Chapter 80:

ANAL TRAINING

I live aboard my boat full time and was docked at a marina on the St. John river in Florida.  Looking at my captain’s log, I realized that it was time for some new bottom paint.  I also wanted to have a leaky seacock replaced, and a few other maintenance items looked at.  I made arrangements with a nearby repair yard for the work.  I had her pulled out of the water and put “on the hard,” as we boaters say.  With my floating sex palace in the shop, I needed somewhere to sleep.  I rented a small flat with a basic “kitchenette” near the repair yard.  The yard was in a rundown, industrial area of town and there was a dilapidated old motel nearby.  The motel hadn’t had any maintenance or sprucing up in decades.  But it was nearby, it was very affordable, and it was only for a short-term.  I could put up with the substandard conditions for a couple of weeks.

The unit I was in was shabby and the first thing I did was go to Walmart and buy some new bedding and some cleaning supplies.  No telling how many whores had been plundered on that bed.  I spent the first two days scrubbing and cleaning every square inch of the unit until I was satisfied that I wasn’t going to catch any horrible diseases from touching things.

I also spent my breaks sitting in the lawn chair outside the door, smoking and watching the lowlifes who lived in the adjacent units come and go.  It was a motley crew of scum I had as neighbors, some with beat up junker cars, a couple with bicycles and some who walked everywhere.  Some were wizened up old men with bronze, creased lizard skin faces, their retirement packages insufficient to cover both rent and the never ending booze and cigarettes they consumed.  Others were middle aged, military haircuts, appearing to be recent prison releases, looking for work.  The only residents of any interest were two doors down: a forty-something man and his adorable daughter.  She appeared to be about high school age, maybe first year of college.  They seemed like the cream of the crop of all the residents in our little corner of the jungle.

One evening I was sitting outside taking in the evening breeze when the man came home from work.  His daughter heard the car door slam and rushed out to greet him.  Throwing her arms around his neck she said “Oh, Daddy, I’m so glad you’re home!  I had just a horrible day.  I got turned down for three jobs I applied for.  I just don’t know what I’m going to do.  I simply can’t waste away in this crummy place any longer.”

Hugging his daughter he replied “Something will turn up, Haley, I just know it will.  We have to keep up hope.  I’m certain that things will turn around soon.”

“I hope so, Daddy.  I’m getting awfully bored just hanging out here all day and getting turned down for every job I apply for.  When do you get paid again, Daddy?  We’re running low on food.”

“Not until Friday, honey.  Maybe I’ll stop at the food bank tomorrow.  I hate to take handouts but we’re near the bottom.  Come Sunday, I’m gonna visit that church down the road and say a mighty prayer.”

When they turned to go back inside their unit, they both looked in my direction.  I smiled and waved; the man nodded to acknowledge my presence and they disappeared inside.  My heart went out to them.  I had no idea how they had gotten themselves into this situation, but their display had touched me.  I wanted to do something to help if I could.

The next night, the same situation repeated.  This time, however, I intervened.  “Excuse me, neighbor.  I’m Sailor and I couldn’t help but overhear your talking.  Can I offer you a beer?  Maybe we can talk a bit, and I can offer some guidance.  I mean, look at me.  I’ve been around the block a few times.  I may be able to offer some suggestions.”

Surprisingly, they accepted my offer.  “I’m Jake and this is my daughter Haley.  I drive a forklift over at the big box warehouse down the street and Haley just graduated from high school.  She’s having a tough time finding a job, especially with no transportation.”

They seemed like decent, honest folk and Haley was cheerleader good looking.  They pulled over their lawn chairs, and I picked a few beers from the fridge.  I grabbed a bag of chips which they instantly devoured.  We talked for a while, and I shared some ideas for Haley to find work.  I gave Jake a few pointers on how to find and get additional governmental assistance to help keep them afloat until things turned up for them.  We had a nice evening, talking and drinking beer until they finally retired to their own room.

As I drifted off to sleep, I had visions of Haley in my head.  Very pretty face, just right boobs, slender waist and silky thighs.  She was adorable but her self-esteem was non-existent.  She had told stories about being bullied in high school, and her inability to find a job was weighing heavily on her.  She said she felt alone and ostracized.

The next day I visited my boat to assess the progress.  The yard manager gave me an update, and all seemed to be progressing according to plan.  As I left the repair yard, I instructed the Uber driver to take me to the local grocery store.  I filled several bags with food and supplies, returning to the seedy motel which I now called home.  I knocked at my neighbor’s door and Haley pulled back the curtain to see who was there.  Seeing me she cracked the door open an inch or so.

“I brought this for you guys, Haley.  I hope you can use it.”  I looked down at the bags of groceries at my feet.  Her eyes popped open wide.  Without saying a word, she opened the door.  I handed her bag after bag which she happily took.

When the exchange was over, she looked at me, her eyes welling up with tears.  “Oh, Mr.