An afternoon on Daddy’s boat

Daddy loves his boat. Sometimes we thought he loved it more than Mommy and me. It is a 34 foot Chris Craft. He bought it new about three years ago and keeps it in a slip in Mission Bay. He named it ‘Hubby’s Hideaway’. He tells everyone about it. He tells them that it is a twin screw and that always makes me giggle. It is an real nice boat. It has a v-shaped bed up in the bow – that’s the pointy end. Then there is another cabin in the middle with two single bunks above each other. Finally there is another room under the back deck with a queen size bed. It has a kitchen – Dad calls it a galley and a bathroom with a shower. We all enjoy going out on it. Sometimes we go over night.

One Saturday Dad said he was going out on the boat for a little while. He asked if anyone wanted to go. Mom said that she had a hair appointment so she couldn’t go. My friend Judy was over so I looked at her then told Dad that we would like to go. We changed into our bathing suits. Mine was a two pink piece and Judy’s was a bright yellow one. When we got to the boat, Dad warmed up the engines and then told me to untie the lines. That was always my job on the boat. We eased out of the slip. Dad put one engine in forward and the other in reverse and the boat turned in its own length. We slowly exited the marina and then picked up a little speed, went out between the jetties and headed out off Point Loma. Dad wanted to catch some calico bass for supper the next night.

It was a super pretty day, sunny and in the mid 70’s. The wind was calm and there were hardly any waves. We had been out for a little over an hour and dad had caught four fish. Judy and I just goofed around, enjoying being out on the ocean. Dad said that he was going to move down near the Hotel Del Coronado where he wanted to try to catch a halibut. He fired up the engines and headed south, being careful to watch for other boats as we crossed the way in and out of San Diego Harbor. You always want to especially watch for the big navy ships.

Judy and I were on the back deck. She leaned over and whispered to me. I guess whispered is the wrong word, as you had to talk kinda loud to be heard over the noise of the engines. I nodded my head yes. We went up to Daddy and I asked, “Daddy, can we go topless?” He turned to say no, but we already were getting out of them. Daddy looked at us and smiled. “I guess it’s too late to say no.” “Thank you Daddy.” He tried not to look at us but we ran around the boat with our boobies bouncing. We made sure we got to where he couldn’t help but see us.