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Rudy Wins the Grand Prize





by the Troubador







Reaching carefully from his stool at the bar, Rudy pulled the
Hawaiian Sunrise up in front of him, stirring it gently with the
little green umbrella. Holding the glass up to the sun he
squinted through the bright colors now disbursing from the layers
into which they had been poured. He tried to remember how many
kinds of rum were there but gave up. Blearily staring at the
collection of bar glasses in front of him, he wondered who the
joker was that had been putting their empty glasses down in front
of where he was sitting. 

"Damn nasty thing to do" he thought. "The place was short handed,
and the bartender seemed to have only enough time to make new
drinks for the crowd, not to pick up the empties." Counting
slowly he made it up to four empty glasses before losing count.
Hiccuping, he almost fell off the stool. "Lucky," he thought to
himself, "almost dropped my drink in the pool."

Swaying a little on the tall barstool, he cursed the wind that
must be blowing to make him so unsteady when all he was doing was
sitting quietly at the bar. He didn't want to stumble off the
stool, placed as it was out in the center of the swimming pool.
He had swum over here for a drink, but was dry now and figured he
would walk back on the stepping stones that led to the patio from
the bar. 

Looking down at his baggy, tropical print bathing shorts he was
amazed to see how dry they were. In the states he would have
expected it to take several hours to dry so completely. Amazing
how fast things dried down here in the tropical sun. 

"Well, guess I'll go back to my cabana and take a nap before
dinner," he mumbled. Easing slowly off the barstool Rudy drained
the Hawaiian Sunrise then left the glass on the bar with all the
others. Carefully stepping from stone to stone he made his way
toward the edge of the pool. "Good Golly, Miss Molly," he
thought,  "these things must be floating to move around like
this."

He was maneuvered to the next to last stepping stone when he
began majestically swaying, pushing his arms out to the side
where he slowly rotated them in large circles trying to balance.
Onlookers later teased him that he had looked like ancient movie
footage of the infamous Tacoma Narrows Bridge collapse, and
nicknamed him Galloping Rudy. He twisted and turned, his
movements becoming more and more uncoordinated before somehow
managing to turn his arms one way, his body another and his knees
an impossible third. Finally, seeming in slow motion, he toppled
into the water, thinking as he fell, "Sure glad I didn't spill
that drink!"

A minute later, the lifeguard fished him sputtering from the
pool, and sent him on to his cabana with an attendant to make
sure he got there all right.

Rudy was three days into the trip of a lifetime. His company had
announced a sales contest for that summer. The Grand Prize, which
nobody had ever won, was a two-week stay for two at a Caribbean
Island Resort. It happened that was the summer everything Rudy
had learned about his company, its products, and salesmanship
suddenly came together. 

Rudy had once been described as almost an average man. He wasn't
quite tall, wasn't really athletic, but you couldn't say he
wasn't tall or athletic. He just seemed to be kind of almost
average. His sandy hair always seemed to be slightly disheveled,
and though he had a nice wardrobe, his clothes seemed to be just
a trifle mussed. Everyone was taken with his happy grin, which
almost never left his face, and the girls all seemed taken by his
twinkling eyes. He worked hard, but until the sales contest his
supervisor's best description of the job he did was just about
average. That was why Rudy was so excited about winning the Grand
Prize.

Overnight Rudy found it was so much fun selling he wanted to do
it 24/7. To his later astonishment that was almost what he did,
for Rudy being single and unattached had no obligations at home.
Clocking the greatest summer sales period the 100-year-old
company had ever known Rudy won the Grand Prize.

Which gave him a problem. He not only didn't have a wife, Rudy
didn't even have a steady girl. Certainly none of the girls he
dated would even consider spending two weeks with him on a
tropical island. For that matter there were none that he would
consider asking to join him on a tropical island for two weeks.
Actually, he never mentioned the trip to any of the girls he
knew, being pretty shy. And he would be damned if he'd go off for
two weeks on a tropical island with another guy. Although a
couple buddies on his softball team hinted that it sounded like
fun before saying, when he looked at them strangely, "Not that
way, of course."

The problem was solved to his satisfaction when he talked the
company into sending him alone for four weeks instead of him and
a friend for two. He was proud of the salesmanship he used to
talk them into losing their newly explosive salesman for a whole
month. The clincher was pointing out that they would save
hundreds of dollars on airfare if they only sent one person
instead of the two they had budgeted for. The Vice President that
had booked the trip at company rates didn't fight it too hard, he
just took his secretary to Cancun again that year.

