“Lisa, hold still!!!” An exasperated Marie peered at her best friend through the camera lens once more.
“But there are bees everywhere!” Lisa complained. At first it had seemed a hoot, both of them wanting to take some pictures in the flowers. This was the first year the farm was growing a crop of purple bachelor buttons, or whatever they were called. They were gorgeous to look at in full bloom, acres and acres of them stretching across the field, but the bees were something else. Evidently they appreciated the purple view as much as they did, and it didn’t help that her husband had contacted an apiary to haul bee boxes in by the truckload to make sure the flower field was ‘good and pollinated.’
“And try to smile, why dontcha’?”
It was hard to smile with the persistent buzzing going on. For the most part the bees minded their own business, but still – the moment she turned her back, one of them might just take a nip at some random portion of her body. And clad in a purple bikini at the moment, there happened to be quite a bit of ‘nipping-area’ available to the little varmints.
“Maybe if we hosed them off they would leave this part of the field,” Marie speculated.
“Maybe I should take the camera and you can show me how it’s done,” Lisa countered.
Marie grinned at her flustered best friend. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea in the world, but it had seemed like one in the middle of the winter when it came to mind. Lisa’s trouble was probably that she was as sweet as honey, and that’s why the bees were bugging her the way they were. Then she had a thought. “Here, try this.” Throwing her friend the bottle of tanning oil, she watched to be sure Lisa caught it. “It’s the smelliest stuff I have. Maybe that will repel the bees.”
It was worth a try. Gritting her teeth, Lisa rubbed herself down with it, trying to remind herself of why she wanted to do this in the first place, and that was to give her dear husband another screen saver for his office computer, something for him to ‘drool on’ that would be a continual reminder of what he had at home. She already knew it didn’t take a picture to accomplish that, but it was fun to know he was lusting after her all day long!
“Hey now, that looks hot!” Marie admired. Lisa seemed to positively gleam in the sunshine. “Look out – slippery when wet!”
“Whatever,” Lisa grinned wryly, swatting at another bee. “I’m not sure this works anyway… that one seemed mad.”
“Only because you swatted at him. Now smile!” Marie grinned again as she looked at her beautiful best friend through the camera. Lisa gamely attempted a smile and Marie clicked the shutter. “That’s the stuff.”
Several poses and over an hour later, Lisa had had quite enough. She particularly rejected Marie’s latest suggested pose, where she wondered how it would look if Lisa sat perched on top of one of the bee boxes. That was instantly vetoed, as was her laughing friend’s suggestion that they figure out how to construct a ‘bee’ bikini. Nope. That wasn’t going to happen in this century or the next.
“Now it’s your turn.”
“Don’t think so.”
“Oh? Are you all of a sudden allergic to honey bees?”
“Yep.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“But there are bees everywhere!” Lisa complained. At first it had seemed a hoot, both of them wanting to take some pictures in the flowers. This was the first year the farm was growing a crop of purple bachelor buttons, or whatever they were called. They were gorgeous to look at in full bloom, acres and acres of them stretching across the field, but the bees were something else. Evidently they appreciated the purple view as much as they did, and it didn’t help that her husband had contacted an apiary to haul bee boxes in by the truckload to make sure the flower field was ‘good and pollinated.’
“And try to smile, why dontcha’?”
It was hard to smile with the persistent buzzing going on. For the most part the bees minded their own business, but still – the moment she turned her back, one of them might just take a nip at some random portion of her body. And clad in a purple bikini at the moment, there happened to be quite a bit of ‘nipping-area’ available to the little varmints.
“Maybe if we hosed them off they would leave this part of the field,” Marie speculated.
“Maybe I should take the camera and you can show me how it’s done,” Lisa countered.
Marie grinned at her flustered best friend. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea in the world, but it had seemed like one in the middle of the winter when it came to mind. Lisa’s trouble was probably that she was as sweet as honey, and that’s why the bees were bugging her the way they were. Then she had a thought. “Here, try this.” Throwing her friend the bottle of tanning oil, she watched to be sure Lisa caught it. “It’s the smelliest stuff I have. Maybe that will repel the bees.”
It was worth a try. Gritting her teeth, Lisa rubbed herself down with it, trying to remind herself of why she wanted to do this in the first place, and that was to give her dear husband another screen saver for his office computer, something for him to ‘drool on’ that would be a continual reminder of what he had at home. She already knew it didn’t take a picture to accomplish that, but it was fun to know he was lusting after her all day long!
“Hey now, that looks hot!” Marie admired. Lisa seemed to positively gleam in the sunshine. “Look out – slippery when wet!”
“Whatever,” Lisa grinned wryly, swatting at another bee. “I’m not sure this works anyway… that one seemed mad.”
“Only because you swatted at him. Now smile!” Marie grinned again as she looked at her beautiful best friend through the camera. Lisa gamely attempted a smile and Marie clicked the shutter. “That’s the stuff.”
Several poses and over an hour later, Lisa had had quite enough. She particularly rejected Marie’s latest suggested pose, where she wondered how it would look if Lisa sat perched on top of one of the bee boxes. That was instantly vetoed, as was her laughing friend’s suggestion that they figure out how to construct a ‘bee’ bikini. Nope. That wasn’t going to happen in this century or the next.
“Now it’s your turn.”
“Don’t think so.”
“Oh? Are you all of a sudden allergic to honey bees?”
“Yep.”
“We’ll see about that.”
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