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encircled her neck, and she had on a white skirt and colorful blouse. She was singularly
unattractive and had a slatternly face. She stopped at the first table, turned her back on the
men and bent over forward, revealing her underwear to the excited boisterous troops. She
went through her simple dance routine and shed her clothes with very little style or grace.
Her body was tanned but lumpy and, although I had been at sea for a long time, I could
not understand the young mens' exuberance. She had large, floppy breasts and gave the im-
pression that “anything goes.”
“They get better!” laughed Harry, sensing our disappointment. “She's a bit of a dog, poor
lass. You'll notice that they also wait our tables.”
I had not noticed and wondered with renewed interest what our waitress would look like
without her clothes.
The song came to a merciful ending, and the poor girl picked up her clothes and made a
dull retreat to continue working the tables.
I ordered a fresh round of drinks and we talked about the boatyard and the characters
around the neighborhood. He told us of how he had lost his eye in a boating accident. Ap-
parently a spinnaker pole had come unshipped, and he had lost his eye because of it, poor
chap. He showed us the injury, and it was as well he had a patch; it was nasty. He was a
good-looking man and very friendly and nice; to be marred by this unfortunate accident
was a great shame. Just then music announced the arrival of another waitress who was
about to make her grand entrance through the curtains and reveal all. It was our waitress,
and by the time the song ended, I thought she looked a lot better with her clothes on.
I guess it was after the fourth beer that the girls started to look a little better. I had on my
beer goggles at this stage. The marines were certainly enjoying themselves, and I doubted
it was because of the girls. They were out to have a good time, and by hell or high water
they were going to do just that.
“Oh, you gotta watch this one,” said Harry, nodding his head towards a woman in her
mid-fifties, now coming through the curtains. She was obviously an old hand at stripping,
and must have been quite a looker in her day. She had a half-smile fixed on her powdered
face, and when she finally removed her tartish clothes to the catcalls of the drunken men,
there were some rather cutting remarks thrown at her. She was completely unfazed and
continued through her routine. She stooped down to a table on the walkway and picked
up two tasseled nipple caps which she deftly attached to her pendulous breasts. She then
picked up a lighter from a man in the audience and set the tassels alight. The music now
changed to some Eastern-styled, Arabian-sounding music, and she proceeded to dance with
her tasseled nipple caps swinging around in perfect time.