Rudy reached his island paradise Saturday afternoon, having left
Friday afternoon and traveling the 'feeder line express' until
climbing aboard the final leg on a flight out of Miami that
morning. 

Rudy had checked in, and begun checking out the ladies. Not
surprisingly, all the women he saw were very firmly attached to
men who were looking very proprietary. There were some real
babes, along with some really nice looking older women he
considered to be wives. He didn't know if the babes were wives or
not and he sure wasn't going to ask.

Tired as he was, he didn't want to wait a moment to begin this
dream. That was why he found himself falling into his cabana, a
nice little bungalow a hundred yards from the main resort, and
then crawling into bed. It was something he sure wasn't going to
tell anyone about back home. That is, that he had been so bombed
he fell through the door into his cabana and then had to crawl
across the room and into bed.

Waking up the next morning he found fruit and juices had been
delivered to his cabana before he awoke. It was a pleasant
surprise to discover that whatever combination of fruits he had
tried absolutely eliminated his hangover. Somehow he was never
able to produce those results again. 

He spent that day sightseeing and snorkeling. It was his first
time in a snorkel mask, and it was even more fun than softball. 

That evening Rudy enjoyed an elegant dinner and discovered the
pool bar. It was stuck way out in the swimming pool, and it was
obvious to Rudy only a wimp wouldn't swim out to get a drink.
That evening he concentrated on Singapore Slings. Getting
pleasantly mellow, he had a great conversation with some visiting
Italians and went to bed after watching the sun fall into the
sea.

Which led up to today. Rudy went snorkeling again that morning
with a party from the resort. While in the water he met a party
of Brits who had just arrived and were staying together in a
large private bungalow about a mile down from his cabana. They
all had a ball swimming, and the Brits joined him that afternoon
at the pool bar. There they were joined by a quartet of nurses
who also had just arrived from the states. When the Brits and
nurses left to get dressed and ready for dinner Rudy had stayed
for a few more drinks. That was when he began his experiment with
the Hawaiian Sunrises and discovered other people were putting
their empty glasses on the bar.

Rudy woke up in his cabana several hours later. He was still
flying a little but anxious to get back to the resort for dinner.
The Brits and nurses both had promised to be there for dinner and
dancing. Rudy was darned sure looking forward to it. 

The Grand Prize was looking like a real winner. Tonight was what
two weeks in the Caribbean was all about. He was having a great
time and to top it all off, he was going to be there an extra two
weeks! Being honest with himself he didn't anticipate a bed
partner. He was a pretty ordinary guy, and while the nurses were
all great gals, good pals, they obviously wouldn't be into
one-night stands. The Brits' women were all gorgeous but they
were also very married and their men were there with them. The
men were as big as their wives were gorgeous. Even more
disgusting, they were nice people. "It didn't matter how great a
salesman he was," Rudy told himself pedantically, "I couldn't do
that to those nice people."

And that's how the evening went, up to a point. Sometime that
night everything got cloudy. He remembered dancing a lot with one
of the wives whose husband didn't like to dance. And he danced
with the nurses. That memory black out cursed him the next
morning.

Rudy awoke with a hangover.  As he tried to focus his eyes on the
ceiling it wouldn't stop moving long enough for him to accomplish
the task.  He rolled over to his left and almost fell off the bed
in the process.

"This day is not getting off to a good start," he muttered to
himself.  

Rolling back onto his back, his right arm landed on something
soft hiding under the covers. Looking over he saw blonde hair
poking out from under the covers, then heard a sleepy moan coming
from somewhere in that direction.  The lump moved slightly and he
felt a bare foot press against him as the movement stopped.  

Maybe today wasn't going to be so bad after all! 

Rudy stared at the figure lying next to him and tried to
reconstruct the events of last night in his mind.  This was not
easy because the room kept spinning, and when he closed his eyes
he felt as though he was floating on a stormy sea, bobbing up and
down like a cork in a toilet. He instinctively reached out to
steady himself and again made contact with the person sleeping
next to him.  This time the contact caused the person to stir
briefly, and the covers fell off showing Rudy a contented female
smile on an attractive face.

