Risky Pursuit

“I’ll miss you all day long.” I pouted. “I wish you didn’t have to work weekends.”

“Me too. But you’ll have the whole day to yourself. Our anniversary is coming up soon. Why don’t you research vacation destinations to celebrate twenty-one of the best years of my life?”

“You mean our lives. Hey, we always climb Moro Rock and pop a bottle of Champagne.”

“We can do that again, but I was thinking more along the lines of something, I don’t know, more risky.”

I took a step back. Just contemplating daring feats others find exhilarating elevated my fear factor quadruple fold. “Perhaps you don’t remember how scared shitless I am of heights. Isn’t climbing somewhere shy of 6,725 feet risky enough?”

Lacey pulled me back into her embrace. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, but please don’t suggest jumping out of airplanes or hang gliding because it’s not happening in this lifetime, or ever.”

“Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of a new pursuit. What would you say to mind-blowing sex, both of us as naked as the day we were born, right there on top of old Moro Rock?”