The Voyages Of The S.S. Amore (Pt. 4)
pouring another glass for Ed as well as himself. Sighing with contentment, Ben leaned back into the lounge chair and took in the view of the moonlit sea.
“This is the life, Ed,” Ben finally said, taking a sip of wine.
“That it is, my young friend,” Ed agreed and then pointed over at their ladies with his glass. “Looks like my Edna beat your new wife. You may have to trade her in.”
Ben chuckled and gazed at his wife as he she bent over to pick up the shuffleboard puck and return it to its stand. Her ass looked fantastic.
“Not a chance.”
“And what are you two deviants up to over here,” Edna joked as she sat heavily down next to her husband, who quickly gave her cheek an affectionate peck. “Think you could spare some of that hooch?”
“Finish mine, too much gives me heartburn,” Ed said. “I was just discussing with our new friends here that they should invest in some life insurance now that they're married. I mean everything looks great on your honeymoon, but life can change in a wink. Don't want to leave your partner in a lurch...”
“Oh, shut up Ed,” Edna grumbled. “We're on vacation and we agreed that you wouldn't try to sell anyone life insurance. I swear.”
“Are you two arguing again?” Diane said as she plopped down on Ben's lap, taking his wine from him and finishing it off. Smiling, he grabbed the bottle and refilled the glass.
“That's how it goes, honey,” Edna said, shaking her head. “One day, this one here will be talking poetry and love songs and the next, all business all the time. That's why I took up pilates. Trust me, I've been with this one fifty years tonight, so I know what I'm talking about.”
“You'll be dead inside long before that though,” Ed jokingly stage-whispered to Ben. Edna gave him a playful slap on the arm.
“It's so good to see a couple that's still together after so many years,” Diane sighed. “So many of our friends are already divorced. It's crazy.”
“You have to find a loving friend , not just a fuck buddy,” Edna stated, causing them all to break out into laughter. When it tapered off, Edna continued “Too many young people getting knocked up or just getting married so that they can have a party for themselves. Shameful. Ed and I love the same things, have the same hobbies, and we both enjoy just traveling the world and seeing what we can stir up.”
“Hear, hear,” Ben said, slurring a bit and raising the now empty wine bottle. “Oop! Looks like we need some more booze. How about it, Ed, think you can stand another bottle, or maybe you want some Metamucil?”
“Benjamin!” Diane cried out, shocked.
“You bring it on, sonny,” Ed smirked, giving the young man a challenging glare. “I'll drink you under the table. We'll let the women-folk drag us back to our cabins.”
Ben chuckled and slid out from underneath his newlywed wife. Weaving a bit he made his way to door that led off the balcony and into the fake Irish pub inside, he chucked the empty wine bottle over the railing and into the sea.
“Two points, straight into the water,” He said as he stepped into the quiet pub and walked right into the unyielding claws of Murdertron, the robot built for murder!