Chapter 12 - Trent
My slip fees were paid through the end of the month, so I had a week to get the boat ready for the big trip. I used most of my time stocking, cleaning, and checking all the gear. When I wasn’t working or shopping, I hung out at the marina pool with the friends and neighbors I’d be missing. Somehow, Janine got word of my impending departure. She made an appearance at the pool one day. I had closed my eyes and slipped into a dream of blue Carribbean waters and a certain red head in a tiny bikini, when someone wiggled the big toe on my right foot.
“Hey, big boy.” Janine stood over me with a daquiri in her hand and a big smile on her face. She wore a tight t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination and a bikini bottom that was barely there. In the past, she had intrigued and excited me. Now that I knew the personality behind that perfect body, the thought of spending time around her nauseated me.
“Who let you in?” I asked as I sat up, blinking in the sun.
She pouted with ruby red lips. “Don’t be mean. Bill knows me.”
“So, you batted your eyelashes, and he gave you free reign of the place? I need to have a talk with that man.” I started to get up, but she bent down and put her hand on my chest.
“Wait a minute, now,” she said. “I heard you are leaving town. It hurts to know you didn’t even call to tell me good-bye.”
“Look, J. I told you good-bye already. You don’t seem to get the message that I’m not interested in continuing a friendship with you.”
“Friendship?” Her hand flew to her chest, which was heaving with feigned alarm. I knew all her tricks by now. “I thought we had something special.”
“So did I. But you proved me wrong.” I stood and faced off with her. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am trying to relax. If you don’t want to get thrown out of this place publicly, yo...