Rudy couldn't believe his eyes.  He pinched himself to see if he
was dreaming, but when he looked again she was still lying next
to him.  Last night must have gotten a lot more out of hand than
he could have imagined!  Gingerly slipping out of bed he
unsteadily made his way to the bathroom.  Taking three Excedrin
in hand, Rudy staggered towards the kitchen to get something to
drink - he didn't want to chance waking his bedmate with the
sound of running water, whoever she was.

As Rudy opened the refrigerator door the phone rang.  Almost
simultaneously came a loud hammering on the door. The noises
brought a loud groan from the direction of the bedroom and Rudy's
head felt as though it was going to split open from the sudden
noises.  

Grabbing the telephone as it started to ring a second time he
managed to croak, "Hello?"

"What the hell happened to you last night?" The shrill female
voice coming through the receiver added to Rudy's headache.  "I
waited almost an hour before I decided you had left without me. 
Where the hell did you go?"

The knocking on the door turned to pounding, and a big male voice
called out, "You better not try to hide from me, Rudy!  I know
you're in there, and I know who you're with.  Open this door
right now!"

As Rudy tried to sort out what to do next he felt a warm body
press against his back.  A warm, sultry voice whispered in his
ear, "You certainly make it hard to sleep, lover!"

Trying desperately to think, Rudy babbled something into the
phone about a household emergency and asked for the woman's
telephone number, promising to call her right back. She hung up
instead.

Then Rudy yelled at the door, wincing at the noise he made, "I'll
be right there after I find my clothes." This announcement was
met with hearty and vicious cursing from behind the closed door,
and renewal of the hammering on the door.

Scooping the blonde into his arms, he kissed her soundly. It was
a luscious smooch, but he was really trying to keep her silent.
He sure as hell didn't want the gent outside to hear her; the man
was violent enough already. Half running he stumbled with her
back to the bedroom, only bouncing off the wall once. Plopping
her on the unmade bed he tried to explain to her that there was
an emergency and he had to get her out of the cabana without the
guy outside seeing her. While explaining he took a very long look
at the gal. 

It was a pleasant look, as she hadn't bothered to put a robe on
to come see him in the kitchen. More to the point, he recognized
her as being at the party the night before, but couldn't remember
whose wife she was. She was about average size, and all of her
various parts fit together just right. He was particularly
pleased to see she was not one of those girls who thought the
half-starved look was chic. She certainly didn't carry any extra
weight, but she was padded like a woman is supposed to be padded,
giving her all the curves that turn men's heads, and otherparts.

Luckily she had worn very little to the dance, none of which
apparently included any kind of underwear, at least he couldn't
find any, and he was able to slip her dress on over her head as
she protested. Clothed, almost, she was a nice looking woman, but
nothing spectacular except for the little glimmer of devilment in
her eyes. He knew from looking at her that she would never be a
beauty queen. Which wouldn't matter because she would be more fun
to be around than a dozen of the hot looking girls. 

Kissing her again, he made her promise to meet him poolside at
2:00 that afternoon. Flustered now and confused, she agreed as he
helped her out the bedroom window. Then as he pulled on his pants
he shuffled back to the front door to let his belligerent guest
in, having only a little accident with the zipper.

He hadn't even been aware the doors could be locked until he got
there and fumbled to get it open. The moment it was unlocked the
man crashed it open, knocking Rudy backward onto his back on the
wooden floor. He suffered a nasty crack on the head, and looked
up from the floor at the biggest of the Brits. Thanking his stars
that it wasn't the one they called Bruno, he tried to get up only
to have the Brit plant a foot on his chest and command Rudy to
stay where he was while he got his wife. Then the man disappeared
into the bedroom, where he broke into another fit of cursing
before thundering back into the living area.

With the Brit towering above where he was lying on the floor,
Rudy couldn't figure out what the man was going to do next.
Squinching both eyes shut he groaned weakly, "For God's Sake, if
you're going to kill me, do it quick. This hangover is killing me
already. Be merciful, be quick." Keeping his eyes squeezed shut
he waited for the kicks and blows.

Instead, there was dead silence for what seemed like hours to
Rudy, cringing where he was on the floor. Then came a low
chuckle, followed almost at once by a deep laugh. Soon the man
looming over him was holding his sides while tears ran down his
face.

Rudy, deciding finally he was being allowed to die from hangover,
opened his eyes and struggled to his feet. Standing there in only
his trousers, he hesitated a moment then went to make coffee.
Over his shoulder, he asked the Brit if he wanted to stay for a
cup. 

"This is going to sound strange," Rudy added, "but what's your
name? My body is upright but my mind is still asleep, I'm sorry.
And who is your wife?"

