Lucille was in front, flanked by two blonde girls. Behind were another black girl and a brunette. Lucille had an athletic figure, with large tits that...wobbled slightly as she walked. Dione knew she was easily as sexy as any of these girls."You're keen then?" said Lucille."You fucking bet I am," replied Dione. Let the interview begin!" OK," grinned Lucille. She beckoned to a storeroom across the hall. "In there," she barked. Dione was a little surprised, but just smiled and casually walked. I decided not to answer her and continued to drink. She finally gave up and I had another drink. It was sometime after midnight when I finally passed out. I slept, or rather, remained unconscious until the next morning.With a hangover that was one of the worst of my life, I went upstairs to the bedroom and took a cold shower. The water began to shock me awake and I felt my senses returning. I stood under the blast as long as I could and then dried off and changed. While the night had gone with. “You had better phone home,” said Ryker. “We are not going to be sailing today. Look at the harbour out there. Whitecaps, imagine what it is like further out. Weather forecast is for the wind to subside late today.”After I had phoned work and been told there was no problem with my taking another day or two off, Valerie came and sat beside me, “I’m going to go down to Sally’s mum's to see the kids soon. I’ll take Ryker with me to borrow her car, he wants to take Nick and Sally’s boy. "I like me and I don't trust you" is my philosophy! Some people call me a skank whore, some call me gutter trash... whatever. You can call me whatever you like so long as the green keeps coming in - believe me, I've been called every name in the book!I grew up not far from here in East Brunswick, New Jersey. I had a fairly decent life growing up I guess, all things considered. Dad worked as a truck driver so he was gone a lot, but when he was home we were pretty happy. Mom worked as a waitress.