julietsierra
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I'm a slave. I have a boat. My father gave it to me. It's been in our family for years - since before I even hit puberty. My Master has a boat or two. We keep them in different places around the lake here. He has the river, I have the lake. When he's in conversations with his fishing buddies, and the topic of heading out to the lake to fish comes up with it's attending discussions of where to dock next year, my Master always replies that he doesn't have to trailer his boat to the lake since he has another one already docked over there. His fishing buddies are not involved in this lifestyle. They look at me like "Are you going to take this stuff?!" And I just smile and say that he does indeed have another boat in the lake that he can go fish from. Because he does. Whose name is on the title - who makes the decision to sell - who pays for the repairs - in the end, means nothing, because if he came to me and said that he and his fishing buddies were thinking about going to go fishing in the lake, I'd be right there with the keys, the charts, and my bathing suit, and MY fishing pole so that I could captain them out there and and take them where they want to go. I buy the worms, they buy the gas. I've known all along that being the chauffer on the lake is SO much more fun than being the chauffer in a car and even though my name is on the registration for the boat, and we don't live together, he still has as much right to it as if we were. (Afterall, it still takes my signature on the transfer of title to sell the thing, and I'm not that stupid. The suggestion to sell my boat would be an even harder limit than nearly anything I can think of..) He doesn't want my house. And I honestly don't think he's going to find much use for my clothes. I talk about the boat because of what I own, the boat is my prized possession - and I am his - we're kind of a package deal. So far, the only problem I've come across is that I get to help him cleaning his boat up in the spring and fall, whereas I haven't quite been able to convince him to help clean up mine. I think he likes to let me feel the "pride of boat ownership" to its fullest, so I get to do it twice - once with his help, and once on my own. But I have slave labor too. I come with three members of my family who also like boats and are really pretty good with a scrub brush. And as the "Momme" I get to issue orders of my own. juliet
< Message edited by julietsierra -- 9/19/2006 2:51:15 AM >
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