It had all been wasted. A year off the job and ten fucking months of therapy were about to go down the fucking drain. I stood up and looked down at hi..., my six foot four inch, two hundred forty pound frame dwarfing him. "I have a degree asshole," I said. "It's in criminal justice. Until a year ago I was a detective on the police force. I made a mistake, I..."I turned away from him. I think we were both relieved. He, that I hadn't beat the shit out of him, and me because I had managed to regain. After a few more minutes the captain announced that we would be putting in in Bunbury, where we could stretch our legs and have lunch. When we moored, I asked the mate whether he had any suggestions. He said, "Vat2, right at Jetty Road. But it's a bit pricey."I thanked him and we walked down the jetty. The restaurant was nearly empty and we had a really nice lunch. Back at the boat, we just plopped into the chairs. Sea air and full stomachs. We just vegetated as we rode back to Perth. I tipped. . i had only seen photos of Larisa & she was a super hot gyipsy teen from Bulgaria, dark brown skin, black eyes, & drop dead Gorgeous...........they stood there with their heads down, dripping water all over the floor. i grabbed a handful of Amy's hair & pulled her face up to look at me, so what have you two fucking whores been up too ! ? Amy started to mumble that they had been clubbing & had let some boys finger their pussy's........... you what ! i shouted ! what have i told you about. I tried over the years to forget it but I had no luck. I couldn't get Carmine's eyes out of my head! That look of pain and betrayal! God! Why couldn't I forget it? After what it cost me, why was it still haunting me?I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I was almost unaware of where I was until I pulled into my driveway. The first thing I noticed was the red pickup truck sitting there. Carmine's? It had to be. Carmine with a pickup truck. Funny thing was that I could almost remember a time.