft remained at the wharf during the worse of our northerly and nor-easterly gales.”
“I must say she’s been refitted well with quality stuff,” Roy said and she has good lines. How often do we go to the island?”
“You asked me during the interview.”
“Um I didn’t listen because I thought I wouldn’t get the job because you’d be swamped with applicants.”
“Oh is that so?” Lexie said vaguely. “Three times a week usually, Monday, Wednesday and Friday and I’m free to return to Auckland whenever I like. It’s a top tourist resort so requires fresh provisions. Tourists and staff go to and from the island on quick Catamarans or helicopter.”
The first of the delivery vans arrived just after 7:00 next morning and all deliveries were required to be stacked on pallets provided by the company for ease of handling. So using the crane Roy loaded the fish and other perishables into the refrigerated hold and all other products into the main hold and everything was loaded and he’d had breakfast by the time the Defender arrived. Being 4-wheel drive, it was driven down the steep incline on the two heavy duty loading ramps to the deck with ease.
They left at 9:15 and when Roy joined Lexie in the wheelhouse she pointed out the landmarks of the city, the most prominent ones being volcanic cones. He already knew that, having been based in the city for a year but she told him some things he didn’t know. She said there were twenty former volcanoes within twenty miles of the city centre, the youngest being Rangitoto Island beyond north head that last erupted 600 years ago. They increased in age to the granddaddy of them all, the cone in Auckland Domain parkland) believed to be 140,000 to 150,000 years old.
Shortly before rounding North Head and heading into the main shipping channel through the Hauraki Gulf, they passed closed to the Devonport Naval Base. He decided to have her on and asked for details of the propulsion units of the vessels they sighted and she replied “What’s what?” Roy was suspicious she was teasing him by making that comment.
They arrived at the island and unloaded without a hitch and had dinner that night in the staff dining room. Lexie kept looking around and finally waved over a very attractive female with short brunette hair who’d entered the dining room and spent a little time checking on the food selecting and talking to diners.
“Hi Mrs Clooney… oooh is this your prospective son-in-law?”
“Roy Turner this is Marie Stoddard, youngest daughter of one of my best friends and a great friend of my daughter. Marie, Roy is my new engineer and deckhand.”
“Oh hi Roy, great to meet you,” she said to Roy who was now standing and she kissed him lightly.
Lexie told Marie, “Danielle called me last night to say she arrives home tomorrow at 4:00 and I promised to meet her at the airport. I’ve taken leave tomorrow and the next day to spend some time with her.”
“Then come back with us in the morning at around 8:00 and I can drive you home and take you to the airport.”
“Oh thanks Mrs Clooney. Will I be deckhand or cook?”
“Your choice but advise me. I’m glad you remembered I can’t take passengers.”
“Um cook.”
They laughed.
Marie turned to Roy, “Would you like to join me at the staff clubroom for a drink from 8:00? Mrs Clooney is invited but won’t come because she finds the music too loud and the people too rowdy.”
“Yeah thanks Marie, I’d really like that.”
Marie and Roy had a great time together because he didn’t hold back and related well to her friends. After a couple of hours of din and drinks Marie took Roy to her single person cabin and sent her off three hours later and he walked to the boat with a big smile on his face.
Over breakfast Lexie said, “What did Marie think of you.”
“Oh all right I guess, I tried to fit in at the club.”
“No I mean in bed.”
“Jesus Lexie.”
Lexie said firmly, “I need to know. Marie has a fiancée and won’t really be interested in your but Danielle is going with this guy that Marie and I don’t like. If Marie gives a great build-up about you, well something might happen. I’m due to take a compulsory two-week break in two weeks and my daughter who works at her father’s ship’s chancery business, will act as relief skipper. She has her full ticket.”
“Her father? But you told me at the interview you had been a widow for four years which was when you changed from being a relief skipper for a harbour ferry company to take the Matamata Island supply boat job.
“Well our divorce became absolute four years ago and that’s when my marriage died. Same difference isn’t it?”
“Well I guess I can see it your way Lexie.”
She smiled and patted his cheek and said to answer the question.
“I had Marie screaming so loudly that someone arrived and yelled outside the cabin door to quieten down. Um that’s when she said I better go and she began bawling and I asked what the matter was and she said she was so happy.”
“Omigod that means she was overly satisfied. Perhaps you should have a piece of me so I can confirm her finding?”
Roy said stiffly, “I like you Lexie, in fact I believe I’m coming to like you a whole lot but you know and I know you are about my mother’s age.”
“Oh thanks,” she said mournfully and then smiled weakly and said he shouldn’t blame her for trying.
He grinned and she appeared to like that.
Marie arrived on board with a backpack and gave Lexie the thumb-up signed and said very distinctly, “Good morning lover.”
Roy cringed and she strode over and kissed his forehead and patted his ass and said good boy.
