Salt, brackish or fresh ... it’s water. AND ... if you can’t see land in any direction ... it’s an ocean ... even if it’s a lake. It gets old ...... and new.We ... the three of us ... left Ludington on the tide ... not that there’s much of a tide ... there’s not ... but old habits die hard. We left with the tide.Bea said, “Not Beatrice ... Bea ... and NOT B-e-e ... Mom was a little religious ... Beatitude Simmons.”I had a thought... “Thinking like that could find you overboard.”“Yes, ma’am ... not. Everything was going great until the fateful day. I was in my room when I heard the doorbell. I started to go and answer since I thought my dad was not home but as I got to the top of the stairs I could hear my dad opening the door.“Hi Tasha! Come on in!” Dad said in his usual cheerful way“We need to talk, Doug!” Tasha said“It sounds like there is a problem! What’s wrong?” Dad asked with real concern in his voice“We have a really BIG problem!” Tasha said with real concern in her voiceI heard. You had a beautiful morning wood going, and…umm….it kind of blew me away…..I just really wanted to get my hands on it.”Dale laughed and said, “Well…you got your hands on it alright. That felt fantastic.” With a shit-eating grin he added, “You can get your hands on my cock any time you want, mom.”I smiled back at him, sort of reveling in his appreciation, then got up, grabbed a wash cloth from his bathroom, and returned to my spot on his bed, cleaning the cum from his shaft, my hand, and his. C. was not the place to get rich.After moving from table to table for only five minutes, I felt a tap on my shoulder. A well dressed man asked me if I would be so kind as to follow him into his office. Oh shit, I thought, I've barely hit town and already I'm being thrown out. Well, I thought, there are plenty of other places in town to peddle my ass. Still, I followed him quietly. When he closed his office door, he asked me my name, referring to me as young lady, " ... and where are you from?".