Tiffany Fucks Me

Chapter 60:

TIFFANY

60. I had landed at a derelict marina, “the cornucopia of delights”, to stow my boat while I was away in Atlanta for a pop-up reunion. The marina was old, shabby, and run down, but it had all I needed. Power hookup, water, and cleats to tie to. The owners were birthright Florida Crackers, they defined the word Redneck, and they lived to a different moral code.

I spent the evening getting my Love Boat all hooked up. Dragged out my power cords and corrected my mooring lines. These morons had no clue how to tie a simple cleat hitch. At every cleat I saw that their work was of the “if you can’t tie a knot, tie a lot” variety. I fixed them all making certain that my Love Boat was secure.

Once my work was done, I emptied the last of my scotch into a glass filled with ice. As I had nothing more to do right then, I decided to go out for a bite to eat and find a liquor store. I wandered up by the office. It was just a storey and a half bungalow with a small room added to one side, the “office.” On the other side of the house was a nice large patio shaded under a huge sprawling oak tree. I heard voices coming from the patio, so I headed there.

I found Samantha, Percy, and a trashy looking bimbo in her mid-30s, all sitting around a large, circular wooden table. The table was a huge wooden spool that once held power cable. The power companies toss them when they’re empty. On the table were a half empty unlabeled bottle of clear liquid and a few overfull ashtrays.

As I stepped around the corner onto the patio, Percy looked up. I announced myself. “Excuse me, don’t mean to barge in on you. But I need to know where’s the nearest food and liquor store within walking distance.”

Samantha had her back to me and hadn’t seen me approach. She barked out. “Jesus, you scared me, dipshit. Don’t sneak up on me like that.