They weren’t at sea, that much he remembered. What he didn’t recall was what happened between the bar and him landing on his own mattress. “Get up, you piece of shit,” Heidi snarled, kicking his bed again. Heidi was around twenty-five years old and very pretty with her long blonde hair, tanned skin and blue eyes. However, that beauty was quickly erased when she opened her mouth. She possessed the demeanor of an angry snake and the mouth of a well-traveled sailor. “Good morning, you lovely, sweet woman,” he mumbled, rolling over. “I mean it, Brody,” she muttered. “Get up. Joe Smith has called twice wanting to speak to you, and I’m tired of covering for your ass.” Brody threw back the covers and stood. “Jesus, Brody! Would you put some damn clothes on?” Heidi yelled, throwing a robe at him. Brody chuckled, catching the robe as it sailed across his small quarters.
