The Bouncing Buns Gentleman's Club

Chapter 27

Waterford Harbor is a gated condominium community near the Kemah Boardwalk, right down the road from League City and the community mental health clinic. It is a beautiful complex inhabited by successful business people and other professionals that could easily have afforded a nice free-standing home; they just didn't want the bother.

Waterford offered them freedom from maintenance work, lawn care, and all the mundane things that come with home ownership and tended to eat up weekends. In addition, there was a beautiful swimming pool, tennis courts, a four-star restaurant and a first class marina.

Most of the condominium homes there had three to four bedrooms and were considered quite large by condo standards. Each had its own little fenced-in patio and grassy area, as well as a carport in front. Pets were allowed, and several of the stay-at-home spouses could usually be seen out walking their dogs most any time of day, and especially in the early morning hours before the intense Texas heat came to bear.

It was Monday morning, and everything was starting to indicate this would be a normally hot gulf coast day. Certainly, the gatehouse attendant, Martha, already had her AC on. The lawn care people were already sweating profusely, and it was only eight am.

People were leaving their homes for work and passed through Martha's gate in large numbers. One of those cars was a black Saab convertible with heavily tinted windows. It had a bumper decal that said, "It Happens," and a Texas license plate that simply said, "SAILOR."

Once through the gate, the Saab went to the right onto the main road and down a few miles before it turned into the resort complex and eventually the parking garage of one of the nearby office buildings.

The car came to a stop, the door opened, and a nicely dressed female with long brunette hair and dark glasses emerged. She used her car key to lock up and walked across the parking garage to the entrance where elevators would take her to the reception area of the community mental health clinic located there. Dr. Elizabeth Ellis walked in and was greeted by Sue.

"Good morning Dr. Ellis. I hope you had a nice weekend."

"I did, Sue. I was on the water all weekend on a fifty-four foot, deck salon sailboat and had a great time. That boat was magnificent! Say what you will about the French, but they sure know how to build a sailboat. Much like the Italians, if you get my drift!"

"I read you loud and clear, doc. Have you made up your mind then? Is that the one?" Sue asked.

"Not yet. I'm still struggling with the choice between a traditional single hull sailboat like that one, or a catamaran. I have an appointment to look at a forty-eight footer next weekend. It happens to be a French boat, also. Sounds like a trend, doesn't it? After that, it might be a tough choice. They both cost a fortune, and I'll definitely have to think about it. Actually, I've really started to appreciate my condo. I like the area, there's lots of room, and there's a marina behind. I might have to change my mind about needing to live aboard and just settle for something to sail on the weekends. It's tough to give up the dream though, you know?"

Sue just inwardly rolled her eyes at this, never having had enough money to even consider such a thing. Her life was, and likely would always be, the monthly challenge of paying rent and utilities, and keeping food on the table.

"Oh well. I'll see what happens next weekend. Do you have my schedule for the day? I don't want to keep the patients waiting."

"Sure, doc. On your computer. It's the usual mix of depression, anxiety and ADHD. I think one of your schizophrenics is due in today, as well."