The Island
Hot Tub
It had been a pretty strenuous night.
There had been a spontaneous orgy.
Fueled by mango wine and Jim Beam whiskey it had been one of the more notable “rumbles”.
Mary Anne was stiff and hung over.
There was one thing to do – hot tub.
It wasn’t really a tub so much as a geothermal pool.
The steaming water nicely approximated a hot tub.
She mounted the top step to see Ginger had gotten there first.
She looked up through dark glasses. ‘Good morning.”
“Good morning , Ginger”, Mary Anne said, shucking her robe. “I need some heat.”
As Mary Anne clambered into the water, Ginger admired her body.
She was taut, with muscles built during her life on the farm.
Sometimes Ginger felt a little bony next to Mary Anne.
She thought mary Anne was sexy. They frequenltly made love.
But neither was in the mood at the moment.
Mary Anne settled in.
“A few more like that and I’ll be ready for the old folks home.”
“Nonsense” said Mrs Howell, who had just arrived.
“Im twice your age and I’m not there yet..”
She stopped. ‘Ginger,” she asked, “How did you get here so fast?”
Ginger shrugged.
No matter.” Mrs Howell said. ‘Either of you want tea?”
They both declined.
Howell placed her teacup on the pool’s rim, dropped her robe, and slipped into the water.
“It’s beter than the Hilton.”she said. “Just what I needed this morning.”
Ginger blurrily caught up. ”What do you mean, so fast?”
“Well” mrs Howell said ‘ I saw you down by the Huts on my way here.’
‘then when I got here, you were here.”
“I’ve been here for an hour.” she said. “And asleep before that.”
Ginger and Mary Anne looked at each other.
Ginger slipped deeper into the water, immersing her chin. 'I'll look into it later."