In this chapter, Sonia admits she's falling in love with Rooster, and Rooster proposes to her, finally admitting he's known her since high school. Rooster also upends a criminal attempt to drug them while boating. This chapter contains oral sex, anal sex, sex toys, and interracial sex. This is a copyrighted work. Do not alter, edit, change, modify or change this work without the author's express permission. Β© Copyright 2024.
I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 6
A Proposal
"Hey, Tommy, would you like to see how I bring to the boat in to the dock in Grand Marais?"
We were about a mile out of the harbor, and I was ready to take the wheel and bring her in. The boat had stopped on it's own when we reached the destination point I'd put in it.
"Sure, Rooster."
"Come sit with me so I can show you some other controls. Sonia, could you move over for your son?"
"Absolutely," she said.
She slid over to a side seat on the bridge after giving me a kiss.
"Because this boat is on the larger size as boats go, it's equipped with what are called bow thrusters. Remember when I talked about really big boats, and momentum, and how much space they need to do a 180 turn?"
"Yeah."
"I said this boat could do a turn in around twenty feet, but that's still a lot when you're maneuvering around other boats. I don't want to do damage to my boat and two or three others trying to get her parked. That would cost a lot of money. So, we have a bow thruster, which is like a little motor on the front of the boat, and the motor on the back, so it can move sideways, like a crab. You start the bow thrusters by pushing this button here, by my right hand, and it turns it on. Now using this little joystick, I can go forward, backwards and sideways, to get into my parking spot. Imagine how easy it would be to parallel park if you could pull up next to an empty spot, and just nudge in sideways to claim it. And get out the same way. Easy, peasy, right?"
I showed him how the boat could move sideways to either side, forward and back, just by using the little joystick.
"Now, it can't go very fast when we use this, maybe less than a mile an hour, but remember, momentum also depends on the mass or weight of an object, so even slow speeds build up enough momentum that this heavy boat could crush a dock. So, we're going to go forward at around ten knots until I enter the breakwater, then back off the throttle to slow way down, to let the water take away my momentum. I'll approach the marina at around a knot, then slow down more using forward and reverse until I'm barely moving. That's when I use the joystick to maneuver close to other boats."
"Okay."
We entered the breakwater around Grand Marais and I slowed down, bringing the boat close to the marina where I'd already gotten a berthing permit. By the time we reached the other boats lined up, I had negligible speed and momentum, and I turned on the bow thrusters. As we got close to our berth, I told Benson to throw the forward line to the employee waiting for me to pull in. He'd already put out some rubber bumpers.
Benson tossed the forward line, and I jockeyed forward and back to keep my speed to a minimum. I barely kissed the rubber bumper beside me. The marina employee tied me off forward and Sonia threw him the aft line, and we got tied in.
"Not bad, huh, Tommasino."
"Pretty good, Rooster. Smooth as silk."
"What says everyone to having someone else cook our meal this afternoon, then we stroll around Grand Marais for a bit, check out a couple of the tourist shops, then we'll sleep on the boat tonight, and go home tomorrow."
"Where?" Sonia asked.
"I'm thinking the Angry Trout Cafe, which is close, and has a variety of food, although mostly fish."
"Sounds good to me, sir," Benson said.
"What kind of food?" Tommy asked.
"Sandwiches, fish and chips, burgers, different kinds of baked or grilled fish, chicken, shrimp, even bison?"
"What's bison?"
"The American Buffalo, more properly known as bison, think American plains, Indians, Buffalo Bill Cody, the big, hunchbacked beast that covered the plains for thousands of years."
"I can have buffalo meat?"
"If you want it. It's a kind of a steak."
"How much is it?" Sonia asked.
"It's a steak, at steak prices."
"Would he be able to eat it all?"
"Probably not, but he can take leftovers home."
"What if he doesn't like it?"
"I'm sure it will get eaten. We both liked the bison tartare we had at Spoon and Stable."
We went to The Angry Trout and had lunch. Benson and I both had the fish of the day, which today was walleye, grilled, with the wild rice which had shiitake mushrooms, peas, dried cranberries, and roasted hazelnuts in it. Sonia had the maple BBQ grilled chicken sandwich, and Tommy got the expected bison tenderloin with waffle fries.
Benson and I also shared a half carafe of the Ananto white wine blend, while Sonia had a wine spritzer and Tommy had a draught root beer. Sonia had a bite of Tommy's steak which was far too large for him. I shared bites of my food with Sonia, and she really liked the wild rice, which Benson filed away for future culinary endeavors.
"So Tommy, what do you think of your bison?"
"It's not much different than beef," he said, "except it's a little tougher and the flavor is not quite the same."
"It's grass fed, as opposed to grain fed, and hasn't been bred as food, so it probably has a wilder taste, not quite so domesticated."
"Wilder. That's a good description of it."
"You had a little taste of camping. One night in a tent. What did you think of it? Would you want to do more of it?"
"Yeah, I liked it. It was fun."
"I was thinking that in three days, we go to the boundary waters and take a canoe and find us our own little island and camp out for four straight nights. Would you like that?"
"I think that would be great."
"Consider this. Unless we can catch some fish, it will probably be more freeze dried food for several days, no hot showers, no toilet but one we dig in the ground, paddling a canoe. It won't be like going to a motel. This is roughing it. Also, Benson won't be coming with us, so sleeping arrangements would be different. Four nights, not an overnighter. Paddling to get there, not comfortably sitting on a big motorboat. It will be a little harder than this trip."