Dragon Boat

Then, and way too soon, the home dock was in view and the read outs were running slowly down toward zero. The radio must be off because she doesn’t answer. I hear myself crying, “No, No, No! More! Please, Oh Please!” And now the read-outs are dark. I watch her tying up to the dock and know my bonds are loose. The canopy opens and she takes my helmet off. Her arms are lifting me out and I’m standing on the dock holding her as she leads me toward her house. I’m exhausted. An understatement that. One of her hands holding my hands, her other hand on my bottom. At the end of the dock she stops and lifts my chin for a kiss. So soft, so sweet.

We break and she says,

“There’s still that matter of two dozen lashes.”