Dierdra And The Magic Of Sex
53. Dierdra And The Magic Of Sex Hung on a mooring ball in a large harbor that didn’t allow wet storage had its advantages. Every one of the 200 or so boats in the harbor had someone living on it. And every boat had a dinghy or kayak to get to and from shore. I went ashore and took a taxi to the grocery store, stopping along the way at the liquor store. Back at the marina I used a dock cart to shuttle my bags to my dinghy. Once empty, I returned the cart to the dock head. As I settled down in my dink, I noticed a tight, young body bent over the outboard motor on her dinghy. She furtively yanked on the starter rope several times. It wouldn’t start. “Need a hand?” …