"Motor vessel, Shrimp Dog; Motor vessel, Shrimp Dog; this is the marine operator with radio traffic from;
Caller state your name please and say over, at the end of your transmission, over."
"Stacey, over."
"Motor Vessel Shrimp Dog do you copy, over?"
"Ten four, operator; I copy loud and clear," answered Captain Billy.
"Hay Baby what's up everything all right, over?"
"No every thing's not all right; you've been fishing for nine days and tomorrow's Valentines Day. Stacey complained! Are you coming in or what? over."
I've got enough ice and groceries' for two or maybe three more days, over."
"There's going to be some heavy fucking going on tomorrow night if you want in on it you had better get your ass home, over!"
"This is the marine Operator; control your language this is a public air way over."
"Ok baby I'll pull the try net if there's not at least a box of shrimp I'll drag towards home and be in about three A.M., over."
"Come home Billy I've had nothing to do but play with dildos and watch TV for weeks I'm so horny I could fuck your whole boat crew" Stacey cried.
"This is the Marine Operator ending your radio traffic do to vulgar language. How Copy over."
"Ten four Operator; sorry about that; the wife's not happy please forgive her, over."
"This is the Marine operator have a nice day, over and out!"
The crew Captain Billy's wife was referring to; included Captain Billy the owner operator of the shrimp boat; Shrimp Dog, first mate; Greg Le Day and deck hand /cook; Kip Terrebonne.
"Kip go wake up that lazy first mate and tell him to get his ass up .I need to see him!"
Look alive deck hand. What do you think this is a fucking pleasure cruise? Move your ass!"
Captain Billy was in a rare mood. The Shrimp Dog was holding approximately thirty five hundred pounds of shrimp and another two to three days could easily produce another thousand pounds or so.
"What's up Capt" Greg asked standing in the wheel house companion way?
"Now were the fuck is Kip?"
"In the galley making coffee."
"Take the wheel, pull her back to a quarter throttle and bring her around slow to North northwest".
"Kip; get your ass on the back deck were picking up and going home I left something turned on, my old lady" shouted the captain!
It was midnight, the Gulf of Mexico was as slick as glass, there was no wind and the Shrimp Dog made good time.
The Belle pass sea buoy was in sight at one thirty A.M. and the Shrimp Dog was dock side two hours later.
"Greg you and Kip get the boat cleaned up I'll be back in the morning to off load the shrimp and pay you guy's."
An hour later Billy was pulling in the drive way of his Grand Isle stilt house.
As he was making his way up the steps to the deck he could here voices in side.
"You have to go Billy could be here any time now." Billy herd Stacey say.
Billy backed in to a shadow away from the door as a male figure emerged from the house. A moment later a car starts and drives away from around back. Billy rushed in the house.
"What the fuck was that all about, who the fuck was he."
"Billy your home, please don't be mad, nothing is going on we were just making planes for this evening."
"At four in the morning who the fuck do you think you're talking to!" Billy yelled.
"I have been up trying set up a valentine's party just for you and you accuse me of cheating. If you were so worried about me cheating you wouldn't leave me all alone for days at a time!"
"One of these days I'm going to catch you fucking around!"
Billy and Stacey argued until Billy had finally had enough and stomped out of the room.
After his shower and shave Captain Billy felt some better but was still pissed off about finding another man in his house.
"I've got to go off load the shrimp and pay the crew" said the captain as he was leaving.
Stacey followed her man down the steps to his old truck. "You better have your ass at the Whisky Heaven by eight o'clock or you want catch me doing any thing ever again because I want be here"
"Ok, Ok."
Captain Billy was tired; he had been awake for thirty hours and needed some sleep,
The captain slept on the Shrimp Dog until late after noon, the sound of crew boats and tug boats moving up and down the bayou woke him from a deep sleep.
The ride to the bar gave Billy time to reflect on the days events. Although Billy was trying to rap his mind around the boat and issues with nets, out riggers and engine room problems. There was always preventive mantinance to be done and other problems such as the first mate Greg what a waste of good skin.
No matter how hard he tried all he could think about was Stacey; they had met at the fish house where Billy sold his shrimp. She was an employee and helped grade, weigh and box his shrimp.
Billy's thoughts turned to the last time they had made love. It had been ten no twelve days since Billy and Stacey had sex and Billy was remembering how she looked lying naked under the sheets, they had made love and cuddled and made love again until they were hot and sweaty. The sheets were clinging to Stacey's every curve; she was a beauty to be hold, her dark complexion, jet black hair and dark brown eyes were a gift from her Cajun decent. Her body was slender and athletic with smallish breast and the tightest ass there ever was. Here face was that of an angel, cute little button nose and full lips that were made for laughing. She could light up the world with a smile and when she was angry her dark eyes took on the look of summer thunder clouds that made you want to batten down the hatches. Captain Billy had been hooked by this little girl from the moment she was introduced to him at the fish docks.
The whiskey Heaven bar was a two hundred foot two story party barge that had been pushed up on the bank of the Lafourche bayou. The bow had a gang plank that served as an entry way and was higher than the stern. The slope in the dance floor had caused more then a few drunken dancers to dance there way out the back door. The pool table sat port to starboard and was leveled. To shoot pool a person would be on there knees on one side of the table and tiptoes on the on the other.
Captain Billy arrived at the bar about an hour early and was glad to have some time alone before the festivities started.
Stacey came in a little later dressed to party. She was wearing a short black skirt, tube top and sandals. Billy couldn't take his eyes off of his wife as she moved toward him.
"Hay baby" Billy said.
"You still pissed off?"
"No, but what do you expect when I find a strange man in my house at three in the morning."
"It was not what you think"
"How do you know what I'm thinking? It's not that I'm jealous exactly; I actually get turned on when other men look at you. And that little remark about fucking my whole crew was an unexpected turn on that I have fanaticize about for a while now, that's what I'm thinking" responded Billy.
