A Racy Situation—Q & A
An idea tagged—RACY. Why, Charles and Heather simply had to learn more.
However, today I’m actually finding myself in a difficult calling. So, I do my best to answer them. The spirit of course moves me. I’m obviously raw and totally riveting. But also I’m the oldest surviving block-head on the planet for getting involved with them. Obviously, I like to walk on the wild side. Actually that’s a gimme and I’ve got mail.
Leaning in together they asked, “Does this activity have any real value for us…if we die before retiring. We like roughing it?”
“If you die. BOLD, I LIKE THAT,” I nodded puzzling over their question.
I’m finding that answering Charles and Heather’s questions is like hip wadding with hungry crocks. (About now I’m liking the idea of hip wadding with hungry crocks.)
Of course, I had an answer for them fast, “Yes of course. Racy simply means having an agreeably peculiar taste or flavor. Like boundless innovation. The idea behind racy is simple. And you’ll want to be alive for that.”
Looking at each other they… “hummed,” in unison.
Then I leaned in, “In other words—inhibitions be damn. Hang-ups—no way. Shy—by, by.”
In other-words how far will they go to find amazing?
RACY, that’ll tame Charles and Heather—for a moment.
I’d like to send them to a summer camp for grown-ups. Or rather leave them on an island in Newfoundland. Perhaps let them putt a hole and then get a round of pampering instead. Another interesting idea. A self-driving tour of pottery and paper-making. Or just let them go jump in a lake. Better yet, let them wing-it.
“Say, are there any ideas that you might be willing to provide us with?” they asked, with weak interest.
I can tell you that I was prepared for their question. “Yes,” I said, smoothly. “You and Heather may pick one of the following options. How about doing some pontooning—NUDE. I hear it’s a thrilling game for two. You can also choose NAKED sea-dooing. Which is a perfect power breakfast.”
My last suggestion was a game of wake-boarding—PARTIALLY DISROBED.
“CAREFUL,” they squawked.
I was pleased with both myself and my answers. However, Charles and Heather didn’t seem to respond well to the details.
Instead they were ready with yet another question. “Why is it, that this activity is being left completely up to us?”
Without the slightest hesitation, I blurted. “Try flying your own way. Instead of having sex in bed do it in a tree instead. If that idea don’t suit you, try a NUDE horseback ride through town.”
Either one is most disturbing!
“Really?… Neither sounds half bad,” they said grinning.
“How about a racy paddle-board trip,” she replied.
“I’ll go for wake-boarding, PARTIALLY DISROBED?” he said pleased.
“A risqué picnic or lively pillow fight might work,” she retorted, evenly.
“Not good puss.”
“Risqué sea-dooing maybe,” smiling cleverly at his choice.
“Okay, now you’re finally getting it,” replying cooly and taking neither of them seriously.
They smiled receptive. Then Charles fired a look at Heather saying, “We can call it anything we like. But baby lay some skin on me!”
I shook my head while snickering at his comment.
They gave their final words on being racy. “We’re not making anymore waterfront, as the adage goes. We just want to get there before anyone else does.”
With that I hurried out. “What do ya know. Another satisfied customer,” I mumbled to myself.
“Damn, I’m good!”
