Bored Teenage Boys

“Come on,” Jack pleaded, “it will be fun.”

“I don’t want to get dressed up as ghosts and go to the graveyard and run around like crazy kids disturbing the dead who are trying to rest in peace,” Brian said. “It’s a lot of rigmarole to go through, and we may get caught.”

“Oh don’t be such a wuss, Brian,” Jack said. “It will be an adventure. And allow me to impart upon you the fact, in case you don’t know it, that everyone buried in that cemetery is dead. Our presence there will have no effect on any of them.”

“Yeah,” Brian said. “You don’t know for sure that those bodies buried there won’t be disturbed. My Dad said we each have a soul that lives on after we die. And don’t you think two thirteen year old boys dressed like ghosts running wild in a graveyard at midnight won’t be conspicuous?”

“Fine,” Jack said. “Let’s go skinny dipping at the old quarry, then.”

“I think you’ve been reading too many Hardy Boys books, Jack,” Brian said as he hopped on his bike and rode home.


Written for these daily prompts: The Daily Spur (graveyard), Ragtag Daily Prompt (rigmarole), Word of the Day Challenge (adventure), Your Daily Word Prompt (impart), MMA Storytime (soul), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (conspicuous). Photo credit: National Museum of Funeral History

#writephoto — Just the Tip

D1C5DF4D-B48E-44B4-9B22-68E3F3369795“Isn’t it beautiful here? So idyllic, so serene,” she said.

“Let’s go skinny dipping,” he said.

“What? No way,” she said.

“Oh come on, babe. It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked,” he said.

“But what if someone sees us?” she asked.

“Look around, babe. We’re alone. We haven’t seen another living soul since we got here. Strip down and I’ll race you to the that grass-covered arch over there,” he said.

“Okay, fine,” she said.

They both stripped down and jumped in the water.

“The water is cold,” he said. Then he screamed, “Ouch!” and jumped out of the water.

“What happened?” she asked.

He pointed to a school of tiny fish. “Those damn little minnows were nibbling on the tip of my….”


Written for the Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.

Tell The Story — New Beginnings

803749E7-D070-45F4-9FB5-D8B89A435023I’ve been tagged by Dr. Tanya at Salted Caramel to tell the story about this image.


Dan and Diana first met one another at the breakfast bar at the resort hotel. They began to talk and discovered that each of them had just gotten out of a dysfunctional relationship and had traveled to this island paradise for a new beginning.

They talked for about two hours and discovered that they really had a lot in common. And best of all, they each found the other to be very attractive. At the end of their extended breakfast, Dan asked Diana if she had any specific plans for the day, and when she admitted that she did not, he suggested that they change into their bathing suits and head to the hotel’s beach.

“It will be way too crowded there,” Diana said. “I was here two years ago with my ex, and we found a beautiful beach not too far from here that was practically deserted. We should rent bikes and cycle there.”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Dan said. “Let’s meet at the bike rental desk in half an hour.” Before heading to his room, Dan stopped by at the concierge desk and ordered a picnic lunch basket and a bottle of wine.

Dan was thrilled with Diana, and his depression over his recently failed relationship was lifting. Diana, too, was excited about having met Dan. She had just escaped from an abusive situation and Dan seemed to have a sweet, gentle soul. What a welcome change he would be.

They rented two bikes and rode for about 20 minutes until Diana instructed Dan to follow her off the paved trail. She led him to a pristine beach with fine, white sand gently kissed by calm, aqua water. Other than two beach chaise lounges under a large, straw beach umbrella, the beach was empty. They left their bikes next to a small glade of coconut trees and carried their beach towels, along with the picnic lunch basket that Dan had had ordered, to the chaise lounges.

Once there, Diana gave Dan a sensual look and started to remove her bikini top. Dan stared at her, dumbfounded. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“There’s no one else around,” Diana said, “so I thought it would be fun to go skinny dipping in these gorgeous, calm waters.” By the time she had finished her sentence, she had pulled the string on her bikini bottoms, which fell down to the sand in front of her feet. “Your turn,” she said.

Dan just stood there immobilized, staring at the naked woman standing before him. Growing impatient, Diana walked over to him, still smiling, moistening her slightly parted lips with her tongue. She reached for the waistband of his swimming trunks, but he grabbed her hands and stopped her. “Have you ever heard the expression, ‘it’s not the size of the wand that counts, it’s the magic behind it?’” he asked.

“No. Why?” Diana asked, and then, in one swift move, she yanked his trunks down to his ankles. Her eyes got wide and a puzzled expression appeared on her face.

Dan blushed.

Diana said, “Oh my God, is that all there is?”


So I know I’m supposed to tag three other bloggers to write their own Tell The Story Challenge post to a picture I select. But instead while I’m going to select a picture, I’m not going to tag any particular bloggers. Instead I am going and ask anyone who is interested in running with it to write their own Tell The Story Challenge to this image by Jonathan Kemper at Unsplash.E6E7EA27-2366-45D2-BD71-3571ECBA150E

I’ve Never Skied Naked

62f3e412-a061-49f0-bcab-4003b9716ea9.jpegThat is not me in the picture. Just to set the record straight, I have never in my life skied naked. Yet there is a rumor floating around the blogosphere that I have, indeed done so.

It all started when Rory (A Guy Called Bloke) posted about being nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award. In that post, he included me in the group of bloggers he nominated to pay it forward and he posed a bunch of questions, the nature of which Rory is wont to ask (i.e., weird ones).

Being the accommodating blogger that I am, I wrote a post with my answers to Rory’s weird questions. That post is HERE.

Rory’s second question asked, “What’s the most fun you have ever had without the obvious, naked?” I interpreted Rory’s question to ask about the most fun I’ve had without being naked. And so I responded, “Without being naked? Um, downhill snow skiing at Taos in New Mexico?”

Think about what I wrote. I wrote, “Without being naked?” Maybe I misunderstood Rory’s question, but my response was clearly talking about not being naked. Am I right or what?

But apparently a number of bloggers glommed on to the notion that I skied naked. I figured this misconception would eventually fizzle out.

But no. Today, Mel, over at Crushed Caramel, “gifted” me with this pair of thermal underwear. 7ADB5CB0-32D5-4A88-A7EE-ECB209E1224AShe wrote, “My first priority is a gift to Fernando* Fandango, the creator of This, That, and The Other. I would like to give the gift of thermal underwear for skiers. Specialist skiers underwear that is also aerodynamic. It won’t slow you down on the ski slopes but it will help to prevent frost bite. Frostbite can turn very nasty, so please do wear something on the slopes.”

But I already do wear thermal underwear when I go skiing because I don’t sky naked!

So, once and for all, I’ve never skied naked. I’ve been naked at a nude beach, I’ve been skinny dipping at a flooded rock quarry, and I’ve frolicked in the altogether with friends in a hot tub. But skiing naked. Uh uh!

* Don’t ask.

100WW — Fury

7C46E17C-34FA-4185-9BCE-94D2FAC75D4DLet’s take the boat out into the middle of the lake,” Christine suggested. Then, with a wink, she added, “And we can go skinny dipping.”

Brett started up the powerboat’s motor and headed toward the lake’s center. He shut down the motor, dropped the anchor, and eagerly stripped out of his clothes. But before jumping into the water, he admitted, “I don’t know how to swim.”

“Go ahead and jump in,” Christine said. “I’ll toss you the life preserver.”

As Brett thrashed about and was about to go down for the third time, Christine shouted, “Hell hath no fury, Brett.”

(100 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Alex Iby.