with Mac later, I put on a pink tank top and my gray swim shorts. I put my hair up in a clip, pulled on my only pair of sneakers left, and headed to the office. The morning was a little busy, but not too bad. I decided to sneak over to the Snack Shack for an early lunch.
I was glad no one was in the Shack when I got there because I wanted to ask Mo how her date went on Sunday night.
Mo turned and saw me when I walked in. She said, “Hey, girl. What can I getcha?”
“Any lunch specials today?”
“Yep. I have a roast beef wrap with lettuce, tomato, red onion, and horseradish sauce.”
“You’re making my stomach growl. I’ll have that and an iced tea.”
“Comin’ right up.”
“Hey, Mo, how was your date Sunday night?”
She leaned on the counter and said, “Between you and me, it was a disaster. The only thing good about it was the food. That steakhouse at Foxwoods was great, one of the best meals I’ve ever had.”
“What happened?”
“Well, I knew right away when I saw that car salesman, he wasn’t goin’ to start my motor runnin’ anytime soon. First of all, he was really short. I coulda’ put my cocktail on his head. But I thought, don’t judge a book by the cover, so I decided to stick out the dinner. We chatted okay durin’ the meal, but I could tell he was a big bullshitter. One lie after another. You know how I could tell he was lyin’? His mouth was movin’. He must have thought I fell off a turnip truck or somethin’. I didn’t try to argue with him because I knew I was never gonna see him again, so why put forth the energy. The worst part of the night, though, was when we finished eatin’. He slid right next to me in the booth and turned into an octopus. Then he suggested we get a room. The clincher was when he started talkin’ about how he wanted to give me all his man juice.”
“Oh my God. That’s disgusting.”
She nodded her head. “You’re tellin’ me. I was off like a dirty shirt. I was bookin’ through the casino to the valet parkin’ area so fast that my high-heel mules were shootin’ off sparks. I didn’t even say goodnight.”
Mo shook her head in wonder. “My perv radar must be malfunctionin’. I’ve been chattin’ with him for about a month on the ’Net. I guess you never know.”
I sympathized, “That’s too bad. Are you going to keep dating online?”
“I’m not givin’ up yet. I know a few gals who have met really nice people online. Besides, it’s entertainin’.”
“You’re a brave woman, Mo.”
By the time she served me my wrap, the Shack was starting to fill up with the lunchtime crowd.
After I finished every bite, I returned to the office. I wanted to finish up a little paperwork before I went clamming with Mac. Afternoons always seem a little calmer at the marina. I felt comfortable leaving Journey by herself since she was quite capable of handling things. I went to tell her I was leaving.
Journey was in another original outfit. Today she had on a tight black T-shirt and a green-and-blue plaid, short, kilt-type mini-skirt. She had pink knee socks on with black high-top sneakers.
“Hey, Journey, I’m taking a few hours off to go clamming with Mac.”
“No problem, Meggie. I’ve got things covered here.”
“I’ll be back before you leave,” I said, and walked out the back door toward C dock.
Mac was already sitting in his boat waiting for me, and I climbed aboard the My Marie . It was a beautiful sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. The water was flat calm. We headed out of the marina and crossed the deepwater channel to the tidal flat. Beyond the tidal flat sat a salt marsh, then a barrier beach, and then the Atlantic Ocean. Lucky for us, we hit the tide just right. During low tide on the flat, you can get out of the boat, and the water will only be up to your knees, perfect for clamming.
“Well, young lady, would you like a rake or are you going to do it the old-fashioned way?”
Excited, I said, “The
I was glad no one was in the Shack when I got there because I wanted to ask Mo how her date went on Sunday night.
Mo turned and saw me when I walked in. She said, “Hey, girl. What can I getcha?”
“Any lunch specials today?”
“Yep. I have a roast beef wrap with lettuce, tomato, red onion, and horseradish sauce.”
“You’re making my stomach growl. I’ll have that and an iced tea.”
“Comin’ right up.”
“Hey, Mo, how was your date Sunday night?”
She leaned on the counter and said, “Between you and me, it was a disaster. The only thing good about it was the food. That steakhouse at Foxwoods was great, one of the best meals I’ve ever had.”
“What happened?”
“Well, I knew right away when I saw that car salesman, he wasn’t goin’ to start my motor runnin’ anytime soon. First of all, he was really short. I coulda’ put my cocktail on his head. But I thought, don’t judge a book by the cover, so I decided to stick out the dinner. We chatted okay durin’ the meal, but I could tell he was a big bullshitter. One lie after another. You know how I could tell he was lyin’? His mouth was movin’. He must have thought I fell off a turnip truck or somethin’. I didn’t try to argue with him because I knew I was never gonna see him again, so why put forth the energy. The worst part of the night, though, was when we finished eatin’. He slid right next to me in the booth and turned into an octopus. Then he suggested we get a room. The clincher was when he started talkin’ about how he wanted to give me all his man juice.”
“Oh my God. That’s disgusting.”
She nodded her head. “You’re tellin’ me. I was off like a dirty shirt. I was bookin’ through the casino to the valet parkin’ area so fast that my high-heel mules were shootin’ off sparks. I didn’t even say goodnight.”
Mo shook her head in wonder. “My perv radar must be malfunctionin’. I’ve been chattin’ with him for about a month on the ’Net. I guess you never know.”
I sympathized, “That’s too bad. Are you going to keep dating online?”
“I’m not givin’ up yet. I know a few gals who have met really nice people online. Besides, it’s entertainin’.”
“You’re a brave woman, Mo.”
By the time she served me my wrap, the Shack was starting to fill up with the lunchtime crowd.
After I finished every bite, I returned to the office. I wanted to finish up a little paperwork before I went clamming with Mac. Afternoons always seem a little calmer at the marina. I felt comfortable leaving Journey by herself since she was quite capable of handling things. I went to tell her I was leaving.
Journey was in another original outfit. Today she had on a tight black T-shirt and a green-and-blue plaid, short, kilt-type mini-skirt. She had pink knee socks on with black high-top sneakers.
“Hey, Journey, I’m taking a few hours off to go clamming with Mac.”
“No problem, Meggie. I’ve got things covered here.”
“I’ll be back before you leave,” I said, and walked out the back door toward C dock.
Mac was already sitting in his boat waiting for me, and I climbed aboard the My Marie . It was a beautiful sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. The water was flat calm. We headed out of the marina and crossed the deepwater channel to the tidal flat. Beyond the tidal flat sat a salt marsh, then a barrier beach, and then the Atlantic Ocean. Lucky for us, we hit the tide just right. During low tide on the flat, you can get out of the boat, and the water will only be up to your knees, perfect for clamming.
“Well, young lady, would you like a rake or are you going to do it the old-fashioned way?”
Excited, I said, “The
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