I wrap my arms around his neck and jump. I'm a s*x vixen. I'm fifty shades of grey, but I've flipped the roles. I'm the predator and he's the prey. I'm the red hot mama in charge, and he's going to submit.
I'm also heavier than I look, and he's caught off guard. He stumbles backward, swinging his grocery bag to try and catch his balance. But there's this momentum thing happening, and we just keep going.
Ah, physics. You're a horrible b***h.
We do a little dance: Stumble backward. Stumble backward. Teeter. Totter. Stumble backward. Stumble backward. Teeter. Totter.
But then the stumble backward crashes into the teeter totter, and we hit the boat's railing with surprising force and go right overboard.
Do you ever have dates like this?
We hit the water with a loud splash. We've fallen t