"Bloody hell, yank," the Brit answered, "I knew you had a skin
full, but this is too much. I'm Peter, and my wife Julie and you
were dancing last night; danced with her a lot. She was the
medium tall blonde with hair down to her arse. The one with the
red dress on, remember her now?" 

The big man sat down at the table and buried his face in his
hands and blurted, "I don't know where she's gone off to. She
never made it home last night. It's not at all like her. I'm so
scared something has happened to her... and then I thought since
she was with you... and she dancing so much last night... and she
enjoyed the gin as much as you I figured the two of you just...
wandered over here never happened before she's never... been off
over night before. I don't, know what might have happened to her!
Buggers! My head hurts!"

"Well, let's get some coffee, and maybe a bite to eat, too, then
go looking for her," Rudy offered. "I see my morning ration of
fruit and juice is already here, help yourself."

Rudy dressed, and they sampled the bananas and papaya before
heading out the door. Once outside Peter told Rudy that he walked
to his cabana by following the road from the bungalow where he
and the other Brits were staying. Rudy suggested they go back to
the bungalow on the beach. It was a more pleasant walk and a
little shorter, what with the way the road twisted and turned.

As they walked Peter kept telling Rudy, between moaning about how
his head hurt, how worried he was. "Julie never disappeared
before, it just isn't like her. If anything she keeps too close
to me. I'm really worried about her, can't imagine what could
have happened to keep her away."

They were just over half way to the bungalow when, about a
hundred yards or so ahead, what looked like several bodies lying
under the palm trees. Rudy and Peter sped their pace with Peter
wondering aloud if that was his Julie. They soon found themselves
running. Both men's faces were ashen as they got nearer. 

There were indeed three bodies lying still under the palms.

As they neared the three figures, lying so still, Peter broke
into sobs. Calling his wife's name he sprinted forward, throwing
himself on the figure farthest from them. Just before Peter fell
onto the poor woman lying so still, Rudy recognized that it was
not the girl he had just helped out his bedroom window. He did
recognize she was his dancing partner from the night before, the
one whose husband did not dance. 

He froze for a moment in horror, a moment suddenly broken by a
loud, "Ooof!" as Peter landed on her chest.

"Oh, God! Help! Help! Rape! Fire! Help..." the erstwhile corpse
began screaming while ineffectually beating at her captor's head
and shoulders. 

Peter leaped off the struggling woman, looking like a man who had
seen a ghost. Then bending down he scooped the terrified woman
into his arms, smothering her in kisses. The other two corpses
stirred and the man lying in the middle clambered to his feet and
he too began beating on Peter while trying to pry Julie out of
his arms. For a moment the three wrestled, with Peter continuing
to rain kisses down on Julie's terrified face and anything else
of hers he could reach. The third body sat up, took a long look,
and fell back down on her back, joining Rudy in gut shaking
laughs. After a moment the three combatants slowed their separate
assaults, took a good look at who they were fighting, and joined
the others in laughter.

The woman Peter was holding so tightly definitely was not the one
who had awakened that morning in bed with Rudy. Rudy wasn't sure
if he was glad or not, Peter's wife was sure attractive. 

Once everything was sorted out, the three bodies; Peter's wife
Julie, Pauline, and her husband Steve, explained they had stayed
at the resort long past when Peter had gone home, "...a bit the
worst for drink" and after Rudy had, "...gone walking with his
lady friend." They decided to stroll home on the beach. When they
got tired, they sat down to rest a moment and enjoy the tropical
dawn. They had fallen asleep, not to awaken until Peter had
thrown himself onto his wife, almost scaring her into an early
grave.

The Brits invited Rudy to another breakfast, and together they
proceeded to their bungalow. Once there the five of them sat down
to rolls, jam and coffee or tea. 

Their talking and laughter soon had the other Brits awake and
joining them at the table. Rudy kept his back to the door to the
sleeping wing. If, when, the woman on the telephone came in, he
didn't want her to think he was ignoring her because he didn't
recognize her. She obviously had a real temper. At the same time
he kept an ear cocked to warn him when she came. He was prepared
to run if or when things got dicey. None of the women had the
kind of voice he remembered hearing over the phone, and none of
them gave him strange looks either. Well, none stranger than
could be expected considering how the morning was going.  

