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Morning after the night before

July 21st 2007 18:38
The morning after the night before:
Its dawned a brilliant morning with the sun glistening out through my window on the Tasman Sea or is it already the Southern Ocean in this latitude? Any how it is a great day to be alive and I have plans to cross the interior of the island via Lake Leike where it is supposed to sleet even on a warm summer day. BRRRRR but I will be dressed for it. In case you are hanging out about my success last night I have to say a successful lover should never kiss and tell but I do have a story, however brief to commit to these pages.

Last night I started by telling lies with some of the local fishos. The biggest fish the biggest waves the greatest haul etc. In its heyday Bicheno had been a huge fishing town and despite having an atrocious harbour, hauls of all kinds of seafood were huge. This was stopped by the introduction of quotas. For instance nobody recognised that the Orange Roughy took so many years to mature and that the species was almost fished out of existence. Yet what a fish. It apparently cut two three quarter kilo boneless fillets off each side then the carcass was crushed for high grade machine oil and the residue went into plant food. The fillets could be made to taste like any kind of fish you wanted it to be. Hauls were easy and the prices were not huge but big money was made. These days every fishing day is so regulated that the monitors are in a position to send a fisho broke with fines if he makes so much as one minor blunder on his returns. Great guys I met and great lies we told each other!

I turned my charm on the voluminously breasted blonde barmaid and despite some great banter, really smooth promises and some dirty dancing she confided that she really did love her husband and would not give that up for a quick fling with me. Not dejected I turned my gaze upon her two girl friends. I was well into a barrel of beer at this stage and decided to break my vow of chastity between myself and larger women. (For a woman to be larger than me she is really large.) Despite my cooing and promises they declined my offer of multiple oral satisfaction, wonderful and unforgettable orgasms in the big bed as they too were betrothed. I stayed however until we were thrown out at closing and returned alone to my room as I always seem to these days. Australia were attempting to punish the Kiwis in the Bledisloe Cup and in a land where AFL rules the match was being beamed at some ungodly late hour but not on any station my poor old TV could pick up. So to bed with a comforter of claret and a Panadol just in case.

More tomorrow.

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