The Gemini

60 - Muse

September 22, 1991
Somewhere in Tahiti...

"Come in the water with me."

"So riptide can drag me away and I get stuck on some desert island somewhere? I don't think so."

Straight ahead, ocean waters lapped calmly at the sandy shore. Jody switched her view from there to back at her husband who relaxed in a half recline, cradling a bowl of fruit. He showed a smirky smile at his own exaggerated statement before dropping another grape into his mouth.

"Traveling by riptide," she jokingly intrigued, "I wonder what that's like."

Picking out another grape, "High class. You get two bags of peanuts and one of those little waters."

Water in the ocean?"

"Bottled water. Free refills."

A laugh. Jody stood, untying and slipping out of her coverup. Roger chose that moment to expertly toss a pineapple chunk, landing it down her cleavage.

"You can't even swim." he said, circling back to the topic.

"So what. I'm not going out that far."

Plucking out the fruit, Jody readied to toss it back at him.

Roger opened his mouth, "Aah."

She tried for the requested target and missed, hitting his chin instead.

"Terrible." he tsked.

"You're really not gonna come?" she asked.

"Nope."

"Fine. I'm going by myself."

Purposefully sounding a tad dejected, she hoped that it would sway him. No luck.

Chipper was his response, "I'll be here when you get back." he added on a little wave.

Jody turned and left as though she didn't care. "Don't watch my ass." she called back.

"Too late." Roger grinned, his eyes happily tranced by the hips and booty that belonged only to him. He thanked the Lord for bikinis.

Jody played around a bit, he watched the cuteness. At one point he considered going down to join, but quickly nixed it. He'd rather stay chilled in this cabana. It's enough that he came out of their villa, wherein all he wanted to do was take another dip in her ocean. But she wanted to get her feet in the sand again. She looked so childlike and beautiful with the way her eyes lit up when talking about the beach. He couldn't dare say no.

So he got dressed in relaxing white. His shirt billowed in the breeze, his pants didn't have anything fancy on them, his feet bare. This all being a stark opposite of the first day they came down here, he was decked in full regalia. Jody wasn't very pleased. She asked him to act as though this were the only time he had to breathe and unwind. So, on the third day, he did. It felt good to truly relax, he wished he'd done it earlier.

Jody came back dripping in salt water.

"Have fun?"

"Mhm."

She went for her towel, but had a sneaky change of heart. Wringing her wet hair, she flicked the liquid at him.

"Come on now, don't get me wet." Roger complained with a frown, hand going up to touch his hair.

"Don't worry, I didn't mess up my masterpiece."

It was a masterpiece alright... As a part of his relaxation Roger retired the typhoon to let his scalp breathe. This morning Jody begged to give him a temporary new look. Putting hesitance aside, and because they were staying in today anyway, he let her play.