Mick and Kristie lived together for several months while they were in college. They made out on the lawn between classes and hung out in the cafeteria playing cards with friends and studying for exams. Kristie was into show business and politics. Mick was into games.
He was a gun aficionado and liked to keep several weapons on hand. It seemed like every drawer she looked into had a gun in it. The bedside table. The bottom drawer in the kitchen. A small bathroom cabinet. A shot gun in the closet behind the clothes. It used to scare the hell out of her. She believed you should keep weapons in one place and the ammunition in another and NOT scatter them all about the house in various drawers and cupboards.
Mick liked to play practical jokes. He rigged up a pail of water that came down on her head while she was sitting on the toilet in the bathroom. So, she nailed the door shut with him in the shower to get even. He managed to crawl out of the smallest window, and then chased her around the house tearing off her clothes as he caught her until they ended up in a heap of laughter and breathlessness on the floor making love.
They went out to the beach one summery weekend day; Shelley, a costume designer friend of theirs, Mick, and Kristie. The dunes area was clothing optional, so they decided to bathe nude. Shelley and Kristie folded their clothes in neat little piles and laid down to begin their sun worship.
Mick began walking around looking here and there around the dunes. They thought nothing of it until he grabbed their clothes and began running toward the road. Both girls got up screaming and started running after him breasts swinging and butts jiggling. He was laughing the whole time as he played his game of Marco Polo. Of course he had the upper hand because he could run faster. “Marco…” he called out running to hide behind a sand dune or a clump of brush. “Marco…”
“Mick! Mi..ick..k!” they whined. All they heard was evil laughter. The girls were exhausted from the chase and went back to where they had been sunbathing searching for their blanket and towels which he had doubled back for and also taken. So there they were, naked in the sun on the dunes. It wasn’t funny anymore. Mick finally relented and came back. The fun was over, so they all got dressed immediately and headed for home.
By this time, Kristie was living with one of her gay friends, a chorus boy they called “Unkee” affectionately. The whole group they hung out with was really into theater, doing shows all the time. They were having a blast! Kristie was still seeing Mick off and on.
One night about 3:00 AM, Mick silently crept into the house in complete darkness like a ninja, stripped Kristie and Unkee naked, and hog tied them! They tried to fight back, but they had been wakened out of a deep sleep and were confused and a little frightened at first. Mick just left them there his evil laughter echoing after him as he jumped effortlessly over the six foot fence at the back of the house.
How one guy can strip and tie up two people with no help? When they realized it was Mick they began screaming with laughter. They got loose by crawling and rolling over to each other in the darkness and helping untie the knots that held them. Mick called on the phone just as they were getting free with his evil laughter. They were definitely planning to get even . Mick promised that if they hadn’t answered the phone he was going to come back and untie them.
They plotted their revenge. They waited a couple of weeks to let things calm down, and said nothing. They organized a raiding party in the middle of the night. Three of them: Shelley, Unkee, and Kristie climbed over his fence, broke into his house, and surprised him while he was sleeping.
He jumped up naked with a nice looking erection. They all paused for a moment to admire it. He had been having a really great erotic dream about the African Haitian dance teacher. They were all sorry to let that erection go to waste, but by now the moment of their hesitation while staring at his erotic spear had elevated him into full defense mode.
He shook off the sleep and most of his hard on and grabbed a four foot bamboo pole he had hidden somewhere in his room and began chasing the three inept Ninjas around the house making serious growling and grunting noises. He managed to get in a couple of wallops on each of their asses as they ran. They were all laughing, screaming, and running around the house waking his room mates who were not amused the next day when they had exams to take.
The raids ended that night, but Mick and Kristie still remained friends and lovers for many years off and on. He is a working actor and she sees him playing bit parts on TV and in movies. He has also been in a few commercials. He always plays the plumber with butt crack showing, a silly blow dryer guy, or the odd gardener. But the image of him she likes to remember most is naked with a hard on and a bamboo stick poised and ready to fight. Oh, Mick!
(First published 8/5/11)