Walking back to his cabana Rudy tried to puzzle out who the
blonde haired woman was that had spent last night in his bed. She
hadn't been at the bungalow, so who in tarnation had he pushed
out the window that morning? More important, considering the day
so far, who was the mystery woman belonging to the voice on the
telephone?

Rudy spent the rest of the morning breathing in the fumes of the
tanning lotion he had slathered over his body, sitting on a
lounger under a beach umbrella between his cabana and the sea and
mulling over the strange events of the morning. The sun was
gloriously warm, the breeze just right, and the smells from the
jungle behind were heavenly. The sounds of the exotic birds in
the jungle soothed his hangover and it slowly dissipated. Finally
dressing just before noon, he meandered to the resort proper
where he sat himself under a blue patio umbrella. Carefully
judging the extent of his remaining hangover Rudy enjoyed a
tropical salad, and ordered iced tea while breathing in the
perfumes drifting on the air from the jungle and the visiting
wives at tables around him. 

After eating, he sat back to watch the breeze stir the palm trees
as he mused on how the tropical vacation had gone so far. It was
just beginning and he wondered how it was going to progress over
the next three and a half weeks. Right away, he knew he would
have to go easy experimenting with the other exotic drinks he saw
on the menu. Back home he seldom had more than a single beer at
one sitting. If he continued the pace he'd unintentionally been
setting he wasn't sure if he would live to fly home. Although the
Manila Moonrise did look interesting.

And who were the two mysterious ladies that had crashed into his
life this morning? Try as he might, he couldn't remember enough
of last night to help. 

Shutting his eyes he could catch occasional glimpses of dancing
with a lovely, fun blonde. In his memory she seemed to be
different sizes at different times, and occasionally he almost,
barely, caught a picture of Julie's proper and very pretty
English face. But it was always laughing, never with that mind
bending, smoldering look some women get at certain times. And he
remembered that look coming from this morning's blonde. It didn't
help that all the British wives were blond.

No, he was sure Julie and he had only enjoyed dancing and
laughing together. Though he did seem to remember half carrying
her off the floor one time and sitting her back down to the table
late in the evening.

Trying to remember voices proved impossible, so he got nowhere in
attempting figuring out who the woman on the phone had been. Rudy
decided to just accept whatever his mysterious caller did when
the mysterious caller finally showed up. Not that he had a
choice.

He kept checking his watch, more frequently as it neared 2:00PM.
As the magic, or was it fatal, hour approached for the blonde to
meet him he grew morose and more and more nervous. He kept
picturing three and a half weeks of sitting alone at the bar;
maybe dancing with someone else's wife while the someone else was
carefully chaperoning in the background. It wasn't the vacation
he had been dreaming about. 

He was lost in a cloud of 'dissipating hangover' self pity when
he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning he saw a medium sized
blonde dressed in a loose-but-clingy soft yellow sundress with
big red and burgundy flowers all over it. The girl had lovely
blond hair, a plain-but-pleasant face and curves that were just
right for the woman standing in front of him. A faint perfume
captured his senses. As he was registering that she had really,
really nice legs under that dress his eyes snapped back to her
face and he saw the hint of devilment he had seen just that
morning as he pushed her out the window.

Rudy stumbled to his feet, knocking his chair over in the
process, and reached to put one hand on her shoulder, the other
to shake her hand. Unfortunately he was off balance and found
himself giving her a hard, full body hug instead.

She stumbled a little as he pushed into her, but managed to keep
her balance and prevented the two of them from falling onto the
patio deck. Once he got his feet under him again, he tried to
step back while apologizing for his clumsiness. 

Instead he pulled her with him as he stepped back. Any bystanders
would have thought she was throwing herself into his arms. The
unexpected weight made him stumble and he kicked the knocked-over
chair into the swimming pool before he got his feet under him.
Once the two had caught their balance again, they carefully
extricated themselves and Rudy offered her a chair at his table
while he ruefully looked at his chair floating in the middle of
the pool.

Her face flaming red, the blonde shook her head, telling him they
needed a bigger table for her party. It wasn't until then that
Rudy saw the other three nurses grinning at him, and realized
there had indeed been bystanders to his near fatal clumsiness.
His face also now a flaming red, he pointed to a collection of
several unoccupied tables set in their own separate grove of palm
trees, then led the way, abandoning the chair which the life
guard was just then rescuing.

