The Hyena's

There's a reason why Theodore Roosevelt called them a “singular mixture of abject cowardice and the utmost ferocity.” They hunt in packs as they don't have the courage to face an enemy alone, unless, it is small and weak. When banded together they would attempt to take down a female Lioness, as a pack in envy of her beauty and prowess. The gate keepers of the widower on I dock were Mid Life Married women who were long out of love with their husbands and fantasized about Lewis in ways I never had. He was far wealthier than their husbands and if they became widows, well let's just say they already spun a sticky web of 'friendship' and protection from the Siren's that surely were their competition if even just in their drunken gummy stupors. I have likened them to hyena's because they are so similar in their alpha female tactics, yet not truly ALPHA, as they would not be such cowards. These women circle the wagons with their allies, other females whose hatred of a better specimen can be whipped up with the yipping of a leader. The leader was from the clan of Mid dock, as we called it. Their ring leader was actually a french woman, beautiful and veluptuous, but an ice queen to her husband. He was like a whipped dog, but I don't think he minded it very much. These women were only there because they had husbands that could afford the Sea Ray's. All of them married "well" back in the day and they raised their family well too. None of them were there as solitary bread winners who could leverage their assets to be on the water without a benefactor. That woman was hated. They had lost whatever beauty they had at one time and were low slung versions with the middle age spread of wine and sweets. I too fought the loss of my waist line, so this is not an attack, but just a reference. After their husbands were too drunk to stay up, they would sidle up to Lewis's bar and commiserate about their loveless, sexless marriages and bat their lashes for a shoulder to cry on. Lewis had one. His ego was truly stroked by all the late night female attention until there was one that would take him down below for some one on one action the others could not provide.

The ten days Lewis was gone with 3 of these couples on a power cat in the BVI was a break to decipher what had just happened and what did it mean if anything. I could play it down as drunken antics, or I could lie in wait to see if he had any weight within his soul. What did he want, and would he tell me honestly?

Having just survived a 5 year situation with a younger opportunist, my brakes were locked, but it gave me some time to ask what is it I wanted? I wanted a committed relationship with a quality man. A man that would never betray me, never cheat on me, and never expect to benefit financially from me as I had very little to start with. I had survived that already and got out with my skin thank goodness. What if Lewis was that man? Here all these years I had discounted him as too old, boring and tired. Was I missing out on a stand up man just based on age or vigor? I wasn't getting any younger myself and at the end of the day I've been told by mature women, eventually you just want them to sit next to you and hold your hand. Well, I wasn't quite there yet.

God hears conversations you don't. What I learned six months later was that the Hyena's had created a story. Like all stories, there is some basis in truth, until it takes a hard left to manipulate according to their agenda. This is where they are wonderfully crafty. Think about the snake in the Garden of Eden, how he sidled up to the inexperienced of the two humans in a side bar, a tete' a tete' with Eve alone. "Is it really so that God said you could eat of every tree of the garden except the tree of knowledge of good and bad?

Let's just call the lead Hyena Ethel and her subservient Lucy. Lucy did Ethel's bidding without any question. She was a good Christian bitch as I call them. Syrupy and southern like molasses on a hot day. Lucy sidled up to me one day when I was out on my jet ski and invited me on their boat to sit on the bow and have 'girl talk'. "I bet you are just ready to meet someone who will take care of you!" I will set you up with Ron if you'd like me to." Ron was mid sixties, rode hard and put up wet and a player as the day is long. But he did play hard and threw his money around on helicopters, yachts, and cheap women. My response? " Yes it would be nice to have a man that would take care of me, but no thanks! I have no interest in Ron".

Guess how the narrative played out?