Thread: A Father's Anger (FreeUse & Whisper Twice)

When avoiding the losers in life, the most obvious red flag is a man without a car. I was willing to make an exception for David seeing as that he used a limo service to get around. The walk along the dock was magical. I felt so little wrapped around his powerful arm as we strolled. The overhead lights danced on the water and for a moment I felt I was Cinderella... I always wanted to be Cinderella, but that was impossible dream when every store within a hundred miles knew my exact shoe size. We passed by many impressive vessels tied up along the docks. Each one I thought must be his until I began to be almost sure that he might not have a yacht here at all. The final one was just too big... so impressive that I imagined workers scrambling at the gates of the Panama Canal waving flags and crying out No, senior! Is to big to fit! Ayyeee you will break the Canal! There she is, Rebecca, he stated flatly. I know I bought a ship smaller than I wanted... but I needed to under-compensate for an extremely large cock. If he thinks that is under-compensating, then I fear for my own canal! I never caught the name of the boat as I was too distracted by all the men scrambling, throwing lines, and crying out to make ready for el Jefe. It was something with a K.. Ke? Ki-something? Who cares there was an f'ing helicopter pad at the back! No helicopter though... at least I know what to get him for Christmas. We walked up the plank and entered a very glamourous room, it was almost like a hotel reception room in grandeur and size. After a moment a servant... My father said it is rude to say servant about the help, but I can't think of a better word for the way each employee leapt to obey his orders. So the servant comes forward with a glass of champagne. I can't hear wait David is saying to the man, but I can hear the servant emphatically repeating Si, Si.. to every question David is trying to get assured. Finally, my beau approaches me with the glass while motioning me to one of the couches. Yes, the room had more than one couch! I sipped at the delicious champagne while he excused himself to the bridge. The bridge? OMG. I waited and waited... Okay it was his turn to have made a social faux pas. You don't keep a woman waiting this long and with her drink long since emptied. Standing up made me feel a bit wobbly. Is this what they call sea legs? Doors, doors, so many doors.. I pawed at one hoping it would lead to a bridge. It opened easily under my smacking palm and I spun a little passing through it. A horn blared out from somewhere. Twice more it blew and I thought that it will be the only thing getting blown tonight if he doesn't come get me. The hallway began to shake and my hands shot out against the walls to keep me from falling. Engines were roaring to life from somewhere below and I became even more disoriented. There was a surge, a pause and then another surge as the engines continued to catch. If you can't find 'em, grind 'em! I blurted out in a spew of giggles as I leaned into a wall . Rebecca, ladies do not laugh at their own.. crude sillies, I continued to yell, and ladies don't talk out loud to themselves in bigly boats... I fell. My goddess-sculpted ass taking the brunt of the fall as I plopped down onto the floor below me. If you can't find me, you can't grind me! I laughed, snorted and then laughed in high a sieze - fighting to catch my breath while still choking out a stacato of giggles. Legs? one.. two.. nine.. people above me? Blackness.