MOON dog Went Surfing<\/p>\n
By D.S. Maiorca<\/p>\n
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Pipeline danced through the air from a distant transistor radio and the salt breeze wisped through the sparse dune grass. There were a-framed waves to be had, and his pack was taking them, in the moment: one last ride at this beach, before they moved on.<\/p>\n
Cashed, he lay back basking in the warmth of the sun, its rays warming his toned body. To nap or maybe look for a Betty \u2014 so much daylight, so little time. His greatest concern for the day was to have one like last night. He could still smell her scent, could still taste her. She was still all over him. She was boss. Girls like that only came along every so often, but they were worth trying to get again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat a night,\u201d he thought. He couldn\u2019t even remember her name, if he ever had known it. He\u2019d spent most of the day looking for her, or someone like her. A nondescript Betty, there were a lot of femmes at this beach, but it couldn\u2019t be just anyone, he had his type, she had to have some curves. Skinny girls didn\u2019t have enough meat on their bones, and if she was too big, she didn\u2019t feel right.<\/p>\n
He knew it was time to move down the coast. He thought the youngsters might howl a bit \u2014 for two of them this had been their first beach since they joined \u2014 but he was the Alpha. Being Alpha meant it was his choice and no one would question that, or else they\u2019d have to deal with the big dog. And none of his bros wanted that. He thought he\u2019d lay back and enjoy the sun for a while then have the boys pack the woody up. Right now all he had to do was dream until dusk. He drifted off into a self-satisfied sleep.<\/p>\n
\u201cYo Bra, the loces are starting a bonfire.\u201d He has roused from his dreams by Slim, perhaps the fattest surfer ever. \u201cThere should be plenty uh action in a bit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToss me a beer, and I may forget you\u2019re blocking my sun.\u201d Slim grabbed a can from the cooler, throwing it to Moon Dog.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour Sun. The fat bastard\u2019s blocking the whole sun,\u201d shouted Dutch as he climbed the dune towards the group.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s ok. I\u2019ll go on a diet. Starting tomorrow I won\u2019t really eat for a month.\u201d They all laughed at Slim\u2019s joke.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou say that every month, Slim, and yet,\u201d Dutch said rubbing Slim\u2019s belly. \u201cNothing ever changes. Hell, Slim, I\u2019m beginning to wonder if you\u2019re not fat \u2013 just pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDude, I just woke up,\u201d Moon Dog barked, \u201cand I\u2019d like to keep my appetite.\u201d He stood up. \u201cHave the youngsters load the wagon. I\u2019d like to hit the road right after the bonfire.\u201d
\n\u201cAlready done, Dog,\u201d Dutch said, gesturing towards the loaded cars.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe sent them down to scout for Betties already,\u201d added Slim.<\/p>\n
Dog looked down the dunes at the bonfire, it was a shame to leave, he thought, but they\u2019d been hunting this spot for a month now, and pretty soon their welcome would be worn. Besides, there were other beaches down the coast, where the femmes weren\u2019t worried, and the waves were just as gnarly.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s hit the fire before the kids scare all the femmes away.\u201d He said as he started down the dune. Dutch and Slim followed dutifully.<\/p>\n
Then pinkish hues of sunset began to chase the daylight away while the flames from the fire reached out to kiss the coming night. The local guys had bailed on the bonfire, once the three of them showed. They knew the girls weren\u2019t interested in anyone they saw every day. Traveling surfers seemed so exotic to small town girls \u2014 girls with stars in their eyes, who wanted to see the world, and find their prince. Girls who dreamt big dreams but knew they\u2019d marry the local boys they had just chased away, the boys they called friend. Girls who knew their lives would never change.<\/p>\n
Two more hours of small talk and then the real fun would begin, thought Moon Dog. The youngsters had already broken from the pack, they weren\u2019t very particular, and would wander off with any girl that would go. Dutch was working it, chatting up a particularly tasty looking Betty. Moon Dog almost pulled rank, but decided to let Dutch have his fun. Slim was dancing wildly with a group, planning to grab whoever was closest when the time was right.
\nHe hadn\u2019t found his type, but had found two that would do. They walked back towards his car. The youngster had taken the woody, so he\u2019d take the Chevy. A short drive to some place secluded and then he could really sink his teeth into things.<\/p>\n
The Chevy growled as they tore away from the beach, he knew a little place higher up the dunes, a private place, where the full moon would be bitchin\u2019. A few miles up the dunes, a bottle of cheap wine, a few lies and they were there.<\/p>\n
The winds were starting to pick up as the as the full moon climbed into the night sky. He could see the distant waves crashing on the beach, greedily grabbing sand and pulling it, screaming, back to the sea. He knew the Betties were ready, their scents were so thick in the car he could taste them. Their panting and petting was fogging over the windows, he was breathless, as the moon reached its peak. And then the fun, the change began, his panting turned into ecstatic screaming, which turned into howls as he morphed. Their panting turned into terror as they realized that their lives would change, that they would end.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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