The rest of the afternoon turned around completely. The blonde,
who the other nurses called Nancy, turned out to be even more fun
than he had guessed. Deciding she was as much stimulation as a
man needed Rudy stayed with iced tea, abandoning his experiment
with the various exotic cocktails. This was carefully but
surreptitiously noted by Nancy. 

The Brits joined them later that afternoon, and the party was on.
The nurses were glad to see the crew and the owners son from one
of the yachts anchored in the harbor come in after dinner. The
Brits asked them to join the party, which proved to be another
Wingding. Rudy fixed it with the barkeep to send him iced tea in
a fancy disguise, and Nancy kept her drinking down. Both of them
feeling last night had been a little too much.

Tonight Julie kept her dancing down too, with Rudy enjoying a
couple dances with her while Nancy was being danced by the yacht
owner's son. But Nancy and Rudy soon sat together monopolizing
each other's time.

Sometime around midnight, just as the moon was coming up, Rudy
invited Nancy for a stroll, which she quickly accepted. They
thought they had slipped away unseen, but everyone in the party
smirked as they faded into the night, hand in hand.

The night was soft and silky, the stars shining brilliantly in
their different colors. The sound of the soft surf folded around
them, carrying them into their own velvet universe. The breeze,
warm against their bodies, carried the memory of pirate treasure
and battles won, the tang of salt sea and tropic gardens. 

Nancy's arm felt natural wrapped around his waist. She didn't
remember putting it there, but definitely that was where it
belonged. Rudy's arm encircled her shoulders, pulling her close
where her head just naturally fell against his strong shoulder.
It felt so right! Rudy couldn't help burying his face in that
soft hair and breathing in her personal perfume. Her left arm
snaked around him, to where it joined the other which was so
gently caressing his warm smooth flesh under his shirt. She
couldn't remember putting her hand under his clothes.

Alone in their world the two lovers moved to the water's edge.
Looking out over the gently breaking waves they listened to the
private symphony the surf was playing for just the two of them.
In the background, as counterpoint to the depth of the surf's
music were the light strains of the resort orchestra playing the
Glen Miller swing classic, "Moonglow".

With no thought, no volition, and no intention they mutually
turned one to the other. Nancy's lips lifted to meet Rudy's as
they joined in the first kiss of man. A kiss that had been passed
from lover to lover since time began. For moments, or eons, they
stood joined at the heart. Finally their lips drifted apart,
their eyes opened and they stood motionless in the light from the
others eyes.

Nancy was the first to move, slowly turning her body away from
Rudy's and, leaning back toward the shadow of the palm trees.
Never once taking her arms from around her man she led them back
to the privacy of the palms. Once at the marge where the sand met
the palms they turned and strolled, now hand in hand, down the
beach and away from their friends and the resort. The only sounds
the wind in the palms, the tiny rustle of the small creatures of
the night and the soft strains of the orchestra at the resort. 

It was Nancy, not Rudy, who recognized his cabana. She drew him
to the wide lounger Rudy had pulled back into the shadow of the
palms that afternoon. It had been built wide and sturdy, to
encourage the newlyweds often sharing the cabana and it
comfortably held Rudy and Nancy as they rested on it. 

Somehow no words had been spoken on the walk and none were
needed. The band at the resort could just barely be heard
playing, "How High the Moon" as Rudy felt Nancy's indescribably
light touch as the blonde with the laughing eyes explored his
chest. Rudy leaned forward, burying his face in her bosom,
kissing her cleavage, Nancy moaned and the 47-year-old lounger
collapsed beneath them.

Nancy fell straight down, with Rudy's not inconsiderable weight
landing directly on her sternum. For seconds after her loud,
"Wumph!" nothing was heard. 

Then the soft night breeze carried Rudy's light curses as he
struggled to extricate his left leg from between the slats of the
lounger while valiantly, but futilely, trying to protect Nancy
from his flailing arms and weight. 

It was some small moments before Nancy was able to draw a
complete breath. Finally able to breathe, she almost lost it
again when she began laughing. 

Tears from the laughter running down their cheeks, they finally
struggled clear of the now defunct lounger and rolled on the sand
in each other's arms. When finally able to partially control her
laughter, and the hiccups that followed, Nancy turned to Rudy and
gasped between hiccups, "Rudy, being with you is so much fun!
What are you going to think up next?"

It was a full five minutes more before they could control
themselves enough to stand. Then without speaking they gathered
the clothes they couldn't remember removing and strolled, hand in
hand, with Nancy's head nestled in his shoulder, to the cabana. 

