When I was in the Merchant Navy, as a 16 year old deck boy, I was a very good looking lad. Of course this was noticed by a rather large gay Officer who took a real fancy to me.
The rest of the Glaswegian crew knew this and one day conspired to get us paired up. Several of the crew pounced on me and once again I wondered what was to befall me. I soon realised what was to happen when I was thrown into the Officers cabin.
I was seriously terrified as he locked the door, removed the key and placed it in his pocket. I sat on his bunk with a certain amount of trepidation whilst my mind raced and I desperately looked for a way out.
He asked me if I would like a drink and to buy time for myself I sheepishly said "yes". It was then that I noticed that the porthole was open. Now at this time I was a lithe fit young lad and an idea sprang to mind. If I can just squeeze through that porthole fast enough.
Whilst he was fixing the drink I knew I had to act fast or become a statistic. I was up in a flash and through that porthole like greased lightening ending up back on deck. I can still hear him swearing as I triumphantly walked away.
Actually, I had been practising this manoeuvre some days before. Little did I know how handy it would be.
