Originally Answered: ☺ Can you write an amusing little tale about winning a contest only to find that your get-away-weekend?
Okay, okay, so it wasn't the Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes but, hey, a weekend away from the kids is a weekend away from the kids! Anyway, it had been a long time since my wife, Samantha and I, had spent the entire evening by ourselves and I was ready and randy to go.
So, after driving up the coast for a couple of hours, I followed the turn-off to Bed and Breakfast.
We met one of the owners, Jane, at the front door and she showed us around the place. It was the off-season so we we the only couple in the place. It was quiet enough. Not too far from the city but far enough away that it we felt like we were somewhere else for a change. In addition, the house was nestled in a quaint wooded area in a small valley. The only way in and out was the winding road that lead to the highway.
It was late afternoon by the time we had unpacked the car and settled into the room. Samantha spotted the old, cast iron tub with claw feet and decided she needed to relax in a long, hot bath. I talked outside on the front porch with Bob and shared a pitcher of Lemonade.
After about half an hour, Samantha joined us on the front porch. The bath must have done something for her because she indeed looked very relaxed. As she walked out onto the porch, she moved between me and the sun which was now lower in the sky. The light danced through her loose cotton dress and exposed her curved body. Her hair was still wet and it was obvious that she had only lightly brushed it because it was still a little tangled. She reminded me of the younger woman I had married-one that was not stressed by having to deal with the complexities of juggling kids and a career but was more care-free. And looking at her made me feel younger.
As she sat down, it was obvious that I had forgotten about Bob. His smile caught my attention. He had noticed the look on my face as I was watching my wife and said he was happy to see me start to relax a little bit as well.
"Most people come up here all wound up. It usually takes about a day for them to wind down enough to enjoy the beautiful scenery here."
Samantha hadn't noticed Bob at first, so I introduced the two of them to each other.
"So, what brought you here, Bob?" my wife asked.
"Well, Bob answered, "I used to be a neurosurgeon. It's a very stressful job."
"You mean like internal medicine?" I asked.
"No," Bob replied in a fake german accent. "Hearts and kidneys are tinker toys! I am talking about the central nervous system!"
"Hey, isn't that a line from a movie?"
Bob grinned as he answered, "Yes, but I liked the line, so I stole it!"
"So," Samantha continued, are you still in that line of work?"
"Sort of, it's mostly research and teaching now. I work with a bunch of students down at the University."
Samantha started to study Bob. She looked like she wanted to wanted to ask a question but was trying to figure out how to word it.
After a minute or two, Bob broke the ice. "What's on your mind, Samantha?"
"Well..., I was just wondering...I've seen movies about medical schools..."
"Well...is it true that you teach students by using cadaevers?"
"Yes, actually it is." Bob replied.
"Well...how do you get them, the cadevars I mean."
"Generally, they are derelicts. Unfortunately, they spend a lot of time getting drunk to forget whatever problem may haved caused them to become derelicts and, occasionally, they die. After about a week, if they still can't be identified, their bodies are donated by the county morgue to the school."
"Well...what if you run out of bodies? I mean, what if all of a sudden people stop getting so drunk that they die?"
"Well, then I guess I'll have to start going by the bars and buying drinks for them! Which reminds me, it's after 5, would you like some rum to spice up your lemonade?"
I laughed at the wicked smile that Bob flashed, but Samantha didn't find it funny at all.
Bob realized that Samantha hadn't appreciated his humor and, in a gentlemanly way, apologized. "I'm sorry, Samantha. It was a bad joke."
Although Samantha nodded her acceptance of the apology, Bob felt a little unconfortable about possibly offending his guests."Let me see how dinner is coming," he said and removed himself to the inside of the house.
Once alone with my wife, I could see that she was still a little upset. "That was kind of spooky wasn't it?" I asked to break the tension.
"Spooky? SPOOKY?! This is down-right HORRIFYING!!! Imagine making fun of dying."
I've been married long enough to know that, when my wife is angry, it's a lot easier to simply let it go than to try to calm her down. So, for the next few minutes, the two of us sat in silence just looking at the scenery.
After a while, Samantha looked at me and smiled a soft but sad smile. "Joe," she said, "I'm sorry. I know that you're working hard to make me happy and, right now, I feel like I'm ruining it for you. I was a little freaked out by what Bob said but, let's not let that spoil our weekend together."
"It's okay," I said. I was glad she was feeling better.
"I'll tell you what," she said, "Let's you and I have dinner in our room tonight. And then, after dinner, I think I can whip up a little desert for you."
She was starting to get that little twinkle in her eye which told me that, tonight, I was going to get taken care of in a very special way. She could see the smile growing on my face and she knew that I was ready to take care of her as well!
"I think I'm going to go upstairs and get ready for you. Don't be long."
I walked into the dining room just as Jane was preparing the table. "Hi, Jane. If it's okay with you, my wife and I are going to have dinner alone in our room tonight." Jane looked a little disappointed but just as quickly, brightened up and said that would be fine.
"I'll bring your dinner and a nice bottle of wine up to your room shortly," she said. "I'll also bring up a couple of candles. It will be a little more romantic that way. Besides, it's starting to cloud up a little. Sometimes, when it rains, the power goes out here."
I was a little surprised to hear that but, having grown up in the country I understood.
After a nice candlelit dinner, we were starting on our second bottle of wine when the wind began to kick up a little. It was whistling throught the eaves of the house and was making odd noises when, suddenly, it blasted through the open window and blew out the candles. I couldn't find the matches so I felt around for the light switch. I flicked them up and down a couple of times but, as Jane had predicted, the power had gone off.
Finally finding the matches, we lit the candles and walked over to shut the windows so the wind wouldn't blow them out again. The candle's dancing flames drew eerie patterns on the walls of the old house.
Samantha, remembering the stories that Bob had talked about earlier in the day, was getting a little nervous as she felt a cold chill across her back.
"Did you close all of the windows?" she asked.
"Yes, but I think there's an open one in the bathroom, let me check it out." I checked and sure enough, there was a window but it was closed tight.
When I returned, I could see that Samantha was looking a little upset. "What's going on?" I asked.
"I don't know," she replied. "I just feel strange-like someone is watching me."
I laughed a little. I could tell she was starting to feel the wine and I was sure the flickering light from the candles was playing with her mind a little.
"I need to go to the bathroom," she said. And with that, she got out of bed and walked to the door. But, suddenly, she stopped.
"What's going on," I asked.
"I don't know," she said, "but, I just got this really strange feeling-like something, or someone, is in the bathroom already. But they weren't using the bathroom, they were just looking at themselves in the mirror. And, then...then I felt this...despair! I don't know what is happening, but this is really starting to scare me."
With that, she climbed back into the bed and threw the covers over her.
"Come on babe, I thought you had to go to the bathroom."
"No, I don't want to go in there. Something is happening."
I walked in to the bathroom myself just to comfort her but it didn't do any good. "Babe, it's okay, I think you're just spooked by the wind and the candles."
"Come in with me," she said.
"I would rather wet the bed than go in that bathroom alone."
It sounded like a strange request, but anything to make her happy.
We went in to the bathroom together and I made sure nothing happened to her. Afterwards, it was getting a little chilly so we crawled into bed.
"I'm sorry, Joe." she said."You're right, I think it's just the wine."
The wind had picked up a little more and the room was starting to get a little colder. We held each other tight to keep each other warm. The warmth and closeness of her body was starting to get me a little excited but the noise that the wind was making was still a little scary. It made her hold me tighter. Before long, we were making love.
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