As they stepped onto the veranda, Nancy thrilled to Rudy's hand
on her waist as he ran it slowly up her back to cup the nape of
her neck. Involuntarily shivering, her head bent forward giving
her lover access to her neck. Rudy leaned forward and, opening
his mouth wide covered the small smooth column of her neck with
his mouth. She stopped still, unable to move as he tasted her
throat and pulled her warm body back against his chest.

Nancy felt herself falling backwards as Rudy pulled at her, her
limbs seeming unable to respond to her will. Not knowing how she
arrived there she found her body lifted and cradled in her lovers
arms his left arm under her shoulders, that hand clasping her
left breast. Her legs were draped over his right arm. If she had
wanted to protest it would have been impossible, for Rudy's lips
were sealing hers, his tongue playing with hers deep within her
mouth.

This strong, masterful lover was not the man the world outside
the cabana had ever seen. He gently laid her on their bed, and
began exploring her slender, succulent body with his lips and
tongue. All Nancy could do was emit soft moans as shivers of
arousal coursed one after the other through her trembling body.

She cried out with passion as her man's lips closed on a nipple,
and her first orgasm of the evening shocked her as she spasmed
under his hands and mouth.

Letting her come down from her passion, Rudy lifted himself
between her knees, pushing her legs wide. Then bending forward he
began exploring her center, tasting and touching her outer lips
and running his tongue's tip up the creases where her legs met
her body. In only seconds Nancy was again shuddering with
arousal, her hands first gripping the sheets, then tangling
themselves in his hair, then pounding the mattress as her passion
again peaked. Then the man's tongue wiggled and wormed its way
between the nether lips and her juices were suddenly undammed to
anoint her groin and spill into his mouth. 

Nancy couldn't stop the waves of pleasure that wracked her body,
one after the other. Until Rudy closed his lips over her nub,
concentrating the sensations on that hard and needy protrusion.
As she began blanking out, the invading tongue suddenly dove down
and thrust hard into her center. Nancy screamed, screamed again,
and then all went black.

Coming back to awareness, the sexy blonde was comforted to feel
Rudy's body resting full upon hers, his manhood deeply impaled
into her channel. Lifting her arms she encircled his shoulders
and caressed his back. She raised her mouth to taste her lover's
lips and tongue. Soon they were slowly dancing the dance of love,
Nancy's lovely legs twined around her man's, and her middle
lifting eagerly to meet his every thrust.

Again and again, Rudy's lover cried out her passion. Again and
again Rudy fought off the urge to complete the coupling, driving
her on and on. He was lost in the ecstasy of her center, until
some indeterminate time later, they reached their mutual goal,
screamed together and collapsed temporarily in each other'sarms.

Each silently vowed that they would do all that was needed to
continue this liaison. They would not allow the other to escape.
Both held that vow secret, afraid to let the other know.  

Much later, as "Tea for Two" was drifting away in the air from
the resort orchestra, to be replaced with the traditional "Good
Night Ladies," a listener would have heard, "Oh God, Rudy! Just
there... There! Yes! Yes! Yes?" Then silence until, "Oh Rudy!
Again... Again? Oh yes! Again!"
 
There were no listeners, nor were there any others throughout the
long tropical night. For the two sharing the night together there
was never agreement on whether it had been short or long. At
different times, different partners claimed time had changed and
transmogrified.

The next morning, an extra portion of fruits and juices were
delivered to the cabana. Rudy and Nancy wondered for years how
the resort's 'extra portions' manager knew to deliver the
additional food.

The Brits and the nurses had a glorious time the next several
days with their quips. It seemed every new sally brought the
sunset's colors shining on both Nancy's and most particularly
Rudy's cheeks. Then the couple grew accustomed to being seen as a
pairing and the blushes grew less. They were finally replaced by
proud and satisfied grins on both their faces.

Nancy was careful not to be seen noticing that Rudy, while still
enjoying a drink, was no longer trying to drink the bar dry.
Still it amazed her how she could be walking with Rudy along side
the pool, then stretch her lithe body and watch as Rudy stepped
fully clothed into the pool. After the third time she did it, he
made her promise to keep him out of the pool. It took away some
of her fun, but she experimented and found there were many ways
she could distract him. Some were more fun than others, but then
some could only be used in the cabana.