“Ray start the Cat (Caterpillar engine) and then come back up for coffee after you pull up the gangway,” ordered Lexie, grinning.
That evening Roy sat with Lexie to watch the News at 6:00 on TV1 and the third item of the sports section was a short interview with champion yachtswoman Danielle Clooney who’d just won her umpteenth winner’s medal in various classes of yacht racing from sailing dinghies to blue-water cruisers.
Roy’s breath caught at the first sight Danielle. He’d not expected a slim blonde beauty with big tits and so wasn’t disappointed but she was blonde, powerfully built with modest breasts under her polo shirt and a lean jaw and lean from the waist down from what he could determine. She looked very much an athlete and probably would run to fat as she aged, much like her mom, but her mom had still managed to retain a figure most women her age would envy.
She spoke well, showed great teeth and an engaging personality and the smile practically curled Roy’s toes.
Roy went home with Lexie for the weekend and he and Danielle got along well but she showed no particular interest in him and she went out with her boyfriend on Saturday night and Roy wasn’t invited to accompany him. He grabbed Danielle’s bike that was equipped for night riding and Lexie told him which were to safe routes to take, some of them being illuminated bike-only trails.
He arrived home to find Marie had called because her date ended early because her fiancé, a chopper pilot, was on duty from 5:00.
“Well I’m off to bed,” Lexie said.
“Hey you haven’t been working today and it’s only 9:40,” Roy protested. He received a dig in the ribs from Marie and Lexie kissed them both and said she’d had a hard week and so deserved a good night’s sleep.
“Bang me,” Marie invited.
Roy felt he could not refused an explicit invitation like that.
* * *
Lexie’s daughter Danielle arrived aboard unexpectedly at 9:00.
“Hi I wasn’t expecting you till the morning.”
She kissed Roy lightly and said hi.
“I’d taken mom to the airport to catch her flight to Aussie (Australia) and returned home and felt lonely and decided to bake an apple pie for supper and here I am.”
“Apple pie huh? That makes you very welcome.”
“Are you expecting to sleep with me?”
Shocked by the unexpectedness of that charge, Roy blurted, “Hell no.”
“What’s wrong with me?”
“Eh?”
“I’m asking is there nothing about me that attracts you? Mom says you’re a nice guy and always say what you think. I’m asking what you think is wrong with me?”
“You’re a bit distant with me, have small tits but other than that there’s nothing I find untoward with you except you have a boyfriend.”
“Who you don’t like.”
“No because he’s a jerk; it shows.”
Danielle smiled and said, “Yes mom is right about you being prepared to say what you think.”
“The jerk tried to force himself on one of my friends at the club we were at last night but she kneed him in the nuts and got away. She complained to me and I told him we were finished. So I guess you feel it’s open season on me?”
“No I don’t; I’m not one to take thinks like that for granted.”
“Roy I believe you mean that. Open a bottle of sweet wine while I serve supper.”
Finishing his second helping of apple pie, Roy said, “That was splendid. Thanks.”
Looking at Roy closely, Danielle said, “Mum told me you are a top cook.”
“She exaggerates.”
“Marie told me that in bed you are as good as they get.”
“She exaggerates.”
Roy rose to leave but Danielle said, “Sit.”
He obliged but looked defensive.
“You are a little difficult to assess,” she said. “I’d expected you to wave a hand and claim you could cook okay and then in the other reply to say airily that you aim to give any woman the calibre of sexual gratification she seeks, or something along that line.”
“Well my replies were delivered to be open to interpretation.”
“Why since you obviously favour women with big breasts and you must have had a field day with Marie?”
“Um I have no intention of discussion my more intimate associations with you or anyone else.”
“Oooh, a discreet man; how rare.”
“I just love wrapping big breasts around my ears.”
Danielle’s face reddened and said, “You could rattle your ears between my thighs.”
“I’m going,” Roy said, looking uncomfortable.
“Sit!” she barked, as he rose to leave.
“This stand-off reaction comes as a surprise to me: is it because I’m Lexie’s daughter?”
He nodded and she smiled and said, “Leaving that aside for the moment, are you aware I’ve not taken the helm of the Red Toiler before this?”
Roy looked startled.
“I thought as much. Mum thinks I can do anything and said to me if I had a problem you’d be there to sort it for me.”
“Me.”
“You know about helm response lag, turning circles, where the pivot point is, stern swing, prop walk in reverse?”
“Not in this boat, I’ve not handled her. But regarding prop walk I can tell you we have a left-handed turn of the prop shaft, in other words it turns counter-clockwise.”
“Well at least that is useful to know. The weather forecast indicates very light or no wind in the morning and we are stern in and so I’ll get us away in the morning with no problem. Once clear of the port I’ll slow and practice docking manoeuvres to get the feel of the boat.”
“Good idea and that indicates your seamanship experience. Um the Cat is mounted amidships.”
