Bouncing Betty

Being from a neighborhood that "shares more than sugar" there is always a story to be told.  We live on the Rankin County side if the Ross Barnett Reservoir, and we always enjoy boat rides to the Madison side of the Rez.

Before we left,  I gave the spousal unit a $20 bill for a reserve fund, in case we needed some extra money.  The $20 was safely tucked away in her "safe".   Better safe than sorry.

On this particular day, we had a boat load.  The girls were in the front, and the guys in the back.  The ride over to the Madison side was fairly smooth.  The weather was beginning to take a change for the worse, so we set off to get home before the weather got really rough.  As we were working our way across the "Rez",  the water and waves were beginning to white cap.  We were in for a rough ride!

One neighbor, Becky, was wearing her favorite bikini.  Becky had positioned herself in the "V-hull" of the boat.  Becky had a boob job done back in the spring, and each time the boat would crash into a wave, Becky's boobs would begin working themselves out the sides of her Bra top.  John, the Captain, and I were getting our eyes full. 

The other ladies in the group had positioned themselves with their backs to the windshield of the boat.  These ladies were also having "boob issues".  One had on a suit with straps, the spousal unit was wearing a halter type suit.  Each time the boat hit a wave, these boobs were rocking and a rolling, but staying put.

The spousal unit's was just about to give those bad boys up, when she conceded, and with one quick motion, she re-adjusted herself with a big swoop of her top to reposition them back into position.  All of a sudden I see the $20 bill go flying up past me and into the roaring surf behind me.  I Yell to John "Whoah!  Stop! The $20 bill!"  John's response, "Don't know anything about a $20 bill, all I saw was BOOBS!"

Never did find that twenty, but the story was priceless!