Bimbo in the Buff, June 1, 2011
[dcs_p]Michael and his bimbo arrived yesterday for a week of R&R. In case you’re wondering, this is the blond with the super-size implants and prescription pill habit that got him into trouble in Lake City. To play it safe, they flew into West Palm, so I don’t think I’ll have to call on any contacts in Tallahassee to get him sprung from a redneck jail, but you never can tell. After a night of “clubbing”, the bimbo was hanging her head over the toilet bowl this morning. I thought they’d be all set for a day of rest, but Michael calls me at the office and wants to know if I’m taking the Stella out later. “Maybe to Miami,” he suggests.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Not a bad idea. It’s 85 degrees and sunny in Delray Beach, and I don’t need too many excuses for a play day. Plus, I don’t see my youngest son that often, and it’d be nice to spend some time with him. I call up my crew and tell them to prepare the Stella for a two o’clock departure. But I’m late leaving the office, and by the time Victor and I get to the Boca Yacht Club the bimbo’s sunbathing topless on deck, and my deckhand, Linda, is making her pina-coladas. “Her third in an hour,” Linda reports.[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]I don’t mind drunk, topless women, and I’ve certainly had enough of them on board the Stella di Mare, but I say to Michael, “I hope you’re not serious with this girl.”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]He laughs. “Not a chance, dad. “I’m breaking up with her next week.”[/dcs_p]
[dcs_p]Yeah right. I’ve heard this before. I look at Victor, and he shrugs, “Let the kid have fun, Lou.”[/dcs_p]