“Ah that information is helpful because it means the pivot point for berthing (docking) will be more forward that I would have expected.”
“Well thanks Roy, I think I’ll hit the sack because I’m tired after my emotional night last night. Do you kiss my mum each night?”
“Yes.”
“Then it’s okay for me to kiss you goodnight without you thinking I’m attempting to possess you?”
“Yes it would be quite okay.”
“Um if you bring coffee to me in the morning I suggest you knock if you wish to avoid experiencing a big fright. I sleep in the nude and at this time of year tend to kick off my bedding linen.”
“Oh yes, right and thanks for the warning.”
“Oh god,” Danielle complained and kissed him soundly on the lips and walked from the saloon.
Danielle slept in next morning and when the guys making deliveries arrived between 7:00 and 7:30 not even the smaller engine running to power the hydraulics of the Hiab awoke her.
Roy had everything loaded and secured, closed the hold covers and stowed the crane in rest position and then started the big diesel and that awoke greater noise and vibration Danielle.
As Roy emerged up from the engine room he found her dressed and very red-faced.
“Oh god, I’m sorry. Why didn’t you wake me?”
“I was scared as seeing bare pussy.”
Her teeth showed.
“No a joke,” he said hastily. “I’m used to handling the loading now and the guys know me and allowed me to sign. I checked everything. Get underway while the tide is still running out and the sea is flat. We’ll chug along serenely. I’ll bring breakfast to you.
Roy freed the bow line and tossed it aboard and Danielle eased out the bow gently and he freed the stern line and jumped aboard and waved to the skipper who was leaning out the starboard window of the wheelhouse waiting for his signal. She blew him a kiss and disappeared back inside. The Cat slid out of idle and the revs were built up without haste and they skirted the two fishing trawlers tied up ahead of them and rounded the end of the wharf and headed to the reserve at the end of Devonport called North Head.
They were in the main channel when Roy arrived with a cheese, onion and tomato omelette for Danielle.
“Here’s breakfast,” he called. “I’ll take the wheel.”
“Oh thanks darling,” she said as he came into the wheelhouse with his coffee and she kissed him casually and smiled.
“Does that mean we are to have sex?”
“Uh-huh,” she smiled and scampered in to the saloon to sit at the table.
“Omigod, this looks delicious. Steer to the course on the GPS and keep your eyes peeled.”
“Aye, aye captain.”
She giggled.
Ten miles short of the island, with no major shipping in sight, Danielle slowed the boat almost to a stop to practise berthing manoeuvres.
“Okay,” she called to Roy who was reading the newspaper in the saloon. “My coffee please and then come and sit with me and tell me about yourself.”
He arrived with coffee and asked had the trial gone well.
“Yes she appears without vices.”
“Rather unusual for a female wouldn’t you say.”
“Oh you darling man,” she said, taking the coffee. “Start talking to me.”
Danielle reversed down the side of the island wharf checking the depth-finder and put the thrust into reverse and turned the rudder to take the propeller wash to quickly slow and stop the boat.
“This position will be good for two hours on this tide,” she said. “You have two hours to unload and load. Any longer and I’ll have to move forward about fifteen feet.”
“No problem,” Roy said. “They have all of the demolition timber bundled for lifting as I required. We’ll be out of her in 45 minutes. Go up and say hi to… Ah here is Marie ready to come aboard to see you. I’ll leave the engine ticking over.”
Fifty minutes later Danielle and Roy were waved off by Marie and some of the temporary residents who’d come down to watch the action. The aft deck of the Red Toiler was covered with five large bales of non-biodegradable refuse (refuse landfills were banned on the island) and an estimated three metric tons of non-recyclable materials left after the completion of the new and replacement accommodation units plus some demolition material.
Roy had the two pumps working to fill the ballast tanks with water during the stopover to avoid the boat becoming dangerously top heavy with all the deck cargo. It was necessary partly fill a huge tank built into the bow end of the boat to trim the level of the vessel in the water. The extra displacement meant Danielle decided to return to port at a full knot slower to conserve fuel consumption.
Back in Auckland a large truck and trailer was waiting to load and transfer all the deck cargo to a landfill out of the city.
“Well that was a very productive day,” Roy said. “We and the old girl earned our keep today.”
“True but today is not over for you. You’ll have to pump out the tanks of saltwater and flush them with the cleaning systems installed in each tank.”
“Right I’m on to that now.”
Danielle said, “Aren’t you going to moan about that?”
“No but are you off home or will you stay the night here?”
“What for sex?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay but take me out to dinner first, say Thai food.”
“Great.”
Danielle said, “I’ve had some great sex at sea in my time. If you perform well tonight I might keep you on.”
“Funny you should say that,” said Roy. “I thought if you moved your ass well I might take a real interest in you.”
“Oooh,” said Lexie’s daughter.
(((The End)))
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