June was getting a bit agitated at a suburban Maryland party – not enough action - so she lured me down to the waterside, me thinking she just wanted a romantic spot to get a bit jiggy with it. Not so…
She had her eyes firmly lusting after the speedboats roaring around the harbour. Sure enough, within minutes we had been dragged aboard by a gaggle of wasted seafaring loons (skipper pictured), and essentially TerryandJunenapped to god knows where, with said locals stumbling around trying to point out the sights on their beloved “creek”.
The missus loved it – I could barely understand them. We did eventually get dumped on dry land and stumbled around for a fair while trying to find the identikit picket fenced porch with yank flags from where we’d started.
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