To their delight when the couple compared lives they discovered
that Nancy's hospital was located only 47 miles from Rudy's
apartment, and that Rudy's office was just a 53-minute drive from
Nancy's condominium. Even more remarkable to Rudy, whose job had
him flying in and out of the airport, Nancy's condo was only a
15-minute drive from the airport on the opposite side from where
Rudy lived. Everything was so convenient! 

They discovered several of their favorite restaurants lay between
Rudy's apartment and Nancy's condo, and it would be only natural
for them to meet occasionally for a meal together.

When Rudy bemoaned how lonely he was going to be when Nancy left
to return home she took pity on him and wired her supervisor,
telling her she was taking an extra two weeks vacation. It proved
easy to change her return ticket to the same flight(s) Rudy was
going home on. Lodging for Nancy was ridiculously easy to
arrange, they only needed to lug one of her two suitcases from
the main resort building to the cabana she was now sharing with
Rudy. The other was already there.

When Rudy wasn't concentrating on the little blonde dickens now
sharing his cabana, he was listening for a voice. He swore to
himself that he'd recognize that angry voice he had heard on the
telephone, and would be prepared for it when she confronted him.

Two days after Nancy and Rudy had listened to the surf's symphony
together they were sitting close by the resort pool. Rudy had
figured out that a Singapore Sling was really just fancy lemonade
and had talked the bartender into making him a 'Rudy Special'. It
was a Singapore Sling without the alcohol, and was pretty good.
The bartender thought it was great fun, and when a couple patrons
asked to try a Rudy Special he loaded it up good. It became a
pretty popular drink, and Rudy gained a big reputation for being
able to drink them like they were water. Any one else ordering a
Rudy Special had a great deal of trouble walking after only two
or three. No one had been known to order a fifth.

As the two were enjoying the sun and trying to tell each others
fortune with palmistry, a man and woman sat down at the table
next to theirs. The man was explaining that he had stepped on
some sort of poisonous sea critter, and just gotten out of the
hospital that morning. The woman was having none of his story.
Finally the man called the resort manager over and asked him to
confirm where he had been the past couple days.

The manager graciously confirmed the man's story, and then the
woman seemed to come unglued. "Look, Arnold!" she shouted in a
very shrill voice. "I called you the next morning, don't give me
any of this bullshit! I talked to you!"

"Flo," the man replied reasonably, "I was in hospital. And that
morning I was delirious. It would have been impossible to talk to
me then. Call the hospital. I just got out this morning and came
right over to see you. I was really hurt you never came by to see
how I was doing."

The woman's shrill voice suddenly clicked in Rudy's memory as she
continued, "Well, I talked to someone! If it wasn't you, who the
hell was it? I waited over an hour for you to come, and you stood
me up!"

Luckily, Rudy had just swallowed a large mouthful of Rudy's
Special or he would have choked. Trying to be unobtrusive, he
pulled Nancy to her feet and quickly led her off the patio. As
they headed back to the bungalow he tried to explain who the
woman was and what was happening. Just as they disappeared from
sight of the pool, Nancy began laughing hysterically, while
taking the opportunity to cling hard to Rudy. Rudy just smiled
enigmatically as he wrapped his arms around his lovely woman. At
last Rudy could dismiss the shrill voice that had berated him on
the phone that magical, catastrophic morning. The mystery of the
shrill voice on the telephone was solved.

As luck would have it after the trip was over and they returned
home, Rudy discovered that the most reasonable air connections
could be made when he spent the night before at Nancy's condo. It
was also much more convenient to stop overnight at her place when
he returned, and then to proceed directly to his office the next
morning.

Unless it was a weekend of course, on weekends Nancy would
accompany him to his apartment Saturday morning after they got
up. There she would help him straighten it up, then stay for
dinner that night and church the next morning. It just proved to
be so much more convenient.

Seventeen months after the dream vacation, Rudy and Nancy had an
unexpected emergency. Nancy, the career woman, discovered that
she had somehow forgotten to take a birth control pill (or two or
three) on a ski vacation that the two of them had taken to Aspen.
Luckily they discovered a perfect four-bedroom ranch style house
almost exactly half way between the hospital and Rudy's office,
and moved in right after the marriage.

That was the same month Rudy was made Sales Manager. He could
plan his 'now-to-be-infrequent' sales trips at his own
convenience. 

The boon of scheduling his sales trips was to be of special
benefit. Rudy discovered he had a talent for coaching both Girls'
Softball, and Little League Baseball. Luckily he was good at
each, or one of the twins may have felt slighted.


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