Originally Posted by
Captain Kong
Here is a beautiful young lady I met in B.A. All was not what it seemed.
Like when I was in Tahiti a few weeks ago and I was kissing a beautiful Tahitian wahini and she turns out to be Stan`s SON.
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From a `VOYAGE ON THE URMSTON GRANG`E story in Seafaring Stories thread.
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A couple of days later I was in the Texas bar and met a beautiful bar maid, Cleopatra. She only had eyes for me and really made a fuss of me. I danced a tango with her. Our bodies were entwined, I could smell the perfume in her hair, and the electricity between us was magic. She finished her shift at 12 midnight.
I thought I had cracked it, all night with a beautiful young lady. We walked hand in hand along the Avenida, across the Plaza towards the Pink Palace and then down the side street on the right side of the Palace, then up some steps into a building of apartmentos.
In her apartment she poured me a drink of Anis and put her record player on, we danced slowly and held each other in our arms and gently kissed as we swayed to the music. It was a very sad love song of a young Gaucho and his Senorita, they were sat on the Pampas singing to each other and when she hit the high notes the cattle stampeded and they were trampled to death under a thousand Bovine hooves.
She then invited me to her boudoir, I was in faster than Flynn. We divested ourselves of our clothes to the strains of a Tango. I was down to my boxers and socks when she slid her panties down, Shock Horror, she had a bigger wedding tackle than I had.
I was out of there quicker than I went in, down the steps, up the street out by the Pink Palace and across the Plaza. The Vigilantes Guarding the Palace were shouting, “Halta, mucho loco Inglezi Marinero” I carried on running, just in my boxers and socks. They gave chase but couldn’t catch me, they were weighed down with their uniforms and guns and sabres. I ran through La Boca, along the railway tracks to No. 4 Berth through the side of the sheds and up the gangway and down aft to the mess room.Where I collapsed on the bench. Gasping for breath.
“What`s the matter with you Lah?” said Charlie. I told them what had happened and I that I had left all my gear behind with my sub in my pockets at Cleopatras` apartmento. You would have been OK with `her` said Charlie, I was with `her` last trip. I guess there is no accounting for taste.
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Cheers
Brian
