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This was my entry for A. Mac's and Sara G.'s contest, before trimming it down:
http://immaginedigitalimag.newsvine.com/_news/2010/03/08/3906151-sara-g-a-mac-showcase-newsvine-authors-at-their-best-our-first-group-of-winners?last=1268104722&threadId=809322&sp=0&pc=25#last_1
You should seriously check out the articles on that link. Some are great......and there is this one:
The picture for inspiration is here:
http://immaginedigitalimag.newsvine.com/_news/2010/02/14/3871187-a-labor-of-love-we-hope-so-and-what-better-day-than-valentines-day-to-present-sara-g-a-macs-authors-competition
Thank you A. Mac for such a wonderful picture. Thank you Sara and A. Mac for thsi writing opportunity.
My Story:
It was our first vacation in ten years and we were on our third night on the boat. It was late, the water was calm and the lights gently reflected off the water in the bay where we were anchored. My wife poured herself another margarita as I sipped on mine. We had already finished three pitchers and were both just the other side of tipsy. I had already spilled a glass on the deck and my wife had laughed and called it alcohol abuse.
I watched my beautiful bride of 15 years, in her bright pink bikini. She was wearing a swim suit that would be a felony to wear in some countries (and three states), as she slugged a big gulp down and got this mischievous look in her eyes. Setting her glass down, she then reached behind her back and I watched as her top fell to the deck. Her eyes were twinkling with intent and her mouth was in a grin that spoke volumes. She lightly bites the corner of her lower lip. Then, she slowly slid her hands down her sides and hooked her fingers into the edges of her bikini bottoms and slipped them off.
The bikini had already gotten my attention - did I mention it would have been considered a felony in some countries and a few states? The twinkle in her eyes had double it and now her intentions had given me some of my own. Not wasting time, I stood, set my glass down and undid the buttons of my short pants (I wasn’t wearing a shirt or underwear) and let them drop to my ankles.
I had just started wondering why we had not taken more vacations, if this was how they play out, when suddenly, before my pants even hit the deck, there was a flash of fur that skittered past my leg. Needless to say, being two and a half sheets to the wind, I jumped and bumped open the cabinet holding the emergency inflatable raft. It started rolling across the deck.
Genghis Khan, my wife’s Jack Russell quickly snatched her top, turned and ran towards me. “Get him!” My wife yelled, “That’s a $100 bikini!”
Still being off balance, full of margarita’s and pants around my ankles; I made the mistake of trying to run after him.
I tripped and did a belly flop straight onto the wood deck. This was followed by my glass of Margarita tipping over the edge and pouring over my head.
Khan ran past me as I grabbed at the fur bag and missed. I heard my wife yell some obscenity at the over energized pouch and turned my head in her direction. I saw my wife’s legs jumping over my head as she went after our lovable, but too playful dog. I turned my head in time to see her hit the spot where I had dropped my drink earlier. Here was my wife, naked as a jay bird legs running in reverse and losing ground as her legs went up in the air. She went flying. Her bare butt hit the deck, but she just kept sliding. I found myself thinking that Margaritas make good lubricant as my wife slipped over the edge of the boat straight into the water!
Khan ran towards her and the top (being half a felony, would that make it a misdemeanor?) it got hooked in the emergency life raft. Khan did not go too far. The top stretched out and yanked Khan back in the opposite direction. The look on his face was humorous as he shot past my head and over the edge into the water! It was like Road Runner and Willy E. Coyote scene come to life. The dog had actually hung there in mid-air for a second before falling straight down.
The life raft jumped to life as it inflated and started pushing me back. I figured I was the next one who was going in and I jumped to my feet, yanked off my shorts and escaped the inevitable.
My eyes searched the dark surface for signs of the dog or my wife when I finally saw she was trying to get to Khan. I quickly leaped over the side and started swimming towards the two of them. If skinny dipping was what my wife had in mind, I somehow doubt it was planned to to turn out this way.
It was at this time that I noticed several boats heading towards us! Then it dawned on me that the emergency raft had an automatic emergency beacon. So, there we were, naked as jay birds, ships bearing down on us and no time or chance to get back on board.
Next vacation......the dog stays home.
