Ch. 68: Wanda Squirts

Chapter 68: Wanda Squirts

After my trip to my sister’s farm for the funeral, I was finally back home on my boat. It felt good, comfortable to be back aboard. I arrived in the late afternoon. With no fresh food aboard, I visited the on-site restaurant for a bite to eat.

The dinner crowd had not yet assembled so the restaurant was only partly full. I took a seat at the bar. I saw Kevin, the owner of the mega-yacht, at the far end of the bar. He was engrossed in an intimate conversation with Liz, the red-haired nympho, their heads close together. Candy was also there, bustling around serving tables.

Eventually Liz came to take my order. “Hey, Sailor! Long time, no see. Where’ve you been?” “I had to fly out unexpectedly. A family funeral.” “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. What can I get for you?”

When Liz brought my food, she gave me a thumbnail sketch of the goings on during my absence. It sounded as if Liz and Kevin were now an item, spending all their free time together. Lucky guy. There had been another ‘gangbang gathering’ on Kevin’s huge yacht and Candy thought that I had left for good.

As I was finishing my meal, Candy came by. “Whoa, Sailor! What are you doing here? I haven’t seen you in days. I thought you left us.” “Just had to fly out of town for a family funeral. How have you been?” “Oh, I’ve been okay. I was sad when I didn’t see you and you didn’t call or text. I thought you had just left without saying good-bye.”

“Well, Candy, I’ll be leaving for good in a day or two. Too many other places to see, people to meet. Maybe we can say our good-byes later tonight.” “That would be nice but I don’t get off until 8 tonight. Can we meet after that? Oh, and do you mind if I bring a friend?” I understood it as a rhetorical question; I just winked.

I took the afternoon to taxi into town. I hit the grocery store and the liquor store. Then spent time stowing everything. At sundown, I enjoyed dusk in the cockpit. As I ate and drank, I watched the other boaters walk past my slip. I took note of the ‘lookers.’

After 8:30, I spied Candy walking down the dock, arm-in-arm with a guy on one arm and an older, mom type, on the other. I greeted them and ushered them aboard. “Come aboard!”

Candy made introductions. “This if Travis, my closest FWB, and this is Wanda, my aunt.” “Hi, everybody.