Senior Reunion Part IV (standard:humor, 4742 words) [4/5] show all parts
Author: Hugh	Added: Oct 02 2004	Views/Reads: 2529/1848	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
More escapades of the senior citizens on their reunion.

Chapter 7. 

Elizabeth nailed my leg back on under the table. I was hoping for a
little more than my leg getting hammered. Don't there you go, we can't 
be lucky all the time? 

Oli asked Stan to dance and she wobbled onto the floor leading the way
for him. I felt the ferry shake. Poor Stanley looked back at us and 
lifted his shoulders with a shrug, that is the usual indication men 
give to other men, with the look, well what can I do, she will give me 
hell if I refuse. And with the usual sign men give back, I stuck my 
index finger in the air as a sign, sooner you than me. He battled to 
get his arms around her only managing to get across her belly with both 
arms straight out. Her breasts squashed into his face, as he was 
smaller than her. This is what we men call, the true love of doughnuts, 
but keep your head outside, and abreast of things or you will 
suffocate. 

I said to Liz, he will die soon if he doesn't come up for air. Stanley
occasionally managed to turn his head outward, and grab another 
desperately needed mouth of life saving oxygen. You know Liz I said, 
men get a lot of stick from women, but I have to admire the courage of 
those like Stanley that take on a doughnut for a wife. Liz not 
understanding my warped mind, said in that dizzy blonde way that men 
love from dizzy blondes, did he marry a doughnut? I kissed her leg. So 
sweet I thought. One dance was all Stanley could manage and Oli walked 
back to the table. Stanley staggered back on his knees behind her. He 
is a great dancer Oli said. Yes we noticed said Liz and I in tandem. 

The women not on a diet which was most of them, grabbed the beef-burgers
and moved into the middle of the dance floor, if nothing else the sale 
of beef-burgers were a ships record of sales, on any voyage since the 
days of the Cutty Sark, and Black Beard the Pirate. 

I asked Liz if I could pop down and see if Victor needed a new barrel
connected, she said yes micky that is a good idea. I left her enjoying 
the music of the Kenneth Moore Seniority Senile band. 

I was now getting on well with the jailer and we chatted a while and
then I gave him a line of Cocaine to fill up the hole in his nose. I 
passed the cell where the captain had been placed for the theft of the 
boss's laptop. The door was open and the cell was empty. I then we on 
to Victors cell, and he was looking out the porthole singing shanty 
songs and sucking on his tube like an Arab sucks his tobacco pipe in a 
bar in Casablanca. How are things Victor I asked, Hello Micky he 
replied, I am having a good time thanks, and the peace in here is 
divine, adding, tell my friends not to write. That's good to hear I 
said with happiness that I meant. Do you need a refill I went on, not 
yet micky he replied I am trying to cut down a little in case I get 
addicted. That's very wise I told him, you don't want to be another 
georgie best looking for a kidney and a liver. Bloody hell Mick he 
said, that reminds me, I would love a steak and kidney pudding, I 
haven't eaten since I got on this bloody ferry. Ok Vic I will bring you 
something later but I don't know what's left on the buffet as the 
ladies are all in tonight. Oh hell he replied, that means they have 
scoffed the lot. Victor I will see what I can do, OK. So don't worry. 
We parted with that last promise from me. 

The jailer had now recovered from his exotic dreams of bliss that he
could not remember as he was out of his mind at the time, and his nose 
hole had been repaired. What happened to the Captain I asked him, O 
him, he replied. Well he was stinking the place out and when it got too 
much to stand we put him in leg irons and chained him to the front of 
the ferry hoping the wind would blow the pong away. He is still up 
there, and that's where he is staying till the morning. Wise move said 
I. 

Teddy was by the door as I returned to the dance he had a placard posted
on the door asking for a new informer and boot licker, come foot 
cleaner and boss groupie. The pay was immunity from prosecution and 
banns on the forum. Have you got your new staff member Ted I asked with 
concern? Not yet Hugh what ever your number is, he relied. Teddy I am 
not Hugh, I am AXA 2, I politely informed him. Oh yes I remember now, 
Sorry AXA 2 he replied. I have Hugh on my brain. Yes haven't we all I 
sympathised with him, life's a bitch. Teddy having a sense of humour in 


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