This was poor offerings to save my ass from whatever diseases that multiplied on the plastic seat, but luckily, I wasn't so much concerned with trivia...lities now. The booze I'd guzzled a half hour before at the small dirty bar had gone right through me. I would've been using their head right now, had I not become belligerent and threatening to an obviously defenseless little mutt. The alcohol would not let me yield to my urge of commenting lewdly to him of a certain member's growing excitement. I looked up at her. She was very pretty. Not the kind of girl Steve would hit on but just the kind of girl I liked. Natural looking with less makeup, and cover-up, than the glamour-girls Steve adored. She had freckles, too, and I loved freckled girls. I must have looked flabbergasted. My first thought was: "It never happens to me", but strangely it just had."Yes, but I'm a horrible dancer," I managed to utter."It's okay. I'll lead," she said with a smile that made my knees weak.I was a hazard. She kept to herself. We went into a few stores and came out empty: too expensive, too large or too small or just too funky. “Let’s get back to basics and get our teeth into something real”, Melissa said as she pointed to a lingerie store.“Great”, I replied, “Would love something…sexy”.We toured the small store under the watchful eye of a lady who appeared to be the owner and seemed to know my aunt. They had nodded and smiled at each other as we entered. We stopped at the thong section.“ Do you. For these practice shots, we just used the logs we’d gotten delivered. Chop a point on one end and it worked fine.And we had plenty of time to go looking for the logs we’d launched. We got to know roughly where they would be, and how that changed with shooting high or low. Of course, if the shot was low enough in shallow water, we’d lose that log, stuck in the mud somewhere. We did that a couple of times.The duty section would bring us back to port and we’d unload the empty barrels and load any.