It had been a normal few weeks at the pub. My two wives and myself had decided some R&R was in order as we had been working hard ever since we got back. The 4th of July Beach Party was next week and we knew that the preparations and such would be taking up a vast majority of our time so we decided to get a pre-break in before the madness descended. We packed up a picnic lunch and headed to the beach. Pint jumped in the car at the last-minute which kind of shocked me but I went with it. Not like I had any choice anyway.
The Pub had been bouncing as both the inside and the outside courtyard had been full of patrons for weeks. It was warm to hot as far as weather so most of the patrons were exercising the ‘clothing optional’ part of the pub and for many days a sort of heat wave hit so only me and the barmaids were clothed for a few days but even the girls were wearing their more revealing courtyard outfit even inside. My girls kept up with the demand for my theology and I had to spend the rest of my time in my cellar brewing everything from my simplest stuff to Blood Moon Wine to keep the Silver Shields supplied. As Independence Day approached though things began to die down. Tequila, Connie and Myself felt things had died down enough so we decided today was a day to beat a hasty retreat and get some well needed rest.
We headed to the nude beach (nudity required which cuts down on numbers of tourists) and after shedding our clothes we set up blanket, large umbrella, chairs and a small pillow for Pint beside my chair. I collapsed into my chair and broke out a book. The ladies together dropped the cooler down which contained, cold fried chicken, sandwiches, brews and wine coolers. They served up Pint three bowls of beer which he promptly drank one of and then curled up and fell asleep. He was positioned right so that while I was reading I could drop down one arm and scratch his ears.
The girls went right to work trying to get a tan line free tan. They would rotate together and take turns putting sunscreen on each other. I of course simple took it all in that two beautiful and lovely women who also happened to be both my wives were getting along so well and enjoying each others company. After an hour though they both rubbed sunscreen on each other one more time and jumped up and headed into the surf. I pretended to place my book down and nod off but the truth is I was watching my lovelies play in the surf. I was glad that when I put down my book that it had indeed covered up the fact that I was indeed aroused.
Pint woke up and after downing his second beer took off to play with girls. I love those beagle ears when be was bounding as it makes him look like he is flying. Pint took turns chasing the girls and they chased them. After a while though they came back and flung themselves down exhausted. Pint soon followed and after drinking his last bowl of beer curled up again and took a nap. I myself renewed reading my book.
At roughly noon we had the chicken and sandwiches and the brews. We also had some bottled water to keep up our hydration. The afternoon consisted of me getting off my chair and taking turns cuddling each of them and engaging in small talk. Soon I found myself in between both of them cuddling me on each side. Pint finally woke up and ate the sandwich we had saved for him.
As the sun started to set we gathered up out things and headed home to the mansion. I was about to send the driver to the pub with Pint but he hopped out and ran up the steps into our home.
“You suppose he gets lonely without us Boss?”
“Could be, but regardless he is a friend so make up a bed for him.”
“No need, he can sleep with which ever of us isn’t with you.”
It became a strange thing how Pint seemed to not only adopt the Pub as his favorite place but our home as his as well. It began to pan out exactly as Tequila had predicted and Pint became part of the bedtime tradition. He would follow all three of us up the stairs. The girl who was sleeping alone that night would kiss me and then he would follow her to her bedroom. One night I peeked in and there he was curled up on the corner of the bed sleeping. After that night in a purely platonic sense nobody slept alone anymore.
Perhaps he is lonely or maybe he just likes to dwell with people. Even though he is eternal, Pint seems to have a great fondness for people who love him and wants to be with them. I walked in that night and kissed him on the head. He opened one eye slightly but once he saw me he fell back to sleep. He then went into a dream where it looked like he was chasing something. I grinned and went back to my room. If he wanted to stay here with us til we all were gone – he was always welcome.
Welcome to All Things Rabyd, your friendly neighborhood ‘clothing optional’ theology pub. I, the Rabyd Theologian and your bartender, thank you for stopping by. Please drink your theology responsibly or have a designated driver to get you home. Please tip your waitress and they might give you a kiss on the cheek. Just remember life is short so enjoy it.