This is called fluff for an obvious reason. That's all it is! Fluff Webb/Mac Answer to Laurel's Challenge Rated R - no plot no point. Well maybe to bash Harm. heh heh Disclaimer - not mine ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~* 0800 hours A little bed and breakfast Grand Canyon, Arizona "Sarah, I have checked with the National Weather Service three times. The weather is going to be perfect," Clay whined, trying to push her out of bed. "Clay, I am not sure that riding a donkey into the Grand Canyon is much fun," she retorted, pulling the blankets back over her head. "Please, honey. Do this one thing for me. Then I swear I will take you to Vegas. Ok?" "Wouldn't you rather see it from a helo?" "No. We both spend too much time in helos. When was the last time you rode a donkey?" "CLAYTON!" Sarah bellowed, laughing from under the covers. "Pleeeease!" "Are you going to whine all day?" "Only if you make me." "Ok," Sarah moaned, knowing she was defeated. "But we are heading to Vegas right after, and then I am spending a few hours in a spa." "Fine. Let's go!" ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~* "CLAY!! I don't think this donkey likes me!" Sarah cried out, hanging on for dear life. "Whoa, whoa donkey!" "Sarah, honey," Clay laughed. "Relax. It just feels funny because it is a steep decline." "WHOOOOA! WHOA DONKEY!" "Sarah!" he continued to laugh, snapping pictures of his fearful Marine. "I'm going to shove that camera up your ass, Webb!" she yelled. "Did you hear that?" he said to the donkey he was riding. The donkey brayed in response causing Sarah's to begin running. "Oh shit! CLAYTON! CLAYTON get me off this thing!" she screamed as the donkey took off down the path. The guide and Clay were unable to help her, however, they both were crying from laughing too hard. At the bottom of the canyon, Sarah stood indignantly. She looked like she was about to punch the donkey that was wandering around her. "Are you ok?" Clay asked, snickering. "You get on that cell phone, and call a helo in here ASAP!" she demanded. "I can't get a signal from down here." "Then ride your ass back to the top!" she ordered. "It is going to take a couple of hours to get back up there. What are you going to do? Stand down here alone?" Fed up with his inability to keep a straight face, Sarah walked over, and pulled him off the donkey. "If you ever want a piece of THIS ass again, then you will get me out of here via a HELO! Am I making myself CLEAR?" "Very," he smiled. Moments later a Blackhawk helicopter was hovering above. "I called while you were hauling ass, as it were," he laughed. "UGH!" she groaned, pushing him down. ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~* 1130 hours Back at the bed and breakfast, Sarah did her best to continue ignoring Clay. He, on the other hand, was busy chattering away. "Clay, please shut up." "Are you talking to me?" he said, imitating Robert DeNiro. "Oh give it up." "Not likely," Clay responded, throwing his arms around her waist, and tackling her. "Clayton Webb!" she laughed as he tickled her. "You are glutton for punishment!" He pinned her down, and began kissing her neck. "Make love to me like a wild woman!" "If you insist!" she yelled, rolling him over in one movement. Having Clay secure, Sarah began grinding her groin to his. "Oh baby. That's what I want," he groaned in approval. "Yeah. What about this?" she moaned, pulling her tee shirt off. While he happily watched, she continued by taking her bra off. "Ohhh." She was running her hands over her breasts when Clay's cell phone rang. "Oh please don't tell me there is a national emergency now!" she whined as he reluctantly answered. "Webb! AJ, hello." "Webb, I hope that I am not interrupting anything," the Admiral started as if he knew. "No, not at all." "Good. I am not happy to be making this call. I am having lunch with President Bush at the White House!" "Jeez, what is going on that you need to call?" Clay wondered out loud. "Rabb!" "Rabb?" "Put Colonel MacKenzie on the phone." "Sarah, AJ wants to talk to you about Rabb," Clay reiterated as he handed her the phone. Finding it necessary to cover herself, Sarah lay next to Clay. "Sir? Is Harm ok?" "Colonel, let me make this short. I am seriously considering having him locked up in a sanitarium! He is in the Las Vegas City jail with Keeter. Need I say more?" "No, sir. We are on our way." "What?" Clay asked, concerned. "I don't know what happened, but Keeter and Harm are in the Vegas jail." "Keeter? That pilot friend that we sprung in Iran?" "That would be the one." "This will be good." "Did I mention that the Admiral is considering locking Harm up in a sanitarium?" "Oh? Where is my camera?" ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~* 1400 hours Las Vegas City Jail "So," the officer started. "Those two are friends of yours?" "Yes. Why do you say it like that?" Sarah asked worriedly. "They are quite a pair," the officer said with a shake of his head. Finally Clay had to say something. "This wasn't another 'Tailhook' was it?" "More like operation bunny tail," the officer said loudly, causing the other police men and women to laugh out loud. "You know we get all kinds in here." Sarah and Clay looked at each other oddly. They mouthed the words 'bunny tail', and were completely perplexed. "If you follow me, I'll take you down to the holding cell where they are very popular." "I really don't understand all the jokes. What did they do exactly?" Sarah asked. "As I said, they were both charged with disorderly conduct." "Right, officer, but what we want to know is why," Clay stated. "You'll see," the officer smiled, opening the first of two heavy steel doors. Once in front of the holding pen, Sarah and Clay scanned for Harm and Keeter. "I don't see them," Sarah said to Clay. "Oh boys," the officer rang out. "Your bail has been paid." Much to Sarah's horror, and Clay's amusement, Harm and Keeter came forward dressed head to toe in Playboy Bunny costumes. "What the hell is going on?" she yelled mortified. "WEBB! Stop taking pictures!" Harm groaned. "Rabb, where did you guys. No, what possessed you two to dress like that?" Clay laughed. "It was an innocent bachelor party," Keeter quietly said. Sarah's mouth was hanging open, and Clay was laughing hysterically as they picked up their belongings. "Three X-rated videos: 'Mrs. Smith does Washington', 'Barbie's Beach House', and 'Admiral Ginger's Privilege.' Four boxes of assorted French ticklers. One rubber woman fully inflated. And, one rubber ewe fully inflated," the guard said as he set it all out on the counter. "Oh god," Sarah whispered, the laughter preventing her from staying serious. "You two were out dressed like that, carrying those items? Are you drunk?" "Yes, no," both Harm and Keeter replied. "Well which is it?" Clay asked fatherly. "You stay out of this, Webb," Harm angrily replied. "We were drinking, yes, but we aren't drunk. We just got lost in the hotel on our way to the private room we rented." "Excuse me, Colonel is it?" a tall officer holding a videotape asked. "Yes?" "This is a copy of the tape from hotel security. You might need it as evidence," he replied handing her the tape. "You mean it is on video?" Clay guffawed. "Yes. And I must say, those two can really run in heels." Sarah and Clay looked at each other, then at Harm and Keeter. As the two homely looking bunnies turned red with embarrassment, Clay snapped more pictures while laughing. "You know," Sarah said through tears. "We have you two by the bunny tail for a long time!" ~~*end*~~