Hump Day Kick Start – No-shave November, Week 2 Edition

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

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Continuing on with a whiskered month, I give you today’s prompt.

Tell me about this pic. Note the expression on their faces. What’s going on? After being chased by drug-running  pirates, were they stranded on a tropical island after their catamaran sank and his shaving kit just washed up on shore?  Maybe they’re strangers thrown together by circumstance and the heat—either from the sun or their attraction—has finally gotten to them. Just look at his smirk. Let’s assume they are enemies and he’s smiling because he tricked her, daring her, provoking her—she gets to shave his face and, if she doesn’t slit his throat, he gets to do whatever he pleases with her, which would involve the shaving cream.

Did she convince him it was no longer November?

Caption the pic or tell me a tale. I’d love to hear from you.

13 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – No-shave November, Week 2 Edition

  1. Sarah Andre says:

    Mmmm! Much better. And the damn thing is getting shaved OFF. I can work with this. Be back later. 😉

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    Looking forward to what you come up with, Sarah.

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  3. Sarah Andre says:

    A month ago Michael quit the cutthroat life on Wall Street and now schleps drinks at the Ritz Carlton in Maui–the bar on the beach, not the snooty one indoors. He doesn’t regret the decision to give up his high-powered career or the money that came with it. All you had to do was experience one sunset on Maui to never look back. He already had more money than he’d ever need. Life was all about having fun and where could you do that better than here?

    Naturally being the bartender at the Ritz beach bar gave him an ample supply of willing, wealthy women and once in awhile he enjoyed a romp but he had his eye on one of the belly dancers that came each Wednesday night for the luau. A goddess of beauty and grace…and boy, could she rotate those hips! Her name was Manlai Wakawaki. Although the troupe would stop by the bar after the frenzied dancing, Manlai rarely said more than ‘hi.’ He finally resorted to asking another dancer what he could possibly do to get to know Manlai better.

    “She’s getting a PhD in marine biology, she’s very studious and serious. It’s not that your status as a bartender turns her off, it’s that you don’t seem to have any ambition to do anything else.”
    He almost laughed. Almost. “Let her know I have a masters in finance and I’m just biding my time until I can buy the Ritz Carlton property and call the whole place Michael’s. And not the hobby shop either.”

    She laughed and promised to speak to Manlai on his behalf. The next afternoon while most guests were taking a Hawaiian siesta Michael saw a vision walking the beach toward him. It was Manlai, not in costume but itty bitty white shorts and a black halter top. So much luscious skin. By the time she wandered up to the bar his mouth was dry from want. She greeted him shyly and he used every bartender trick in his repertoire to get her to relax. Jokes, a couple of magic tricks, listening intently as she spoke and asking questions to keep the conversation humming along. He concocted a strong rum punch and stuck a little pink umbrella in it for her–called it the Manlai Martini. It took some time, but when he heard her cascading laugh for the first time his knees went weak.

    She smelled of coconut lotion and her arms and long, lean legs were slick with oil. She finished lamenting about the difficulty of writing her thesis, and he asked, “If you had three wishes what would they be?”
    She thought a moment and then said, “I guess I’d be selfish if I didn’t want world peace as my first answer.” He nodded and motioned for her to continue. “I wish my doctorate was already finished and I could spend my time working with endangered sea creatures.”

    He smiled in encouragement when she hesitated. “Go on.”
    “My third wish is to see how handsome you could be without that icky beard. See you be yourself.”
    His eyebrows shot up. Beards were all the rage on Wall Street. Hadn’t had a single woman he’d hooked up with at the Ritz complain before either. But Manlai was different. A serious, sensitive soul. Someone who looked beyond trends and e-gadgets. Someone who danced with her heart and soul every Wednesday night and spent her days working on a thesis to save sea creatures. His heart was in her hands and she didn’t even know it.

    “What about you?” she asked. “What would you wish for?”
    “A date with you,” he said promptly. She blushed.
    “Then another date with you.” She laughed, that tinkling cascading sound. He worked hard to keep his mouth from sagging open.
    “And the third wish?” she asked. “Don’t tell me. Another date with me?” There was a coyness to her voice. A lightheartedness he hoped he’d helped put there.
    “No, Manlai. For you to shave my beard off.”

    And so she did. As you can see by both her hands, she’s made quite a mess of it, but Michael is delirious with happiness. Watching her work on him, smelling the sea and coconut on her skin and getting to encircle her with his arms and legs. He hopes this task goes on for a long, long while.

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  4. jbrayweber says:

    I. Love. This. How do you do it? Every week, too. Oh, that’s right. You are truly gifted!

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  5. jeff7salter says:

    Well, this one’s easy:
    Jane had been bugging Bill about his beard for over a week, when finally Bill relented.
    “But if you want me without a beard, you’ll have to do the shaving,” he added.
    “With pleasure,” replied Jane, quickly collecting the items and managing to smear shaving cream on Bill’s back in the process.
    And just as Jane was beginning the first stroke down his cheek, Bill added, “on one condition…”
    “And what might that be?” she asked.
    “You shave me high… and I shave you low.”

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  6. jbrayweber says:

    HAHA! I think you knew I’d find this one funny. You’ve become so edgy, lately. But I like it, Jeff.

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  7. jeff7salter says:

    edgy? Moi?

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  8. jbrayweber says:

    Well…yeah, you. Hard to believe innit?

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  9. jeff7salter says:

    LOL. I think Sarah wins the “Edgy” Award… every week!

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  10. jbrayweber says:

    While this may be true, you are running a claose second.

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  11. jeff7salter says:

    I can never match the detail and intensity of Sarah’s work.
    She’s the queen of Hump Day Kick Start.

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  12. Sarah Andre says:

    Love you, Jeff. Smooch!

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  13. jeff7salter says:

    muah

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